We fell asleep and woke up together for four nights at his university halls (as per usual, the time in bed to time asleep ratio was pretty good)
UCL at night is beautiful. I legally bought alcohol for the first time! Clubbing in London is okay, but the walk home along those lovely streets was amazing.
He planned a “walking about London” day that consisted of this charming little street market along South Bank (where the London Eye and Big Ben are), then Trafalgar Square where he suggested visiting the National Gallery (actual looking at art omg) to see Van Gogh’s Sunflowers and Monet’s Water-Lily Pond. There was also a surprise detour to King’s Cross in the pouring rain, just to get a few pieces of Neuhaus chocolates. Everything everywhere was covered in Christmas lights and decorations and it was wonderful.
And I met the family! We stayed there overnight on the second night.
It’s insanely adorable how similar Harrison and his dad are and how he would probably deny that if he knew I thought so.
Example: Graem (his dad) was having me watch videos of New Zealand music stuff on youtube for like 20 minutes before Harrison came and “rescued” me by bringing me over to the couch and had me sit there to watch football with him.
His mum is such a good cook! She made dinner for us that night and before we left on the following day. And she likes Oscar Wilde :’)
I also met his little sister, who is beautiful, and his uncle, who got me an All Blacks (New Zealand rugby team) top.
Goodbyes See you laters at the airport this time were just as bad as the last.
I was a pathetically teary mess by the time I got to the terminal gate, where this man came up to me and asked if I was alright. He said he saw us on the escalator before the flight and it was the most beautiful airport kiss he had ever seen.
Anyway, I’ll see Harrison soon. Two months at the most, and one month if we’re very very lucky. But I miss him. I miss him so much and it’s only been 18 hours