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It's been a whole year. i can't believe its gone by so quickly. this time last year, i was just a fan following the band
anywhere and everywhere in the hope that i'd finally get harry. it worked. we've been together for one whole year now. we're
together and we've never been happier. its our first anniversary today, so i decided to put the effort in and cook a special
dinner for us to celebrate. it took me all day, i worked so hard to make everything perfect. now he'll never know, because
the bloody bastard didn't turn up. it's times like that i really wonder what planet he lives on. i told him last night what
i was planning, and i reminded him again this morning before he left. he still doesn't remember. its the last time i ever
do anything special for him...for us, if this is how he's going to act. i flip the lid of the bin open and tip the lovingly
made food into it. he's already an hour late, its gone to waste. i dont even want to consider leaving in the oven for him
so he can heat it up and eat it later. he doesn't deserve it. i pick up my own fork and absentmindedly start picking at the
raspberry creme brulee i've made. i'm tearing into it, trying to think of anything other than the fact that harry isn't here.
eventually, i push the half empty desert bowl across the table in disgust, taking the dirty plates over to the sink and throwing
them in. right now, i'm beyond angry. i'm absolutely livid. i'm so frustrated, if he walked through that door right now with
a bunch of flowers, a smile on his face and an apology for being late, i would swing for him. I tie my long brown hair back
and squirt a generous amount of washing up liquid onto the sponge, scrubing at the dishes with a lot more force than i really
need to use.
as i'm clearing all the clean plates away, i hear the front door slam shut, followed by a "Mary? honey, i'm home." i
throw the dishcloth down and slam the cupboard door shut before stomping out of the kitchen and into the landing. i was met
by a sheepish looking harry with a large bunch of flowers. "sorry i'm late baby. i went out for a bit with the lads and i
just got carried away." i looked at him in disbelief as he presented me with the flowers. i had to admit, even through my
complete fury, they were absolutely beautiful. he'd obviously gone to a lot of trouble to pick them. i took them from him
without a word and went into the kitchen to find a vase to put them in. he followed me in, grabbing me around the waist and
kissing my neck. i put the flowers down and pushed him away roughly. "mary, come on. don't be like that." i continued to ignore
him, busying myself with a million other jobs in the kitchen. "baby, please. i said im sorry." "harry, i mean this in the
nicest possible way, but fuck off." "its our anniversary, i want to spend it with you." "well, you're just about an hour too
late harry. i just want to be alone, so can you please leave." i tried to hold back the tears, but soon found myself sobbing
my heart out on the kitchen floor. he knelt down in front of me, pushing my chin up with one hand and wiping my tears away
with the other. "mary, look at me. i love you, ok. i'm sorry i was late, i really am. just please don't cry." i looked
up, my cloudy blue eyes meeting his crystal blue ones. "i thought you weren't coming. i waited a whole hour for you, and you
didn't turn up. i thought..." "sshhh, i'm here now, ok. come here." he pulled me up onto my feet and wrapped his arms around
me. i returned the hug, burying my face in his chest. "i love you, you know that, don't you?" "more than you love danny?"
"and dougie, and tom. you're the only girl for me."
i looked up at him, a small smile spreading across my face as he spoke. "really?" "yeah. you do things that they
can't even pronounce." "shut up!" i smacked him playfully on the arm. "i'm really sorry about tonight." "i know." and as if
to prove my point, i placed a soft kiss on his lips. "you're forgiven." just then, my attention was drawn to the radio in
the kitchen, which was now belting out 'all about you'. he kissed my neck and backed me onto the kitchen worktop, hitching
my skirt up around my waist and trying to pull his own trousers down while holding onto me with one hand. i decided to help
him out, tugging hard twice, to be rewarded with his trousers swiftly dropping around his ankles. I shuffled over a little
bit, trying to get as close to him as i could without falling off. He entered me in one swift movement, not even giving me
enough time to react as he drove into me. our breathing and moans nearly drowned out the sound of the music as we repaired
the damage done ot our relationship earlier that night.
And I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to.
But if you deny me one of your kisses, don't know what I'd
do.
So hold me close and say three words, like you used to do.
Dancing on the kitchen tiles,
Yes you make my life
worthwhile,
So I told you with a smile...
It's all about you.
"well, that was certainly a new way of dancing on the kitchen tiles." i laughed at his statement, despite the
fact that i fully agreed. "so who's cleaning the kitchen this time?" "not me. i did it last time." "yeah, but you're the girl.
i don't have a lcue how to clean a kitchen." and so the argument went on, until we decided there was no point in cleaning
it. after all, we'd discovered a new way of dancing on the kitchen tiles, and it was so much more fun.
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