The air conditioning felt wonderful on my face as Harry drove me toward my new life. It all felt so surreal, like I hadn't just left my first love, like I'd never been hurt, like I was just...there. I smiled to myself and squeezed Harry's hand. My heart hurt and my insides melted when he turned and smiled back at me. Gosh, he's mine, I thought. I bit my lip and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I was too nervous and excited to sit still. I was used to being nervous and scared, used to keeping myself composed—but I hadn't been this excited in so long, I didn't know what to do! ...I'm acting like a seven year old girl on sugar. Yet I couldn't stop smiling!
“We're here.”
I hopped out of the car and helped Harry carry all my crap inside. You never realize how many pairs of colored jeans and old band tees you have until you're forced to carry them around in large boxes. Just saying. After a while we took a few minutes to rest on the couch. ...Which naturally really meant that we took a few minutes to make out on the couch.
“We should probably...stop...and finish...bringing...my things in...side,” I gasped between kisses.
“Nope,” Harry spoke against my lips.
I pulled back. “No, really. I mean, I should probably start unpacking tonight, and—um, where's my stuff gonna go?”
“You can take the bedroom.”
“And you're gonna sleep where?”
Harry paused. “I hadn't really thought of that. Suppose I'll be taking the couch.”
I sat up. “You can NOT sleep on the couch. You're already letting me move here, and--”
“NOPE. I'm taking the couch, and you're parking your skinny little ass in my bed.” Harry started kissing up my neck, stopping at my ear. “And you'll like it.” I crossed my arms like a preschooler and looked up at him through my eyelashes. Obviously I wasn't gonna let him off so easily. Harry took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up so he could see my eyes and whispered,” Look, Aspen, I just want to take care of you. I don't want you to suffer ever again.” Harry fingered the bruise on my cheek, his touch soft as velvet on my still sensitive skin. “I just love you, okay? Will you let me show it?”
I sat still for a second, but I couldn't help but give in. “Oh-kaaay,” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him and his ever-growing cuteness. “But I'm making you dinner, then.”
Harry grinned at my compromise. “Okay, love.”

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After we enjoyed a MEAN box of Kraft macaroni, I dug through my boxes until I found my favorite flannel pj bottoms and this old, ratty, gray sweatshirt I'd had who-only-knows how long. Being someplace new, it was nice to slip into something warm and familiar. Not that I didn't feel comfortable at Harry's place, I was just still getting used to it all. I figured it would probably take me a while before his place felt like my own, too. Everything was so abrupt. But as I stood in my tattered plaid, I found myself excited. My first night with Harry... Crap. I forgot to do the dishes.
While I finished up the dishes, Harry compiled a heap of blankets and pillows. Looked more like he was building a fort than making a pallet to sleep on. Boys, I thought, smiling. When I had finished, I tiptoed across the floor, came up behind the couch, and kiss attacked him, leaving both of us in a fit of laughter. Then we were still a moment, just looking in each other's eyes and holding the other close. Sharing that instant with him, I forgot all about my bruises and aches. I was here and Harry was holding me, and I felt SAFE.
“You don't have to say it. I know you love me.”

I chuckled, “Good. I'll show you in other ways...” And each kiss melted into the next that night as I settled into life with Harry. At one point I woke to realize we'd both fallen asleep on each other. Gingerly, I placed one last kiss on his lips. “Goodnight, Harry,” I whispered into the dark before snuggling back into my love and drifting off to dreamland. Goodnight...

Notes

Hey, y'all, I'm Lalagirl1995, and I'll be taking over for icedragon456 while the doctors figure out what the heck is wrong with her. I mean, we all know SOMETHING is wrong with her, we just didn't realize it was medical, too. ;) (Sorry, sweetie, you gave me free reign and left that door WIDE open for me.) ;) Anyways, I'm good friends with her (I consider her one of my best friends), and we both love to write stories, so I'm helping her out while she's away. I know our styles aren't exactly the same, and I apologize for that; but it'll only be a few days (crowd goes "YAY!"), so don't worry. I'm just here to lend a hand. If you want, you can also check out my story Before You Found Me, which I just started; and soon icedragon456 and I will have our own story! Let's say it's definitely going to be One Direction with a twist.
Anywho, I just wanted to start off my chapters with a nice, easygoing one. No crazy cliffhanger ending, I know! How dare I?! Well, I just wanted a good solid foundation for what's going to happen next. Hope you don't mind too, badly! Now, in typical icedragon456 fashion...
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