How much?

Those words ring through my ears as we sit in silence. My eyes haven't left my father's, but I have a feeling Harry looks just as shocked as I do, if not more. I always had a more negative view of my parents, but many haven't shared that negativity. I'm sure it's hard to believe that someone could be this despicable, but my parents always seem to do the unexpected.

I'm not sure how long we sit there in complete silence, but it feels like hours. My father waits patiently, an irritated but somewhat bored expression on his face. This is just another business deal for him, another way to secure his reputation and family name. Harry and I are threatening that, and he's doing what he does best. He wants to bury this with money.

"This is a joke, right?" Harry asks finally. I know him well enough by now that I can hear the anger in his voice, mixed with shock and confusion.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" my father asks calmly. Harry scoffs loudly and I squeeze his hand in a desperate attempt to calm him down.

"That's completely ridiculous," Harry continues. "You're not going to be able to pay me to keep me away from Savannah."

"I have two million that can be transferred immediately," my dad says, leaning back again in his chair. My mouth drops open.

Harry shakes his head and releases my hand, standing tall from his seat beside me. I look up at him, my heart hammering inside my chest while I wait for this exchange to unfold. They're both pissed and I don't see it ending well for anyone.

"I'm not having this conversation," Harry says lowly. The eerie quiet of his tone means this is one of those times where he's really fucking angry. "This is absolutely ridiculous."

"It's not," my father argues, standing as well. "This can't be real! Whatever is going on with you two, it's not going to last. I'm speeding up the inevitable and making it a much better scenario for you, Styles. Two million and you walk away completely from my daughter. It's going to happen anyway, why not make some money."

"Because I don't give a fuck about your money," Harry says, still quiet. "You could offer me two milllion, ten million, fifty million, I don't care. I'm not walking away because I can't. Your opinion is irrelevant to me. Would I like the approval of the father of the woman I love? Of course. But if I don't have it, that doesn't change anything. I'm more in love with your daughter than any dollar amount can describe and I'm not giving that up for anything."

My heart is beating out of control at this point, my eyes looking frantically between my father and Harry. My Dad seems more irritated than anything else, probably because he's unaccustomed to not getting his way. Harry, however, is obviously offended and angry. Not a good combination.

"Frankly, the only opinion that matters to me is Savannah's. I'm going to leave before I say something I'll regret. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other," Harry says. He turns to me and his look softens slightly. "I'm going to my place, okay?"

I nod and he smiles weakly before heading out the front door. My father places his hands on his hips and when the front door closes I'm not sure what to do with myself. Neither of us move for a few moments while I analyze the situation that just unfolded in front of me. My father just offered two million dollars to my boyfriend to leave me alone forever.

"I love him, Dad," I whisper finally. Tears brim my eyes. "How could you do that?"

"I'm doing what's best for you."

"No you aren't." I stand from the couch and he turns to face me with tired eyes. "You're looking out for yourself. You don't care about me, only about your precious reputation. Well I'm eighteen now Dad, so technically I guess I'm not part of your reputation anymore."

"He's going to leave. It's inevitable," he says simply.

"Why? Because no one could ever want to be with me? Just because you and mom don't love me doesn't mean no one else can!"

"That's not what I said," he argues.

"Maybe not, but I've got at least ten years of neglect that speak much louder than any kind words you've ever said to me," I spit.

"You're being dramatic, Savannah."

"No, Dad. You're being an asshole." His face grows angry, but before he can speak again I hold up my hand to stop him. "Don't bother. I'll be out of the house soon. I refuse to live here with you."

"Savannah!"

I ignore his shouting and run up to my room to throw some things in a bag. It consists of all the clothes I ever took from Harry's as well as a bunch of my own things. I get the bare minimum of toiletries; mascara, toothbrush, hairbrush, the rest. With my phone and wallet and any other essentials I can think of and can fit in my two bags I head down the stairs and past my father, out the front door. I don't bother getting in my car; he did give me that, so he could technically take it away.

Maybe it would be a smart idea to call Harry and ask him to pick me up, but I need time to think. Harry and I have had so many problems and we've managed to get through everything and come out stronger. I know we can get through this and it's probably one of the easier things we've had to handle, but it's by far the most bothersome. The fact that my father actually thinks he can buy his way out of this, that he could pay a man to stop loving his daughter is completely despicable. Why would he want that, anyway?

Imagine if Harry had actually taken the money. The thought raises goosebumps on my arms and I immediately push it away. As soon as the words were out of my father's mouth there was no doubt in my mind that Harry would say no. Not even for one second did I believe that he would take that money. He wouldn't go through all of what we went through together for some kind of payout. It's disgusting to think that my father thought he could pay him to leave me alone. I don't understand it.

If I had been in Harry's place, if his family had offered me money to leave him alone I know that I wouldn't have taken it. I'm beginning to think that a forever with Harry isn't going to be enough for me. Even if we stay together for our entire lives, I'm not sure that would be long enough. I love him so much and even one moment without him is hard for me. I know that's insane and obsessive, but I can't help it. I just need him. It's as simple as that.

---

"Come here," Harry says when he sees me on the other side of the door. I drop my bags in the hall and wrap my arms around him, both of us holding on tight.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper against his chest. "I can't believe-"

"Stop. It's not your fault." He places one hand on the back of my head, smoothing over my hair.

"I love you so much, Harry. Thank you for doing that."

"I would do anything for you," he says quietly. "Come on, let's get you inside."

He releases me and kisses my forehead before stepping around me and reaching for my bags. He picks up both of them and brings them inside.

"I sort of..." I bite my lip and he sets them down, closing the door before coming over to me. My hesitation is noted by him and he places his hands on either side of my face. "I moved out?"

"What?" he laughs. He genuinely seems pleased. "Are you serious?"

"I can't live there, not while my Dad is there. I have my trust fund so I can find my own place to live, but-"

"Stay with me," he blurts. My eyes go wide instantly. I was going to ask to stay here for a few days, maybe a week, while I figured something out, but I never meant to live here.

"What?" I breathe. He smiles and the dimple on this left cheek becomes much more prominent.

"Stay here," he says. "Move in with me."

"Harry-"

"Before you try to think of all the reasons this is a bad idea, can I just make one point?"

I nod and he moves his body closer to mine. The hands on either side of my face tilt my lips up towards his and he kisses me softly. After a moment he breaks it and presses his forehead to my own.

"I love you, Savannah. School is over, you're eighteen and I'm so in love with you it doesn't even make sense. There's nothing stopping us anymore. I want you here with me, all the time. Please say yes."

"You want to live together?" I ask, making sure I understand him. He nods. "That's a big deal, Harry."

"I know, but we're ready. We can do this."

"I'm eighteen," I remind him. "Most eighteen year olds don't move in with their boyfriends."

"I don't think we can compare ourselves to most," he says quietly, bringing his face back from mine. "If you don't want to I'm not going to force you, but I think this is the right move for us. I love you so much, I want you here with me."

We stare at each other, his emerald green orbs boring into mine. Moving in together? That's serious. There's no going back from that.

"Okay," I agree quietly. He raises his eyebrows. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yes," I laugh, excitement bubbling inside of me. He smiles like a child and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around. The laugh that escapes my lips is one of pure happiness.

"This is insane," I laugh as he sets me down. His lips press to mine and I can feel how excited he is. "We're insane."

"I know," he agrees, laughing as well. "But I'm so happy."

"Me too."

"I guess I'm going to need to clear some closet space for you."

"Don't worry, I won't bring all of my clothes," I assure him. He laughs.

"You can bring whatever you want, as long as you're sleeping next to me every night," he says lowly. All of his anger seems to have faded, or at least is buried for the time being.

Harry kisses me again and I let myself melt into it, knowing that I now have nowhere else I need to be. He is my future now, he's the one that's going to get me through anything that comes at us. There aren't a lot of people in my life I can depend on, but I have never doubted that he's one of them. Harry is always going to be there for me and that's something I know I can count on.

---

The cross pendant from the necklace Harry gave me for Christmas is pinched tightly between my fingers as I stare out into the night of the city. Harry and I spent the whole day together, here in his apartment. After all the excitement from last night we slept quite long today and enjoyed a nice day of relaxing, watching movies and all the cuddling a girl could want. Harry is a really affectionate person, as I've come to learn, and cuddling is one of his favourite things apparently. He probably enjoys it more than I do.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks, stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I lean back against his chest and let the cross fall from my fingertips. I always wear it, but most of the time it's hidden by my shirt since the chain is so long. It's a piece of him that I will always carry with me.

"We made it." My words hold a finality that keeps both of us quiet for a moment.

"Dance with me," he requests softly. I turn around in his arms, smitten by his words.

"There's no music."

"That's an easy problem to fix."

He backs away from me and walks to the stereo, plugging his phone in and turning on a slow song whose music I'm not even paying attention to. When Harry extends his hand to me I tae it immediately, our bodies pressed together with his hand on my back, mine on his chest while the others connect beside us.

"So old-fashioned," I note. "I've never danced like this before."

"Well I guess I'll have to teach you," he says, smirking at me. How he came to be so charming I'll never understand.

We sway back and forth for a while in silence, my head against his chest. Harry sings along sometimes to the songs and I marvel at how strong his voice is. It's incredible to listen to.

"Harry, there's something I have to tell you," I admit quietly, disrupting the peacefulness. I look up at him and he nods, waiting for me to continue.

"What's that?"

"I umm...I accepted my offer to Columbia."

Harry nods and looks at me, deep in thought. I can't help but grow nervous at his silence. This is where he's either going to tell me we'll make it work or that he's coming with me, and though I want to be okay with either of those answers I know one will break me apart.

"New York," he says thoughtfully. He looks at our hands and spreads our fingers, lining our hands up and then leading both of mine to the back of his neck. "I did enjoy it there."

"Oh?" I ask hopefully. He smiles slightly and nods.

"If I was asked to relocate, I'm sure that would be my first choice," he continues. The smile on my face only grows. "If I was asked."

"You would move to New York with me?" I ask quietly, hopefully. He smiles broadly and nods his head and my heart sings.

"I would go anywhere with you, love."

"If I asked," I clarify, repeating his words. He smiles the crooked smile that I love and nods his head.

"Right."

"Well then. Harry Styles, how would you like to move to New York?"

He grins and moves his face down towards mine. "I'll follow you anywhere."

"Looks like we're moving to New York."

"Looks like it," he agrees.

I hook my hand around the back of his neck to pull his lips down to mine. Finally everything is in place and for once I feel like we're on some sort of stable ground. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do. Nothing in the world could convince me that I shouldn't be with this man and I know that I ever want to leave him. Not ever. He is my forever and we're going to make it. How could we not? I've never experienced a love like this, so unconditional and sure.

I'll fight like hell before I lose him.

Notes

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