Fix Me
Chapter 36
*a few weeks later (October 3rd)*
Harry's POV
As I put the last of my stuff into my box, I can't help but feel a little bit sad. As much as I'm ready to move forward, I had a lot of fun living here with Louis and Niall. This is something I really want to do, though. It's just time. Lana and I just got back from Holmes Chapel. We went back for the weekend so I could get the rest of my stuff. I don't have class on Mondays, but she does so I'm going to go bring everything over with Louis. She'll help me unpack when she's finished with class.
Once we get to my new building, we spend about a half hour bringing boxes up and down to my place. I already had most of my furniture delivered last week; the people that were renting it moved out early so the boys came to help me put everything together. Lana's building doesn't have a working elevator but this one does, so it's a lot easier. Louis doesn't fail to complain the entire time, though.
"Finally!" he exclaims, dropping the last box with no care at all. Thank goodness it's just some sheets and towels. Nothing breakable.
"Louis, there's like twelve boxes. It wasn't that bad."
"I hate moving. People should just stay in one place." His eyes suddenly go wide and he looks all around him. "Holy shit! Harry, this place is great!"
"I know. You should have seen Lana, she absolutely loved it."
"That's probably a good thing."
"Yeah. I thought she wasn't going to come with me to look and I was so stressed out. Obviously she needs to like it too."
"Are you sure you want to do this? It's a big step," he says, patting my shoulder.
"Positive."
Lana's POV
"El I'm serious. I really need to go. Harry is waiting for me."
"Please just help me!"
"You've tried on like twelve outfits, and eleven of them were fantastic. It's just a date with your boyfriend of forever! Just pick one."
She rolls her eyes and looks at all the selections on the bed. "Okay, but which one."
"The dress. That one, with the open back. I know where he's taking you. It'll be great. Why are you getting ready already, though? It's nowhere near dinner time."
"I just wanted help with the outfit and I know you're going to be with Harry helping him move in."
"Fair enough." I walk through her door and call back as I make my way out. "Have fun! See you later!"
I walk down and out of the building, making my way down the street towards Harry's new place of living. I love that this place has an elevator. It's fantastic. The stairs kill me at my place. If we lived any higher than the fourth floor I would cry all the time. I guess I'm a tad lazy.
When I'm at the front door I let myself in and walk through the apartment until I find Harry. I giggle when I see him and Louis trying to put together the last of the furniture, which is a desk to put in the guest bedroom. He's going to make it an office and guest room with a desk and a couch that pulls out into a bed. They're arguing about something, of course.
"That's not the right piece Lou, I'm telling you," Harry says, trying but failing to keep the frustration out of his tone.
"It is. I know this shit," Lou says.
"Well I'm looking at the size of the hole, and this thing isn't going to fit in it," Harry argues.
"That's what she said." They both look up at me with frustrated but amused expressions. "Having some trouble, boys?" I ask, walking around the scattered pieces towards Harry. I lean down to kiss him and he relaxes a little.
"There's so many pieces to this damn thing," he says.
"Why don't you just follow the instructions." I pick up the packet that's been tossed to the corner of the room with the empty packaging.
"We're men. We don't need instructions," Louis says.
"Right, 'cuz this is going so well," I say sarcastically, reading through them. "Louis, that's the wrong one."
"Ha! I told you it was this one," Harry says, giving him a different piece.
"That's not it either, Harry." His face falls and they both look around at the pieces in confusion. "What is it with the male species and refusing instructions. Or directions. Or any form of help."
After a while we finally have the desk together. Louis pretty much gave up, so me and Harry did most of it. I'm quite handy if I do say so myself.
"I'm impressed," Harry says, ruffling my hair. I swat his hand away and start cleaning up the garbage. The whole place is an absolute mess. "I'm going to order some food." He walks out of the room with his phone pressed to his ear. I can feel Louis staring at me while we clean up.
"Do you need something Lou?" I ask, smiling but not looking at him. "If not, stop staring at me."
"Sorry. It's just that I...." I look up at him with a confused look and he clamps his mouth shut. "Nevermind."
"Louis, what's going on?"
"Nothing. Forget I said anything."
"You're being weirder than normal."
"Pizza is on the way," Harry announces, coming back with a big garbage bag.
"Harry, do you know why Louis is being weird?" I ask, stuffing scraps into the bag. He glares at Louis for a second and continues picking up garbage.
"Nope. He's always weird, isn't he?" he says, glaring once more at Lou. They exchange a weird look, Harry looking desperate and Louis looking apologetic.
"Okay, what's going on?" They both continue cleaning up and mumble a quiet nothing. What is happening!
"Alright, fine. You two can finish cleaning yourselves if you're going to be all secretive." I dump what's in my hands on the floor and walk out to the kitchen to get a drink. All he has in the fridge is water and beer. Classic guy. They're both being weird...I wonder why. It's going to take us forever to get Harry moved in.
"All the boxes are empty," I announce, rejoining Harry in his bedroom. He's putting away the last of his clothes and the bed is already made. That means I can flop right back onto it.
"I just made that," Harry says, chucking the now empty box into the hallway. He crawls over me and puts his hands down on either side of his face. "You're making it all messy."
I trail my pointer finger down the front of his shirt. "We both knew it wasn't going to stay neat for long." When I get to the bottom I pull it up and he sits back on his heels to remove it completely. I reach for his curls as he leans back down to kiss me. He presses his body roughly into mine as his tongue invades my mouth. I could do this forever. I can never get enough of Harry's lips against mine. It's a feeling I can't even describe and always leaves me wanting more. He's my addiction.
"I love you so much," Harry mumbles against my neck. I just hum in response while he continues sucking and biting the sensitive skin. After a minute he stops and leans his forehead against mine.
"Why did you stop?" I breathe, trying my best not to whine. He opens his eyes slowly and and flashes me a lazy grin.
"You didn't say it back."
I laugh softly and push his hair away from his face. "I love you, too." He smiles as I kiss him again, using all of my strength to flip us over. He chuckles against my mouth and slides his hands under my shirt while mine explore his toned upper body. When I trail my lips down his jawline to his sweet spot, a throaty moan escapes his mouth. I lift me head when he pulls my shirt up and off of me, leaving me in one of my special selections. I hover over him the way he does to me, with one hand on either side of his head. He stairs at my bra for a minute before slowly trailing his eyes back up to my face.
"Do you like it?" I ask quietly. He swallows visibly and kind of nervously before nodding. I laugh softly and sit up so my crotch is right above his growing desire. "It's one of the ones I bought for you."
He slides his hands up and down my thighs and raises his eyebrows. "I wasn't expecting that."
"You wanted to see them."
He nods and looks at it again. "I always liked purple on you," he says quietly. He suddenly flips us back over and kisses me with an intense amount of passion. He starts moving his hips roughly against mine and his name escapes my lips in a breathy voice. He hums in appreciation against the base of my neck. I reach down and start undoing the buckle of his belt, but he stops me before I can get to he button of his jeans.
"What?" I ask breathhlessly. He doesn't usually stop here. I think I'll probably go crazy.
"I just..." he looks between my eyes while our heavy breathing fills the silence.
"Harry?"
"There's something I want to give you."
"Well, by all means." I continue to undo his jeans and he stops my again. "What's wrong?"
"Not that," he says, smirking down at me. "Not yet anyway. It's something else."
"Well unless it's as hot as you, it can wait." I pull his face back down to mine and press our lips together. He sighs into my mouth and pulls back again. "What are you doing to me?"
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. "Try to control yourself, love."
"Fine. What do you want to give me?"
He smiles and rolls off of me towards the bedside table. "The reason I wanted to move out is because I love you and I'm ready for us to start moving forward." He pulls someone out and lays on his side looking down at me. "After everything we've been through we're still together, and you have no idea how happy it makes me to know that there's nothing we can't get through. I'm ready for us to start creating a life together."
My hear jumps into my throat. Is he proposing right now? Like, marriage? I mean I want that more than anything, but we've only been back together for like six months and we're only twenty years old! What am I supposed to do?
"Stop panicking, love," he says, smirking down at me with his love for me shining through his eyes. "I want to give you a key to my apartment."
"What?"
"If you'll take it. I want you to feel like this is your home, too. Eventually I hope it will be."
He holds out the key in front of me and I stare at it, then at him again. "Seriously?" He nods and puts the cold metal down on my stomach, making me flinch and snatch it up.
"Good, so you'll take it," he says, laughing at his whit.
"So clever." He shrugs and starts drawing gentle shapes against my skin. "Of course I'll take the key. Thank you. That means a lot to me." I reach up and stroke his cheek. His eyes close slowly at my touch.
"I love you," he says again, opening his eyes.
"I love you too." He smiles and I pull his face down to mine. "Now kiss me."
Harry's POV
As I put the last of my stuff into my box, I can't help but feel a little bit sad. As much as I'm ready to move forward, I had a lot of fun living here with Louis and Niall. This is something I really want to do, though. It's just time. Lana and I just got back from Holmes Chapel. We went back for the weekend so I could get the rest of my stuff. I don't have class on Mondays, but she does so I'm going to go bring everything over with Louis. She'll help me unpack when she's finished with class.
Once we get to my new building, we spend about a half hour bringing boxes up and down to my place. I already had most of my furniture delivered last week; the people that were renting it moved out early so the boys came to help me put everything together. Lana's building doesn't have a working elevator but this one does, so it's a lot easier. Louis doesn't fail to complain the entire time, though.
"Finally!" he exclaims, dropping the last box with no care at all. Thank goodness it's just some sheets and towels. Nothing breakable.
"Louis, there's like twelve boxes. It wasn't that bad."
"I hate moving. People should just stay in one place." His eyes suddenly go wide and he looks all around him. "Holy shit! Harry, this place is great!"
"I know. You should have seen Lana, she absolutely loved it."
"That's probably a good thing."
"Yeah. I thought she wasn't going to come with me to look and I was so stressed out. Obviously she needs to like it too."
"Are you sure you want to do this? It's a big step," he says, patting my shoulder.
"Positive."
Lana's POV
"El I'm serious. I really need to go. Harry is waiting for me."
"Please just help me!"
"You've tried on like twelve outfits, and eleven of them were fantastic. It's just a date with your boyfriend of forever! Just pick one."
She rolls her eyes and looks at all the selections on the bed. "Okay, but which one."
"The dress. That one, with the open back. I know where he's taking you. It'll be great. Why are you getting ready already, though? It's nowhere near dinner time."
"I just wanted help with the outfit and I know you're going to be with Harry helping him move in."
"Fair enough." I walk through her door and call back as I make my way out. "Have fun! See you later!"
I walk down and out of the building, making my way down the street towards Harry's new place of living. I love that this place has an elevator. It's fantastic. The stairs kill me at my place. If we lived any higher than the fourth floor I would cry all the time. I guess I'm a tad lazy.
When I'm at the front door I let myself in and walk through the apartment until I find Harry. I giggle when I see him and Louis trying to put together the last of the furniture, which is a desk to put in the guest bedroom. He's going to make it an office and guest room with a desk and a couch that pulls out into a bed. They're arguing about something, of course.
"That's not the right piece Lou, I'm telling you," Harry says, trying but failing to keep the frustration out of his tone.
"It is. I know this shit," Lou says.
"Well I'm looking at the size of the hole, and this thing isn't going to fit in it," Harry argues.
"That's what she said." They both look up at me with frustrated but amused expressions. "Having some trouble, boys?" I ask, walking around the scattered pieces towards Harry. I lean down to kiss him and he relaxes a little.
"There's so many pieces to this damn thing," he says.
"Why don't you just follow the instructions." I pick up the packet that's been tossed to the corner of the room with the empty packaging.
"We're men. We don't need instructions," Louis says.
"Right, 'cuz this is going so well," I say sarcastically, reading through them. "Louis, that's the wrong one."
"Ha! I told you it was this one," Harry says, giving him a different piece.
"That's not it either, Harry." His face falls and they both look around at the pieces in confusion. "What is it with the male species and refusing instructions. Or directions. Or any form of help."
After a while we finally have the desk together. Louis pretty much gave up, so me and Harry did most of it. I'm quite handy if I do say so myself.
"I'm impressed," Harry says, ruffling my hair. I swat his hand away and start cleaning up the garbage. The whole place is an absolute mess. "I'm going to order some food." He walks out of the room with his phone pressed to his ear. I can feel Louis staring at me while we clean up.
"Do you need something Lou?" I ask, smiling but not looking at him. "If not, stop staring at me."
"Sorry. It's just that I...." I look up at him with a confused look and he clamps his mouth shut. "Nevermind."
"Louis, what's going on?"
"Nothing. Forget I said anything."
"You're being weirder than normal."
"Pizza is on the way," Harry announces, coming back with a big garbage bag.
"Harry, do you know why Louis is being weird?" I ask, stuffing scraps into the bag. He glares at Louis for a second and continues picking up garbage.
"Nope. He's always weird, isn't he?" he says, glaring once more at Lou. They exchange a weird look, Harry looking desperate and Louis looking apologetic.
"Okay, what's going on?" They both continue cleaning up and mumble a quiet nothing. What is happening!
"Alright, fine. You two can finish cleaning yourselves if you're going to be all secretive." I dump what's in my hands on the floor and walk out to the kitchen to get a drink. All he has in the fridge is water and beer. Classic guy. They're both being weird...I wonder why. It's going to take us forever to get Harry moved in.
"All the boxes are empty," I announce, rejoining Harry in his bedroom. He's putting away the last of his clothes and the bed is already made. That means I can flop right back onto it.
"I just made that," Harry says, chucking the now empty box into the hallway. He crawls over me and puts his hands down on either side of his face. "You're making it all messy."
I trail my pointer finger down the front of his shirt. "We both knew it wasn't going to stay neat for long." When I get to the bottom I pull it up and he sits back on his heels to remove it completely. I reach for his curls as he leans back down to kiss me. He presses his body roughly into mine as his tongue invades my mouth. I could do this forever. I can never get enough of Harry's lips against mine. It's a feeling I can't even describe and always leaves me wanting more. He's my addiction.
"I love you so much," Harry mumbles against my neck. I just hum in response while he continues sucking and biting the sensitive skin. After a minute he stops and leans his forehead against mine.
"Why did you stop?" I breathe, trying my best not to whine. He opens his eyes slowly and and flashes me a lazy grin.
"You didn't say it back."
I laugh softly and push his hair away from his face. "I love you, too." He smiles as I kiss him again, using all of my strength to flip us over. He chuckles against my mouth and slides his hands under my shirt while mine explore his toned upper body. When I trail my lips down his jawline to his sweet spot, a throaty moan escapes his mouth. I lift me head when he pulls my shirt up and off of me, leaving me in one of my special selections. I hover over him the way he does to me, with one hand on either side of his head. He stairs at my bra for a minute before slowly trailing his eyes back up to my face.
"Do you like it?" I ask quietly. He swallows visibly and kind of nervously before nodding. I laugh softly and sit up so my crotch is right above his growing desire. "It's one of the ones I bought for you."
He slides his hands up and down my thighs and raises his eyebrows. "I wasn't expecting that."
"You wanted to see them."
He nods and looks at it again. "I always liked purple on you," he says quietly. He suddenly flips us back over and kisses me with an intense amount of passion. He starts moving his hips roughly against mine and his name escapes my lips in a breathy voice. He hums in appreciation against the base of my neck. I reach down and start undoing the buckle of his belt, but he stops me before I can get to he button of his jeans.
"What?" I ask breathhlessly. He doesn't usually stop here. I think I'll probably go crazy.
"I just..." he looks between my eyes while our heavy breathing fills the silence.
"Harry?"
"There's something I want to give you."
"Well, by all means." I continue to undo his jeans and he stops my again. "What's wrong?"
"Not that," he says, smirking down at me. "Not yet anyway. It's something else."
"Well unless it's as hot as you, it can wait." I pull his face back down to mine and press our lips together. He sighs into my mouth and pulls back again. "What are you doing to me?"
He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. "Try to control yourself, love."
"Fine. What do you want to give me?"
He smiles and rolls off of me towards the bedside table. "The reason I wanted to move out is because I love you and I'm ready for us to start moving forward." He pulls someone out and lays on his side looking down at me. "After everything we've been through we're still together, and you have no idea how happy it makes me to know that there's nothing we can't get through. I'm ready for us to start creating a life together."
My hear jumps into my throat. Is he proposing right now? Like, marriage? I mean I want that more than anything, but we've only been back together for like six months and we're only twenty years old! What am I supposed to do?
"Stop panicking, love," he says, smirking down at me with his love for me shining through his eyes. "I want to give you a key to my apartment."
"What?"
"If you'll take it. I want you to feel like this is your home, too. Eventually I hope it will be."
He holds out the key in front of me and I stare at it, then at him again. "Seriously?" He nods and puts the cold metal down on my stomach, making me flinch and snatch it up.
"Good, so you'll take it," he says, laughing at his whit.
"So clever." He shrugs and starts drawing gentle shapes against my skin. "Of course I'll take the key. Thank you. That means a lot to me." I reach up and stroke his cheek. His eyes close slowly at my touch.
"I love you," he says again, opening his eyes.
"I love you too." He smiles and I pull his face down to mine. "Now kiss me."
Notes
not what you thought it was gonna be was it???? yaaaaa im sneaky like that.
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