Chapter 35

                                    

                                          
Ophelia's POV
                          
It's been two weeks since Harry and I found out the video was deleted, and we've been on cloud 9 ever since.
                          
I usually hate the month of March, it's so dreary with all the melting snow and gloomy days but it's suddenly become my favourite month. The middle of March has become my favourite time of year. It's also Elvis' birthday month, which is a plus.
                          
His birthday was a few days ago, on the 19th. He turned three this year. I made him a little fish cake and Harry even dropped by after his fight, which was unexpected. I wasn't expecting him to, but he came over sweaty and all, with a little bag of gifts for Elvis. 
                          
Softie.
                          
"I thought you weren't a fan of birthdays?" I had asked him, letting him in and watching as he immediately went over to scoop Elvis up in his hands. "That doesn't apply to pets," he teased, "especially when it comes to my favourite little guy." Harry spoke as he rubbed Elvis' stomach. 
                          
He had picked up some of his favourite treats and even got him a new toy, a plush toy in the shape of a pair of boxing gloves. It's amusing to see how much Harry has taken a liking to Elvis, and vice versa, they're a cute little duo. 
                          
I could tell that Elvis had missed him just as much with the way he wouldn't stop climbing all over him and purring every time Harry rubbed him. 
                          
We need to stay at my place more often.
                          
The morning after our confrontation with Victor, Denver and Anna, Harry let me destroy the USB he had which contained the tape. It felt really fucking good to smash it with a rolling pin. Really fucking good.
                          
Harry even suggested we have sex on top of the broken pieces to celebrate, to which I just smacked him on the shoulder.
                          
He's so horny all the time.
                          
After I had turned Harry down, he texted Niall to 'check in'. He was trying to hide it, but I could tell he was a bit spooked by Anna's words. I don't know what Harry would do if something happened to Niall, or if he got dragged into something because of Harry's job. 
                          
He'd fucking freak. 
                          
I know it'd crush Harry and would ultimately send him spiralling, so I'm praying that day never comes. Thankfully, Niall replied all happy and cheery, and nothing he had said hinted that anything had happened to him, much to Harry's delight. 
                          
We didn't really bring it up again after that. The video was the only thing hovering over our heads in regards to Victor, Denver and Anna, but now that it was gone, we were back to our normal everyday routines. 
                          
Harry still went to his fights, considering it was his job no matter how much he hated Victor. He mentioned he saw Denver and Anna around a couple of times too, but all they did was send a short glare his way before walking away. 
                          
Denver was definitely scared of getting his nose broken again. 
                          
I still feel a little uneasy with all of them. It's been too silent and I just know there's no way they'd just give up so easily, especially with the way they've been at us for a couple of months now. I was cherishing these quiet moments for now though, because I know it's not bound to last forever. 
                          
Giving Anna a piece of my mind felt so good. After hearing so much shit about her from Harry, and finally being able to put a face to the name, I just couldn't hold back. Her words were so foul, I really wanted to walk up to her and pull some moves Harry has shown me.
                          
That would have been fun.
                          
I knew Harry was holding me back for my own good, but I couldn't let her just stand there and say that shit about him. I had to stand up for him, just like he does for me.