Strings of Fate

Cam 31- Stubborn and stunning

I hold out my hand for my phone so I can see what the hell Harry is going on about, but he holds it out of my reach.

“One sec. I’m trying to find my contact. Hah, I should have known I’d be down as number one.” He taps the phone again and a second later his own phone chimes. He glances at it with a satisfied smile then hands my phone back. My phone is open to the text conversation with him and he’s forwarded himself a photo from a different chat. I open the picture and find that

it is indeed a picture of Harry and I. Clearly taken yesterday while we were walking back from the grocery store. He’s carrying my bags and looks ridiculously photogenic despite the fact that he’s laughing. I’m even half smiling although I can’t place exactly what we were saying. This had to be taken by Simon. Why would he text me stalkerish photos? Is he trying to give me evidence to get a restraining order? I flick back and I’m surprised to see the photo was

sent by my mother.

Mum- Cam I demand an explanation for this.

Mum- Simon went to meet you for breakfast and instead of the positive update I expected he

sent me a very disturbing photo.

Mum- Img 01

Mum- What are you doing out with that man? You were meant to be meeting Simon!

Mum- That’s not the Incubus I heard about, is it? You know better than to associate with

Incubi.

Mum- Cam what are you thinking?!?

me. We need to sort this out

I say MORE out

Mum- Call me.

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and stunning

of Harry and

her? I can’t comprehend why she and my grandmother still think that

hair looks like a nice colour in the bright sunlight and at least I’m sort of smiling. Why would Harry send himself THIS photo. Surely we could just take a better one. Like where we’re actually put together and looking at the camera for example. Actually, no. that might go badly for me. If Harry puts in effort too I’m going to look dreadful in comparison. Ugh, I need to stop comparing myself to someone whose entire species revolves around being

of our relationship.” Harry remarks dryly

eyes.

was your first hint?” I sigh.

her. She’s just stubborn. Also I’m not sure I’d call this a relationship. More like… well… I don’t know. Something

I know that whenever you DO give in and admit to something, it wasn’t on a whim.” He winks at me and I scoff. I’m not that stubborn. At least,

bar.

He says it casually but there’s an edge of anxiety to his tone. He is genuinely concerned that I won’t want to go out with him. He’s an Incubus, where has all his confidence gone? It’s so strange to see him acting insecure. I try to ignore Cora’s eyes which I can feel boring into the back of my neck. I suppose I can’t blame her. If some guy was in here. hitting on her every night, I’d be pretty invested

I put on all the good glassware to make it less breakable but it’s enough to make me jolt in place. Harry blesses me

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Stubborn and stunning

the impression that he still isn’t actually convinced that I’ll go through with this? It feels like he’s hoping to make it happen as soon as possible, I suppose so

best. Needing to go get ready for work. will give me a good escape if I need one. Plus it will avoid the whole awkward walking to my door and hoping to be invited in issue from arising again too soon. No chance I’ll cave and just sleep with him when I’m coming back here anyway. I try to ignore the inappropriate little voice in my head which is pointing out that my work room is private and the door locks. I am not that kind of a person. I don’t think… but this damn Incubus

“That