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April 12th, 2006

Dear Diary,

Today, early in the morning, I got a phone call from Harry. Just like before that interview, he calls at least once a day to check up on me or say hi, and he seems to be popping up at work to see me during my lunch break. A few friends made the suggestion that he was suffocating me, clinging too tightly and invading my personal space, but it only took a few seconds of conversation for them to realize that he wasn't crowding me. Harry could charm anyone, even my coworkers with the sourest disposition or the most doubt, and it didn't matter. Soon it ached to be away from him. Ever since my realization in that first interview that I did, in fact, love him, nothing seemed to matter anymore. My life was perfect, and it was all thanks to him.

Harry wasn't joking when he told me he was a morning person, and he has this habit of calling me before I wake up for work. Seven o'clock, six thirty at the very earliest, and I've told him every time I wake up at eight but he still doesn't really understand. Sometimes I doubt that he even has a clock in his apartment. Today was off the charts though, my phone rang at exactly 5:13 in the morning and I knew that there was only one person who'd be ringing me at this hour. Begrudgingly, I picked it up, and after explaining yet again that he really shouldn't call me this early, he apologized and said that he just found out he needs to make a "crucial" speech today at four in front of some important business or something, and it was important that I be there. I was surprised to say the least, aside from a few questions by newspapers about how I thought Harry's campaign was going I was never involved in his politics. They were something completely separate from our relationship, and he's never asked me to be involved before. I told him I'd call him back later with an answer, and with my mind still reeling from the phone call I fell back asleep and stayed that way until my alarm work me up.

It wasn't like I didn't want to go to the speech, because though I expected I wouldn't be interested in the issues being addressed it was still nice to be around him and support him, it's just that it was so out of the blue. His tone of voice on the phone especially, it sounded almost like urgency, like he was nervous, even though at this point I didn't think Harold Saxon could be shaken. I did manage to stare at the phone for a good ten minutes, pondering over my response, before I ignored it and drove myself work.

"I think he just wants you to support him," a coworker told me. It was on my mind all day, and she saw my preoccupation. Her name is Jill, and she's only been here a few months, but we've become fast friends. "He's seems to be smitten with you, just look at how much time you spend together!"

I knew she was right, we did spend an incredible amount of time together. He just made me so blissful, like I couldn't feel anything but safe around him.

"If anything else he wants to show you off," Jill continued, "in which case you should feel flattered. It means he loves you enough to want to introduce you to his friends and colleagues, and that is a very good thing."

I nodded, and decided that she was right. Though he hadn't outright told me, Harold Saxon had to love me right? Otherwise why would he be hanging around me so much? I heard a few people whisper behind my back that he clung onto me to keep me happy while he used me to bolster his image, but what did they know? They'd probably never even met him.

During my lunch break that day I gave him a phone call and told him I'd meet him if I could get my boss to let me off work early. He told me not to worry about it, and that he'd pick me up at 3:30 so we could go together. I was confused, but agreed, hanging up the phone and taking my break without a second thought. When I got back, Mr. Hall walked into my office and informed me he was letting me off at 3:30, and then just left. I'd never seen Mr. Hall give anyone a break off work without a fight, and I couldn't help but be momentarily stunned. Maybe Harry talked to him while I was away, but didn't Harry know I could speak for myself? It just seemed a little off.

Yet, I pushed the thought from my mind with the large amount of work that lay in front of me, and drudged my way through the day until my computer alarm beeped me to remind me that it was time to get picked up for the speech. Just like he promised, Harry was outside waiting for me, and we drove in practical silence, him drumming the same pattern on the steering wheel that I've heard multiple times before. I felt myself begin to tap it with him. The rhythm was comforting, and before long I was tapping without thinking about it. Finally, I couldn't stand the lack of conversation.

"Are you nervous?" I inquired, and he turned his head to me with a bit of surprise, as if he forgot I was even sitting next to him.

"I guess a little," he muttered, and then turned back to look at the road, mumbling a few things to himself that I couldn't make out. After that I didn't bother to start conversation, and we drove the rest of the way without another word.

When we arrived there were already press swarming the area. Photographers flashed their cameras as the car pulled up, and a few people I barely recognized from Harry's campaign and PR were already going to open the doors. Many were on cell phones, shouting twelve things at once, and the whole place was so hectic I felt a little light headed. With his calm, signature smile on, Harry went to open my passenger side door and offered his arm, which I gladly took to steady myself. The familiar sensation of being bombard with flash bulbs began, and I tried to smile without making it obvious I felt sick to my stomach.

"Please Harry," I muttered after a minute, "I really need to sit down."

He agreed, pulling me away from the reporters and showing me to a row of chairs up front where a lot of his staff members and campaign officials were already sitting.

"This is Katherine," he said, introducing me to one of the loudest women of the group, who was yelling into a headset, "head of my PR. She'll tell you everything you need to know."

He then swept me up in a hug and kissed me so suddenly I didn't know how to react at first, but after a few seconds of being in his arms I melted, feeling so safe and warm, and kissed him back eagerly.

"I'll miss you until I get back," he said after he let me go, smiling widely. "Wish me luck."

I smiled in return and agreed. He looked so energetic, like he was full of fire and lightning, and his eyes were glistening with anticipation. This was the ambitious Harry I loved, this was the man I'd wanted to see for days.

The second he left Katherine took one look at me and pointed to a seat towards the middle of the row. She was clearly annoyed at having to deal with me, and in an instant I realized I disliked her even more, but I was his girlfriend and she had to be nice, so with a forced smile she gave me my instructions.

"Sit down and look innocent okay? Nice and cute. Don't answer any questions and applaud with everyone else. Think you can manage?"

"I'll be fine," I returned curtly, "I've been at speeches before."

This shut Katherine up. She had clearly forgotten who I was and what my background was. While I was a kid I had to attend all my fathers speeches, and though they were dreadful and I hated the memories I knew how these things worked. Smugly, I took my seat and crossed my legs, happy that the reporters were more interested in Harry than me.

I don't really remember all that much of Harry's speech. It was the same jumble of politics they all say, but he just did it better than all his opponents. The audience of reporters, supporters, and critics alike ate up his words like candy, and about halfway through I began to seem very relaxed, the familiar haze falling over my body, and in that time I became the picture of a perfect, supportive girlfriend. I smiled throughout the speech, laughing at every joke and clapping at all the right times, to the point where Katherine apologized to me afterward for being so cross. That did make me quite smug as well, and it felt good to prove her wrong.

After he had finally navigated his way through the swarm of post-event press, Harry found me towards the back and gave me another hug.

"You were brilliant," I said with a huge grin, wanting him to know that I both loved and supported him, even if I didn't remember anything that he said, "they loved you."

"That's nice for them," he said, "but I want to know what you think."

I was taken aback by his question. First he wanted me to come out to his speech and now he wanted my opinion on it? He'd never asked me anything like this in the past, and a part of me took this as a sign that he was really in love with me.

"I loved you too," I finally said, "I thought you were amazing."

He gave me another kiss and I could feel the flashbulbs encasing us as he did. I knew in an instant we'd make the cover of a few magazines or papers, but it was just a lucky shot I suppose. We were all the way at the back of the crowd, there's no way Harry knew a mob of reporters would catch us right at that moment.

The ride home was the complete polar opposite from the ride to the speech. Harry was chipper and conversational, talking about how well the thought things went and how he was sure this was going to knock him up a few points the race. I nodded my head and listened to his soothing voice, agreeing occasionally and happy that we were talking again. I hate being distant from him, but every time I think he's gone we manage to pull together again at the last second. Maybe that means we can stand the test of time, that we can work out any issues we have and move on from them. I surely hope so, I feel like I'd be devastated without him.

When he pulled up next to my flat he, as always, opened the door for me and let me to the front steps.

"I'm very happy that you could come today," he told me. "Today was more of a success than I could've ever imagined. Maybe you're my good luck charm."

I blushed and looked up at him into those beautiful eyes. I never believed in luck, but I never believed in anything like fate either, and then I met him. In that moment I wanted to be his good luck charm so badly, so he would keep me with him and hold him tight. Harold Saxon was the person I had been looking for my whole life, and I didn't want to let him go.

"Maybe I am," I said, brushing back a stray piece of hair that fell a little out of place. "I don't really mind."

Before I realized what I was doing I leaned in and gave him a small kiss. He'd always been the one to initiate kisses before, and I think he was a little caught off guard when I leaned out again.

"Sweet," he said quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and then giving a half smile, "very sweet."

I feel like I'm practically floating on air. It's beginning to hurt when I'm not around him anymore, like I need to see him or I won't be able to function properly throughout the day. Talking to him has become as necessary as eating breakfast, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

- Lucy