Coming Home

Harry stood outside barley containing his nerves. His fingers were shaking and he swears his heart is beating so fast it's bound to bounce right out of his chest and smack someone in the face.

He looked at the flowers resting next to him and blew out a heavy breath. He was so nervous. So fucking nervous and he doesn't know why. He was once married to this women for fucks sake. He's already seen her naked. A lot. He's met her parents and he already knows they hate him so there is absolutely no reason why he should be this nervous.

Except, he is. He is so fucking nervous.

He walked forward to knock on the door and tried to sooth his nerves with a shaky sigh.
Yes, he was coming over without calling. He knew they weren't official and that there is always a chance she could be seeing someone other than him right now because she's so perfect but he wanted to surprise her with flowers because that's what good boyfriend's do. And he was a good boyfriend. Okay, he was first her ex husband but now he's going to be her good boyfriend... If she says yes.

He works up the nerve to knock and bounces his weight on his feet. He bites his lip as his fingers grip the plastic on the flowers tighter.

He waits patiently but she never opens. He knocks again with a frown plastered on his face... Nothing. He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and rings her number. He's about to hang up after five rings when the ringing stops.

"Hello? Presley?"

"Hum?" She groans and he can't help the small smile full of relief when he figures out why she wasn't opening the door.

He chuckles, "Did I wake you?" He hears movement inside and on the other side of the phone. "Did you fall asleep on me?" He asks with humor when she doesn't respond. "Presley?"

"No," she murmurs softly, "What time is it?" Her voice comes out tired and sleepy. She sounds so cuddly and soft that he would give anything to see her in this state right now.

"It's--"

"Ah fuck me. It's only 8 and I'm alseep. How sad," she rambled cutting him off. He feels himself smile. He always smiles when he's with her. Always feels happy when he's with her and only her. "Anyway," she sings, sleep still in her voice, "Hi, Harry."

Harry grins like an idiot at her sweet voice, "Hi, baby," he rasps with joy and excitement. "Are you busy?"

"Hm," she yawns, "Yes, can't you tell?" She jokes. "But for you I guess I can take a break." Her yawns gives her away and his smile only widens.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she tuts.

"Good because I'm kind of, sort of, literally standing outside your door."

"What?" She gasps. "Harry, oh my God," he hears her running as her footsteps get louder and louder until the door is open and she's standing right in front of him with tired, dreamy wide eyes. She Hangs up and throws her phone over her shoulder hopefully landing on the sofa behind her. "Why didn't you say you were out here sooner. It's fucking snowing."

... Yes but he's too nervous and it's keeping him warm.

He walks in when she moves aside. He pulls the flowers from behind him and hands them to her. "Oh," she whispers and Her cheeks speckle pink and a small smile spreads along her pretty face.

So pretty... Harry thinks to himself.

"Thank you," she smiles and cups his cheek. She drops a small kiss on his lips all while grinning sweetly. She walks into her kitchen for a vase. He follows her with pride swelling in his chest because he's made her happy.

Once she's satisfied with the placement of her flowers she turns to look at him.

"Why the flowers?" Her face is ridden with sleep and he feels terrible for waking her up but he hasn't seen her in days and he's selfish so he's not going to leave because he loves her and he wants to be her boyfriend so he has to ask and hopefully get to sleep with her.

He shrugs and takes a step towards her. He drops his hands against her waist, "I just wanted to do something nice for you." He kisses her cheek.

"Thank you," she giggles and runs a hand through her messy hair. She gives him a look over and frowns, "You're all dressed up. Did you want to go somewhere?"

He shakes his head. Now that he sees how soft and cute she looks the only place he wants to be at is in her room laying on top of her chest and snuggling himself to sleep against her body.

"I just wanted to hang out with you but I should have called. M'sorry I woke you."

"It's fine," she shrugs.

She scoots back like she always does to put distance between them and crosses her arms over the chest Harry had missed entirely too much. He does his best not to let it show on his face how sad the distance makes him.

Still, he understands. He will never blame her. Fuck, he's fucking lucky she's even talking to him.
Her wanting to take it slow is completely fair. Her wanting to be with him is incredibly good of her. He sometimes thinks she's only with him because she knows that without her he'll die. There's no question about it. Being without her is not something he wants to experience ever again. He'll end himself before he lets it happen again.

But no matter how much he understands it's still hard. So fucking hard.

"I wanted to ask you something," he says after a few seconds.

Her head bops and she grabs his hand. He entwines their fingers together and follows behind her as she leads them into her living room by the roaring fire place. He hopes she didn't fall asleep with it on. He'll ask her about that later.

She sits next to him on the couch and waits for him with questioning eyes. They soften when they take in how nervous he seems to be.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous..." And that's only making her nervous.

He nods quickly, "I'm fine," he mumbles and grabs her hand again. Because if she says no then she won't be able to leave so quickly. He swallows thickly and tries to ease himself down. "I wanted to ask... Erm, do you-- want to watch a movie." He sighs and mentally kicks himself for being such a little bitch.

Her eyes crinkle in confusion and she asks, "So you got dressed up, brought me flowers, and came over just to ask me to watch a movie?"

He nods with red cheeks, "... Yes. We can eat to if you want."

"Okay," she murmurs. "You're strange but I guess I shouldn't be surprised." She leans in and kisses his cheek softly. "Pick one out while I go get food then."

"No, let's order something." He doesn't want her going out now. It's late and she's fragile. "Don't go out."

She shakes her head, "No one delivers breakfast food and that's what I want. You order whatever you want though." She says with a smile.

He grins back at her and stands, "Okay, let's go get groceries then."

Her eyes widen but her face remains happy. "You want to come?"

"I just want to hold your hand some more." He says boyishly. His dimple makes an appearance at her blush. It's his favorite. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who ate all of your food anyway."

It's true. He's so comfortable in her apartment that when he comes over he forgets it's not his home. But she doesn't seem to mind. She encourages it. She buys his favorite sweets and tea and because she knows he doesn't like milk she buys silk milk because she knows it's gentle with him and that way he can have a good cuppa tea.

"Well you're the only one who I like coming over. Everyone else just bugs me about work."

He smirks at that. He beams at that actually.

****

"So you just had a craving for flapjacks at nine o'clock at night?"

"Yes, it happens to people all of the time," she easily says defending herself. "Hey at least we got more of your nut milk. You drink that shit like its water."

He tries not to show his joy at that simple statement... She totally likes him.

He rolls his eyes at her and wraps in arm around her waist as she pours the mixture on the pan. "You could have boughten regular milk and I would've drank that too."

"No. It hurts your stomach and I like the nut milk. It adds a nice taste to my coffee."

He knows she hates it. She loathes the weird taste in her coffee so much that she's trained herself to drink her coffee black or makes a trip to the local starbucks. He hides his smile against her shoulder and playfully bites down.

She laughs at the sensation and when he's not looking she dips her hand in the flour and flicks it in his hair before he moves.

He laughs loudly and jerks back. "How mature of you," he says between giggles. He grabs the pack mix that's been prepared and smudges some of it on top of her head.

She gasps and turns the stove off before facing him with wide eyes. "What an ass," she laughs. She grabs the bag of flours and throws it all over his front. It sprinkles on his face and all over his buttoned shirt.

Her smile is wide and contagious. He doesn't even care that this shirt was $2000 dollars. Fuck, a smile like hers is worth any amount of money.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play," he grabs the mixture bowl and with devious eyes faces her.

"No, Harry..."

"Yes Harry," he grins and moves closer.

Using the spoon he flicks as much mix as he can all over her chest and then dumps the rest over her head. It lands under their feet and he makes a mental note to be slow and ready in case she slips.

"Wow," she says in disbelief. "You know I used to like you," she utters and he sees her grab an egg. "I used to think you were cute." She takes a step towards him slowly. "And pretty." She close enough to him to throw the egg. His eyes study her with amusement.

"I still am all of the above. You just can't tell because there is pancake all over your face."

"And there's about to be egg on yours."

But before she can throw it her feet slip on the mix by their feet. He reacts quickly and wraps his arms around her waist and spins them so that his back lands on the hard floor and she lands on his chest.
They hit the ground and Harry grunts at the impact, squeezing his eyes shut. He rubs her back and reopens his eyes and looks up at his pancake mix covered baby. She laughs looking down at him and wipes the flour from his forehead.

His hand moves to her face and with his thumb he spreads the mix from her cheeks as best he can. His arm spreads over her lower back and the other remains on her head as they laugh at each other.

"Looks like you're what's going to be on me," he watches as her laughter continues and he feels stupid.
She makes him feel so nice and different and so homey. She makes him feel like it's the first time. Like, everything is possible and he realizes that all he's ever going to want and need is her and times like these.

He'd give up his fame and the band and the money if it meant he got to see her like this all of the time. If he gets to be the one who makes pancakes at night and gets to have a food fight with her. Everything else be fucked.

She stops laughing and looks down at him with easy eyes. He leans up and captures her lips with his own. She follows him down without question. His hand grips the back of her bead to keep her in place. They're so close Harry swears he can feel the pattern her heart is beating.

They break apart to breathe and keep their eyes locked. He gets lost in the deep brown color of her eyes and the way they show her kindness. Her lips are red and swollen from his mouth and it makes his warm.

"Girlfriend," he mumbles and her eyes widen and, shit, he didn't ask right. "Be my girlfriend," he asks again. This time more clearer. They sit up and he keeps her on his lap. He kisses her cheek, "Be my girlfriend."

"Is that what you came here to ask me?"

He nods and she giggles. "And here I thought you just really wanted to see a movie with me."

" I do," he mumbles, "But I also want you to be my girlfriend."

She looks at him and it starts to make him nervous. What if she doesn't want him. She's so perfect and he wants her but he can't force her and it's taking her forever to answer.

"I mean, how could you not want me to be your girlfriend, when I drink shitty nut milk for you."

He chuckles and tilts his head at her in endearment. "And you make me so happy," he sings and kisses her quickly. "I just want to call you my girlfriend and I want to see a movie with my girlfriend and I want to go on more dates with my girlfriend and I want to have another good fight with my girlfriend and make pancakes at night with my girlfriend and then make out on the floor with my girlfriend, and, eventually when you're ready because God knows I've been ready since I first saw you at Louis' wedding, I want to marry my girlfriend."

"Again?" She asks with pink cheeks.

"But forever this time."

"Well, when you put it that way..."

He smiles at her, "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks again.

"Yeah, baby, baby, baby."

And, fuck, help him he's in love.

Notes

Surprise bitch thought you'd seen the last of me