All Chapters of Strings of Fate: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

"I’m still just standing stunned in Harry’s arms hiding my face when I feel his hand stroke down my hair and over my spine stopping midway down my back and I swear my knees buckle. Harry whispers in my ear.“I’m happy to stay like this as long as you like and I’ll probably regret telling you this but he left.” Harry’s voice is teasing but gentle like he’s trying to rile me up but isn’t completely convinced that it’s the right thing to do. I stay for a half second longer, take a deep breath, then step away from Harry who lets his arms fall to his sides. I stare at him, not quite sure how to explain what just happened. Do I even need to explain? It felt pretty self explanatory. My family sucks, Simon is an asshole and I was desperate. He happened to be there and I knew he would be willing to help. But why did I assume he would be the one to help me? Just because he was the only one here? Or was there another reason? I suppose I trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t ditch me or mak

"The next morning I wake up to about fifty missed calls from my mother and grandmother as well as calls from an unknown number. I’d bet anything the unknown calls are from Simon. I’m sure my family gave my number to him since they happily gave him my workplace. I guess it’s a good thing I haven’t told them where I live although it’s probably only a matter of time. I groan and bury my head in my pillows as my phone starts to ring again. I know I didn’t want to cut them off entirely, but maybe it is time to start thinking about changing my phone number after all. I still know where they live. It’s not like I couldn’t track them down if I wanted to. But no, unless I choose to completely cut them off and move away, far away, they will be able to track me down eventually and they’re just stubborn enough to do it. I drag myself out of bed and hop into the shower. I end up taking some extra time with my hair and makeup today, styling my waves carefully and applying more makeup than I usually

"Harry is bouncing in place, eager to see what kind of mischief we can get up to. My home might have been fairly serious growing up, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t find a few practical spells that I adapted to be a little silly. Not that I would have dared to try any of them. But it was fun to think about. I figure I’ll stick with a potion since that’s something Harry can help with too. It won’t be all that fun for him if I’m the one doing all the work. I start listing ingredients and Harry jumps into action to find them for me. He continues asking questions as he has every other time he’s been in here to make sure he’s doing things right, but he’s got my organisational system down now and he knows what most of my basic ingredients are. I did let him put a label on a couple of the nearly identical herbs. I don’t want to accidentally use the wrong one and make a poison instead of a potion. Harry lays out all the ingredients meticulously and I set up a little saucepan over an elect

"“Problem solved.” He tells me with a proud grin. I have to fight not to roll my eyes at him.“It sure is.” I answer without looking up from the drink I’m making.“It’s a good thing they were women, I’m not nearly so good at deescalating arguments between men. They tend to just get pissed off when I intervene. Actually men just seem to be pissed off at me all the time.” Harry sighs, but he doesn’t really sound bothered, it seems more put on than anything else.“I can’t imagine how that would feel.” I say sarcastically.“I know, it’s so unfair that they hate me, I haven’t done anything to them. At least not usually.” Harry complains.“I was talking about the feeling of being pissed off with you all the time, but sure whatever.” I walk to the other side of the bar and collect a couple of empty glasses. I clean them and put them away slowly. I drag my feet as I return to where Harry is waiting. He smiles at me.“What, no thank you?” He prompts. I shrug.“Sure, thank you.” I tell him flat

"I wake up late, probably around ten am and check my phone. Thank goodness I left it on silent because I have five missed calls from ‘Dingbat’. I can only imagine how pissed off I would have been if he woke me with his pestering. I doubt there is any way I would have been able to resist answering that call and tearing into him. Which would probably be satisfying, but I doubt that it would be productive. As it is, I did put my phone on silent, I did get to sleep in and as a result I am actually in a pretty damn good mood. I take my time showering, doing every pointless beauty ritual I can think of and when I get out I dress in my daggiest clothes. A pair of small, but super unflattering shorts which somehow hang baggy over my ass while barely having enough fabric to be considered an actual piece of clothing, and a worn out, oversized green t-shirt with cartoon characters andJapanese writing on it. I have no clue what the writing says to be honest but it’s super comfortable so I just do