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Styles & Co | Chapter 16.

Authors Note: 6136 words later, it is finally done. I am not even half satisfied with this chapter but I can't tweak it to my liking, so it is what it is haha. Hopefully, it works for you guys. Thank you to everyone who has kept up with the story so far and reads it, I really do appreciate the kind words, the feedback and the enthusiasm it receives. Really, I do. So, thank you so so so much. I love you guys. Xx

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For the last few weeks, Harry has been stuck around the house, mainly forced to stay in bed and relax. He hasn't been into his office this whole time and it is killing him. He hates it. To a certain extent, I hate it, too.

He has no idea what to do with himself without work, in fact, he just lazes around the house with his phone or laptop close back so he can keep up to date with absolutely everything that happens in his building. He has Anastasia and Niall keeping him in the loop with everything, Niall calling him pretty much every hour to talk business.

I have to say, I am thankful he trusted Niall, otherwise, Harry would be an erratic mess.

I travel down the stairs of our house, curious as to where Harry has managed to get himself off too, he can't go too far considering he just took his pain meds, he was warned to take it easy, but I doubt he will be listening to his doctor. He is stubborn.

"Harry?" I call, not wanting to search the entire downstairs area for him.

I get a hummed response before his voice echoes, "Living room." I am informed and I wander my way towards the living room where I discover Harry, sprawled out on the couch.

I lean against the doorframe, "Let's set a date." I smile at Harry as he's lying on the couch with his phone in his hand, checking emails and whatever else. Probably annoying the hell out of Niall.

"What you talkin' about, love?" He yawns, his eyes not leaving his phone as I continue to stay perched against the doorframe.

My eyes lower towards my hand where I rotate my engagement ring nervously around my finger, appreciating how the diamonds glisten brilliantly in the light of our living room. "The wedding, Harry." I smile, ready to finally have a decent conversation about it. Now is a better time than any. "That thing that makes you my husband, the thing you got mad at me about because I didn't want to rush and pick a date so quickly?" I remind him of the promise that is on my finger that shows that we are, at some point, meant to tie the knot.

He glances up at me with a petite smirk, "Okay, when do you want to get married?" He challenges, sitting up with a bit of pain, his grimace breaking my heart.

As little girls' most of us plan our weddings in our heads, from the flowers to the diamonds, to the wedding destination, and the honeymoon.

I can't really say my ideas that I had when I was six and waltzing around the living room floor, are anywhere near similar to my concepts now. But, the one thing that is the same is that I don't want it to be in the dead of winter where snow falls and everyone struggles to find something suitable and warm enough to wear to a beautiful wedding.

"I'm not sure, I just don't want it to be in the dead of winter." I carefully sit on the couch, resting to face him, his head nodding in agreement.

"You okay?" I enquire, unable to disregard his slight wince as I try to get comfortable on the couch.

"Just my back," he clears his throat, "nothin' to worry 'bout, sweetheart. So, the wedding." He proceeds, finding a comfortable position as I try not to move too much. "If you want something warm, why don't we have it in a tropical place? Hawaii is nice." He proposes and I immediately shake my head.

"That would cost a lot of money, and it would be far too stressful for everyone." I politely shoot down his idea,

"I, *we* don't have an issue paying. But, okay. Tell me what you're thinking." He instructs, putting his phone down and giving me his full attention.

I don't have many thoughts regarding the wedding, all my plans from my six-year-old self, are far from what I would want now at my age.

It's amazing how much things can change from the age of six. I once envisioned I would walk down the aisle to an actual Prince— despite Harry metaphorically being a prince, I am not walking down the aisle to become royalty, nor do I want to be holding Lilly's or orchids.

"Elle, baby—" Harry's hand presses delicately to my knee, distracting me from me from my thoughts. I hum towards Harry, my eyes flickering to glance at him, allowing him to continue with whatever it is he wishes to state.

"How about a year from now?" He proposes, "I've always thought May was a nice month, not too hot, not too cold." He continues, my own thoughts agreeing with his. May is a cheerful month, just the way it is spelled and holds such grace to it.

I give him a tiny smile, "so a year from today?" I question, reaching for his phone to check the calendar to see the days. "Okay, so a year from now is a Thursday, so how about the Saturday?" I glance up to glance at Harry, waiting for his approval. "It's the twelfth, and your calendar says you're free." I wink, showing him his phone as he squeezes my knee lightly,

"Sounds great to me. You need to find a venue and make sure it's available otherwise we are fucked." .. "Come here, lie beside me." He instructs, making enough room for my to carefully lie beside him, his arm draped around me as I rest my head on him.

"You mean, we need to find a venue." I correct his statement, a humble chortle escaping from him. "Where are you thinking?" I request, wanting his input and opinion in where we get married.

I know most guys don't really care for the details, but I want him to be apart of the decision making. "Haven't thought about it much," his hand slowly moving to my thigh.

"Hm, would you prefer a more refined wedding back in your hometown? Or do you want to stay towards the city?"

"We are not getting married in my hometown," he shakes his head, "took me years to move away from it. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice place for my Mum and to visit every so often, but I do not want to get married up there." He shakes his head, his voice dry as he speaks.

"What about your family? They'll have to make the five hours drive down here." I inform him, reminding him that it may be a hassle to get everyone to a location in the city.

"I'll have them driven out here, I'm not getting married up there, Elise. It's all I have to say on the matter." He comments bitterly, something about his hometown not seeming to settle too well with him.

For what reason, I do not know.

We spend some time discussing, mainly giggling while trying to plan our wedding, throwing out random ideas and thoughts.

In the midst of everything, my eyes find it hard to detach themselves away from the plump lips of his. I smirk as he continues to talk about something, his lips looking delicious with each moment that passes,

“Babe? .. baby? Are you listening?” His voice distracts me, his eyes staring at me as I move my eyes away from his mouth.

I don’t respond, instead, I move closer and delicately lower myself onto him, securing our lips together as his hands rest on my waist.

I have no idea what he was just talking about, but I do know that this a much better form of communication for the moment.

I kiss him a few times, leisurely and softly as his hands generously and carefully wander all over me. I get lost in the circling sensation of wordless kisses, out mouths speaking a language we understand without expressions. His kisses intensify the moment he slips his hand under my shirt and feels the warmth of my skin pressed to his hand.

I feel my toes curl at the tender touch of his hand, my lips parting from his, an eager desire of something much more brewing inside me.

I glance down at him and take a breath, his eyes gleaming up at me with a desiring glow. He reaches his hand up and pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear, unknowingly sending shivers down my body.

“What’s the matter?” He whispers, his hand stroking me benevolently before I shrug it away. As much as I want to continue what I just initiated, we can't.

I clear my throat, “We can’t.”

He raises a brow, cocking his head to the side as he licks his lips, “Why?” He asks quietly.

“Your back.” I respond,

He shakes his head, “Nonsense, I’m fine.” His voice stays soft and low as he assures me that he fine, but I don't want to believe it.

“No, I don’t want to hurt you.” I shake my head, my hands considerately pressing to his chest as I position myself to sit back on his legs, tenderly straddling him.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done anything, I’m fine. I’ll stay on my back if it’ll make you feel better.”

“We can’t.”

“We can do other things.” He comments quietly, but other things don't make me feel more at ease with my thoughts.

“I don’t know, Harry.”

“You look beautiful.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“We don’t have to go all the way.” He tries to persuade me in his soft tone, “I know you want too, you just latched onto me randomly.” He informs me of my previous moment of attacking him with kisses without reason.

I shrug and carefully climb off him, a heavy huff escaping his lips.

“You can’t just do that. You can’t get me interested and then just decide to get off. I haven’t had much contact in two and a half weeks and you literally just got me eager for nothing.” He mutters unhappily, making it know that he is far from happy with my decision.

“I’m looking out for you.” I shake my head,

“Whatever, Elise.” He grumbles,

“Are you pissed off with me?” I cross my arms over my chest, staring at him as he pouts like a damn child who didn't get their own way. He may as well throw a temper tantrum while he is at it.

He tilts his head to glare at me, his eyes sinister, an expression I have grown to understand after the few years we have been together. He is most definitely pissed off. “Elise, go away.”

“Harry-” I lament, stepping back towards the couch as he’s staring off into the distance.

“What? Are you going to try to tease me more? Maybe rub me a bit this time?” He mutters, “I’m not in the fucking mood, just go away.” He continues,

“I love you.” … “and I’m sorry you think I’m being a bitch, but I’m not going to risk hurting you. You also just took your meds.” I continue, taking my chances and carefully getting back on the couch, gently pressing my body to his.

He heavily breathes, not saying a word as I cuddle into him, his arms not snaking around me like usual. "You can be as mad as you want, but I am not going anywhere so suck it up and stop being a fucking child, I love you," I comment, burying myself into his chest as I feel his arm slowly moving to wrap around me to become my security blanket.

I rub my sleepy-eyed eyes as I step down the last step, and I overhear Harry's faint voice echoing delicately. I can't quite make out his words, I can only assume he's on the phone for business or something.

When I step into the living room, I am surprised when I don't see his lap accompanied by his laptop, or his hand gripping his phone to his ear.

For a moment, I stand startled as my eyes cast themselves on Harry, sitting in his chair with a baby wiggling within his lap, her tiny little hands clasped with his as she cheerfully bounces. His sweet eyes glance towards me, a crooked grin painted across his luscious pink lips, "Hey, sweetheart. Nice of you to finally wake up and join us." He greets me as I lean against the doorframe, admiring the way the little girl is bouncing in his lap. "I'm babysitting, sorry if we woke you. I tried to keep her as quiet as possible." He smiles, his beautiful light-green eyes flickering back to gaze down at the little girl, his eyes seeming to be in awe.

"No, no, I didn't hear you guys." I shake my head, "jus' so damn exhausted, I didn't even feel you leave the bed." I yawn, shuffling closer to him as he's rested in his chair. "Who do we have here? Hm? Who's the delightful girl with my man?" I coo as I meet the crystal eyes of blue I've only had the pleasure to meet a few times— Amelie, (Am-Elle-Ee).

Harry laughs softly as Amelie gazes up at me with wide eyes and a beamy grin, "Amelie, I think someone's jealous." Harry jokes, still cautiously holding onto his God daughter, my eyes catching a glimpse at her adorable little outfit, a pair of black pants, a garden pink top with a dark bow in the middle of it, accompanied by a pair of silver glittery shoes.

"I'm jealous of how cute she is." I express joy, her nose twitching as she blinks up at me, "have you eaten, Harry?" I question, my stomach grumbling since I've neglected to eat since six last night.

Harry nods, "I ate a few hours ago, but if you're offering to cook, I'd love somethin' to eat." He winks, pulling a few funny faces at Amelie, her giggles radiating throughout the room,

I travel to the kitchen and smile when Harry follows, Amelie nestled at his hip while he walks in, the two of them together unquestionably look endearing. Part of me smiles at how he glows while holding her, part of me seizes with emotion.

"How's your back?" I challenge as he sits down on one of the stools, placing Amelie in his lap, her little hands pressing to the edge of the counter top.

"Sore, very sore." He responds as he curls his lips into a pout, "But, I am still going back to work tomorrow morning, I don't care. I can't stay cooped up around here any longer." He comments, bouncing Amelie with his leg while I rummage around the fridge, debating on what I want to eat.

Harry makes conversation with me while I make some pancakes, occasionally our conversations become interrupted by the murmurs and random giggles of Amelie.

I smile down at her as I slide Harry's plate closer to him, Amelie's eyes seeming to widen as she glances at the golden pancakes. Her little hands try to reach for them but Harry moves back, "Aww, are you hungry? Won't Harry share?" I smile at her,

"I like how you make me sound like the bad guy," He mutters, "Do you wanna go to Elise? Hm." He hums, glancing over at me, cocking his eyebrows when I don't respond or offer my arms to take Amelie from him.

“What, yeh don’t want to hold her?” Harry questions and I shrug, trying to consider of a way to occupy myself so I don’t have to hold the adorable infant.

“I’m not good with babies,” I respond, Harry instantly scoffs and rolls his eyes at me,

“That’s nonsense, I’ve seen yeh with kids before and you’re great.” He flashes me a tiny smile, accompanied by his light shaded eyes, “you can’t turn down the eyes.” He continues, drawing my attention to the two of them.

“whose? Yours or hers?” I laugh softly, observing as they both bat their eyes at me, almost as if Amelie is on Harry’s side in coaxing me into holding her.

“Both, I can’t hold her forever, baby.” Harry chimes, “plus my pancakes are getting cold.” He gestures towards the fluffy pancakes, a heavy exhalation falling from my lips.

I step around and stop at Harry, nervously pressing my hands to Amelie and lifting her off of Harry. She spontaneously wiggles around and whines against me, seeming unsatisfied with my arms. I glance at Harry, ready to hand her back but he shakes his head, his hand pressing against my arm, “it’s okay, she does that.” He promptly reassures me, “look at you two, are you comfy with my darling fiancé?” He coos at Amelie as she settles into me.

I bounce Amelie around the kitchen while Harry eats, trying not to allow my nervousness to get ahold of me.

I sit on the couch and watch as Harry sits on the floor with Amelie, her little hands amused by the fluffiness of the carpet. I smile to myself, admiring how he is so attentive with her, never taking his eyes off of her while she is in his care.

I gaze back down at his MacBook, typing away, working on preparing correspondences and prioritising items that need Logan's attention.He seems to lack in the department of prioritising, something I have grown to understand and work with. I did not know that a man like him needed a physical list, written by me, to tell him what he needs to take care of first. I frown when I read an email from Logan.

I immediately glance at Harry, "Harry?" I draw his attention from Amelia. He looks up at me and gives me a scanty nod, waiting for me to continue. "What does this mean? Represent the executive by attending meetings in the executive's absence; speaking for the executive' because Logan said this is part of my job and I am apparently doing it tomorrow." I question, having a brief idea of what it means, but not wanting to come to terms with the actual idea of it.

"Well, darling." He begins, clearing his throat, "You'll be speaking to his clients because he won't be attending. That is what it narrows down to. Basically, your excuse of a boss is being a jackass and making you do his dirty work." He answers, covering Amelie's ears when he says the words jackass. "Personally, I don't let anyone speak on my behalf. I just cancel or suck it up. But, your Dickhead Boss is a princess and doesn't have a set of balls, soo, good luck." He continues,

"Harry, language." I gesture towards the eight-month-old that is crawling into Harry's lap, her little hands pressing to his chest as his hand presses to her back.

"Doubt she will repeat that." He shrugs, "Right, Amelie? You can't repeat what I just said, no, no." He whispers kissing her forehead sweetly before she wiggles back away from him and goes back to roaming and crawling around the carpet.

"So, he expects me to talk to his clients?"

"Mhm," Harry hums, "He will probably give you a list and prompt you on what to so and say. Kinda like I do when we go to big events and I need you to work your charm." He informs me, and I nod with a heavy rustle, getting back to my work that Logan has so kindly graced me with on my day off.

I gaze away from the screen when I hear Amelie beginning to fuss, Harry instantly doing his best to soothe her, standing to his feet and bouncing her on his hip while walking around the room. "Aww, are you upset? what's the matter, sweet one?" He hums, moving so she can rest on his chest, his hand rubbing her back as she whimpers into him, her little legs kicking out.

"She's probably tired, Harry," I comment gently, admiring how handsome he resembles with a child in his arms. He bites his lip as she continues to squirm against him, "Baby, do you want to put her to sleep?" He challenges, rubbing her back as she continues to whimper and seem uncomfortable.

"Put her down, she seems restless, let her sit back down on the carpet for a second," I instruct, watching as he does what I say. She quietens down a little further the moment she rests on her tummy, but she still continues to whimper lightly.

Harry lies down beside her with a heavy grunt, a faint giggle from Amelie escaping her lips.

"Ah, so you giggle at my pain." Harry snickers, "You like that, huh?" He gently pokes her side, causing another giggle to escape her no longer whimpering lips.

"You alright down there?" I question towards Harry. He turns his head to promptly glance at me,

He hums, "Mhm," .. "I might need help getting back up though." He chuckles to himself, "But, it stopped her from whimpering, so that is good." He adds with a humble smile, taking his attention back towards Amelie, his voice continuing to coo at her, his hand rubbing gentle circles on her back as she relaxes and sprawls herself out.

I overhear a tiny grunt coming from Harry, distracting me from my work.

I slide the laptop off my lap and stand to my feet, stepping towards Harry before I lie down beside him, Amelie between the two of us. "Nice of you to join me." He gives me his sweet smile, resting his hand on my hip, while Amelie is nestled at his stomach contently, him being positioned on his side.

"You seem exhausted, did she tire you out?" I whisper, pressing my fingers to his hair, running them in a soothing motion, as he nods, resting his head on his arm.

"Perhaps," He yawns, "But she is adorable, quite the charmer." He smiles, "I haven't gotten any kisses all day, wanna spare me some?" He whispers gently, his hand rubbing my side gently to coax me.

"Not in front of the baby." I laugh softly, feeling that it is not appropriate to kiss when a baby is present.

"She is asleep." He disputes softly, "jus' a few kisses, I have been good." He whispers sweetly with a smirk painted across his lips.

With a small giggle, I give into his cheeky grin and the stare in his eyes. I shuffle closer, carefully, before I kiss him lightly, just enough to satisfy him with the taste of my lips.

He curls his lips into a pout, as usual, "Elle, a bit more?" He attempts to use his charm but it doesn't work on me, not this time.

"No, Styles. There is a baby present." I carefully gesture towards the sleeping infant who is contently sleeping by him.

He groans and gives up, giving me a faint smile as his thumb rubs miniature circles on my side. "I love you, yah know?" He grins as my fingers get lost in the soft tangles of his hair.

I nod, knowing very well that he does love me, he proves himself over and over again to me. "This was a small hint that you love me," I smile, holding my hand up to show him the ring he proposed to me with.

He gently grabs my hand with his, his fingers running over the diamonds, "Mhm, can't wait to finally call you my wife in a year, as of today." He sweetly comments, causing my smile to widen and my heart to flutter with joy.

The thought of walking down an aisle to him and tying the knot, in exactly a year, is such a wonderful feeling.

In a year, we will be happily married. That is exciting on so many levels.

"You already call me your wife." I remind him of that one phone call he referred to me as his wife.

He nods, "Yeah, but you'll officially be Mrs.Styles, in a year." ... "Can't wait to say Mrs.Styles. It has a ring to it, don't it?" He smirks,

"It does," I nod, "But, what if I want to keep my last name?" I raise a brow, just wanting to see his response.

It is a common thing now for women to keep their last names.

He thinks for a moment, licking his lips as he concentrated on his own thoughts, a small gesture that I find to be rather adorable. "Well, that is your decision, I can accept that. I would love for you to take my last name, but that is something for you to decide... Maybe we can hyphenate it?" His response only makes me fall even more in love with him, quite the response I was searching for.

"Nice answer."

"So.. what are you doing?" He asks, his eyes lowering to look at Amelie as she wiggles against him, taking his attention. He lets go of my hand and gently presses his hand to her little back, rubbing tiny circles until she settles again.

"I'm taking your last name. Jus' wanted to see what you'd say." I wink, "You're really good with her." I point out, unable to take my eyes away from his hand rubbing soothingly soft circles on her back.

He shrugs, "I am alright with her, future Mrs.Styles." He grins, a chuckle escaping my lips...

After watching Harry so in aw and attentive with Amelie I can't help but have this feeling in the pit of my stomach, a feeling that the aw in his eyes was more than just a shining gaze. "Harry?" I grasp his attention as he lies down on the bed, comfortably stretching the covers over his body. He hums a response, waiting for me to continue as his eyes beam over at me intently. "You still don't want kids, do you?" I lightly question as I glance down at my hands, my fingers intertwining with each other on a nervous manner.

"Where did that question come from?" He raises a brow,

I shrug, many thoughts circling my mind, the question is coming from various places. "You just seem so star struck after today, I'm just curious." I clear my throat, managing to muster up the right words to say at this point in time.

Him wanting children or not is a topic we need to discuss, now.

"Well, maybe sometime in the future after we've been married for a while, when a baby fits into my schedule. What about you?" He yawns, I shake my head, the thought of growing a baby inside me scares me half to death, even though it shouldn't.

"I don't want to," I whisper, his body immediately sitting up, his eyes narrowing down on me harshly.

"What do you mean you do not want to?" His interrogation comes off as sharp and direct, something inside me telling me that his views on children has gradually changed over time.

I choke up in my own thoughts, not managing to respond to his question.

I am saved from my scrambling thoughts when my phone vibrates in my hand. Immediately, I glance down at my phone, skimming the message from my boss.

"I need to go, Logan is calling me into work." I dismiss the topic of conversation, not wanting to answer Harry's question.

"What? It is nine at night, the hell he want you for?" He mutters, unfortunately,

"Some urgent business thing," I respond, "Literally, that is what the text message reads." I gesture towards my phone.

"Mhm, well be careful." He laments, "I'm about to fall asleep, so I guess I will see you in the morning?"

"Mhm," I hum, grabbing a jacket before I hurry out of the room, escaping all possible questions regarding children and us.

I yawn as I rub my eyes, anxious to get home so I can get some sleep, my body feeling as though it is sleep deprived, the last five hours working with Logan has made my body achy. Very achy.

"Elise, take these down the hall to the very end, here is the key. The door is on your left, file them in the filing compartment on the right and also look for the file with the last name, Thomas Oh actually, take this whole box, too." He instructs, dropping a pile of files on top of a box that is also full of more files.

Logan has seemed a bit pissy this evening, for a reason, I do not know. He seems to be very on edge, almost as if his mind is scrambling with one-hundred different thoughts.

I nod, taking the keys as he picks the box up off the floor and hands it to me. I let out a small groan, the heaviness being something I did not expect, something I probably should not be carrying at two in the morning. But, this comes with the territory of being paid as much as I do.

I don't complain, instead, I do what I am told and step out of Logan's office, wandering down towards the end of the hall until I reach the final door on the left. I place the box down and grasp the right key, struggling with the lock as I attempt to open it. I finally manage and bend over to pick up the box of files, "Damnit," I mumble, a meager pain travelling through me as I carry the box into the room.

I place the box down and grab the pile of folders Logan gave me, as I open up the filing compartment he instructed me to open.

I carefully sit myself down on the floor, my fingers browsing over the several disparate files, trying to find the one he specifically directed me to search for. I lament heavily, my body feeling sleep deprived as I read the files that are in alphabetical order, brushing over many different names, trying to get to the T section.

When my finger floats across a file with 'Styles', written on it, I immediately become wide-eyed, sleep suddenly being something that I no longer need. I bite my lip as my eyes stare at the name, my fingers twitching while I attempt to hold myself back from seizing the file.

For a moment I shake my head, rubbing my eyes again to make sure I am not seeing things, and that file does, indeed, have Harry's last name written on it. I stop myself from reaching the file and pass the 'S' section, finding the 'T' and pulling out the Thomas file. I place it beside me, my mind reminding me of the file with Styles perfectly scribed on it.

I decide to take my chances and grasp the file to open it, my eyes struggling to focus on the first page that stares at me.

Harry.E. Styles

DOB: 01/02/1994

I am stopped from reading further when I overhear a door closing and footsteps, my heart racing as I hurry to get the folder back into the compartment, my hands grasping the folder Logan asked for as he steps in, his eyes seeming darker than usual as I look up at him.

"I found the file, do you want these to be filed now?" I challenge, gesturing to the pile of the files he instructed me to bring down here.

"No, I can do it." He comments, something about him seeming peculiar. He offers me his hand and carefully helps me back up to my feet, my stomach beginning to twist into knots.

"Do you need me to stay much longer? I'm not feeling too great." I question, my mind circling with far too many thoughts right now, not to mention I am feeling uneasy.

Why is there a file with Harry's name on it? And why does Logan have it?

Logan nods, "Yes, I was about to tell you to leave anyway. I am sure Harry will be pissed if I keep you much longer." He mutters, his eyes glancing towards the pile of files before they flicker towards the filing compartment. "I need the keys back," He reminds me of the keys that he gave me to enter this room in the first place.

I hand him his keys, not wasting another minute before walking out of the room, surprised when I hear the door shut and him trailing behind me. "I'll walk you to your car, make sure you get down safely." He informs me, taking his spot beside me, walking in long strides.

He doesn't say much as he escorts me down to my car, in fact, he barely says a word, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he is pissed off with me, but he has no reason to be.

The whole drive home, my mind races with numerous thoughts and feelings, both of which I can't comprehend fully. I don't know what to tell Harry first when I get home. I don't know what he wants to know and what he needs to know.

I take the long way home to give myself some extra time to come together with my thoughts, trying to piece things together and make sense of things.

When I pull into our driveway, I park the car, turning it off before leaning back in my chair with a heavy breath leaving my lips. My eyes flicker towards the time that reads an ungodly hour.

I extract myself from my car, closing the door and locking it before I make my way to the front door of the house, literally taking my time as I attempt to continue to piece things together, to piece myself together. My hand presses to the door and pushes it open, the warmth and the sweet scent of our house enthrals me instantly, putting me at more of an ease as my foot kicks the door closed. I turn back around, locking it before my eyes set themselves on the staircase.

I hurry up the stairs, my mind scrambling like it has been all night.

I just need to tell him, a few things, actually. I just don't have the right words that need to be said.

I reach the bedroom and Harry is fast asleep in the middle of the bed, his legs sprawled out as he has his arms tucked under his pillow. A typical representation of how he sleeps when I am not beside him. Even when I am beside him he tends to take up most the bed, his bloody long legs enjoy pushing me to the edge.

I wander closer to the bed and carefully sit on the edge before I benevolently clasp my hand to his warm, bare skin. “Harry, Harry I need you to wake up,” I very carefully shake his arm, managing to draw him from his sleep.

He gives me a grunt as he stirs, “Harry, I need to talk to you.” I inform him, his head lifting off the pillow gradually,

“Baby, I’m exhausted.” His voice is dry and deep as he drags out his words accompanied by a heavy sigh.

“Harry it is important, please.” I press with a sigh, his legs moving under the comfort of the sheets.

“You okay, darlin’?” He drowsily challenges and in the dim light from the hallway, I see his eyes struggling to stay open,

“I need to tell you something, are you listening?.” I begin, his light-green eyes opening back up as he licks his lips and moves his hand to tug at the covers.

“Mhm, listenin’” he murmurs, caressing his head back down his pillow, his loose curls dropping around his face.

“Okay, so..Harry, I’m…” I trail off when I observe his eyes are closed and that his breathing has gotten heavier, an indication he is asleep and not listening.

Thoughts? How are you guys feeling after this chapter? :) xx

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