Over Again
Chapter 5
Chapter five
Around two o’ clock there was a knock on the door. Neither Harry nor Lux even budged at the sound so I went to answer it. I pulled back the door to expose a small woman with slightly purple hair and big sun glasses. We both stared at each other, looking momentarily confused. Suddenly, a look of realization struck her features.
“Oh,” she gasped. “You must be Sarah.” She smiled at me as she held out her hand. I placed mine in hers, and shook it, still rather confused as to who this was and how she knew my name. I suppose she realized this and let out an awkward laugh. “I’m Lou, Lux’s mom...?” she trailed off as understanding lit my features.
“Ohhhh,” I laughed. “Of course you are, sorry, please come in,” I said, opening the door wider and ushering her in the house. Earlier this morning, Harry had said something about Lou dropping Lux off because of a problem with her mother-in-law, what I had failed to realize at the time was that he had meant Lou TEASEDALE, his stylist. “How’s your mother-in-law doing?” I asked politely.
Lou seemed unsurprised that Harry had told me. “Much better,” she smiled tiredly. “Unfortunately she suffers from a heart condition and it gives her trouble from time to time. Nothing too serious.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Well, the children fell asleep on the couch,” I said, and Lou laughed lightly. “They’re in the living room.” I finished as Lou nodded her head and walked down the hall beside me.
“So,” Lou started. “Sarah, are you planning on staying in London?” she asked me. She seemed a little awkward, as if she wasn’t sure if such a question was acceptable. I didn’t mind.
“Actually, I have a flat here,” I explained. “I’m in my last year of UNI, so I don’t have any immediate plans of leaving.” I looked down, secretly trying to conceal my lack of desire to leave ever.
“That’s good,” Lou said earnestly, gently touching my arm. “Harry needs you.” She said sincerely, which confused me.
“Thanks,” I laughed, downplaying her comment. “But I’m sure he does just fine without me.” I looked over to his sleeping form on the sofa, trying to hide how much that fact actually hurt me.
“No,” Lou shook her head, looking quite serious, no trace of humour on her features. “He’s made some bad decisions, prime example being Taylor Swift. Don’t ever tell him I told you any of this because he’ll never trust me again, but he jumped into so many bad relationships as a way to fill the hole in his heart. That’s why they never lasted, and when they all ended he would come crying to me, not over them but over you.” Lou looked at me, a small smile tugging at her lips for the first time. “Believe me, you’ve got a hold on that boy like no other. There’s no doubt in my mind that he needs you.” She smiled at me warmly. I smiled back, completely shocked that Harry had had that hard of a time coping with our situation. My feelings for him were unfathomable.
Just as Lou finished speaking, Harry stirred, wiping his eyes with his hand while gently stroking Lux’s back as she continued to snore lightly against his chest. I walked over to him, sitting down on the ground next to him, running my hand through his hair. “Good morning sleepy head,” I smiled at him. “Thanks for joining the land of the living.” He laughed and gently held my chin between his finger and his thumb. Lou silently lifted Lux into her arms, still fast asleep.
“Thanks so much for watching her for me,” Lou said. “I know that today was probably not the most ideal day for me to drop her off.” She smiled awkwardly, stroking Lux’s tiny curls.
“Not at all,” I said reassuringly. “It was a pleasure to have her!” I smiled at her as Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the sofa, tucking me under his strong arm.
“Drop her by any time, Lou,” he told her. “You know she’s always welcome. She is my god-daughter, after all!” Harry smiled, full of pride. We all laughed, causing Lux to stir slightly in Lou’s arms.
“Well, I better get her home, thanks again!” Lou said as she backed away. “I’ll see you and the lads on Saturday!” she called over her shoulder as she saw herself out.
“Bye, Lou!” Harry called and shortly after we heard the front door close. In the same second, Harry scooped me up in his arms and began kissing every inch of my face and neck.
“Harry!” I laughed as his slight stubble tickled the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. He continued to kiss me, a smile playing on his lips. “Harry, that seriously tickles!” I squealed. His hands began rubbing up and down my body, and it felt amazing. His boxers were so loose around my waist; they felt like they were going to slide off of me at any moment. I sat up, straddling him with my legs. I leaned down, placing kisses of my own on every exposed surface of his body that was within my reach. I pulled back to look at him, and he smiled at me as his hand came up to cup my cheek. I leaned into it and held it there with my own. Harry slowly sat up so that our faces were practically touching, a smirk on his face. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as his hands wound around my waist, holding me in place.
“So,” Harry smiled, staring at my lips, his eyes then darting back up to mine. “Now that we have the place to ourselves, what shall we do?” he asked me. I pursed my lips dramatically, pretending to think.
“Well,” I laughed mischievously. “We could always go back to bed.” I raised my eyebrows and he licked his lips, hugging me slightly closer to him.
“We could,” he laughed. “However, I had something else in mind...” he trailed off dramatically. I cocked my head to the side questioningly, wondering what it was he had in mind. “Oh?” I asked coolly. He laughed cheekily, adding to my suspense. “Spit it out Styles!” I threw my head back jokingly, whipping him with my wild hair when I brought my face back down to his.
“Well,” he said, drawing it out. “I was thinking that we could go over to your flat, and start moving your stuff in here.” He smiled at me, but I could tell that he was slightly worried about my answer. At that moment, I didn’t even know how TO answer. Everything was happening so fast! I didn’t want to make a mistake, but at the same time, this was Harry! He wasn’t some guy that I barely knew; he was the boy I’d grown up with, my friend, and my first love. Surely all of that meant something, didn’t it? I continued to stare into his eyes, internally debating how to answer him. I smiled at him. I couldn’t go back on my word, and I had already said I would move in...
“Harry,” I started to say, but stopped. I ran my hands through his hair before interlocking them behind his neck, resting my forehead against his, I breathed in his air. “Let’s get dressed and get in the car.”
He sighed in relief and kissed me firmly before standing up with me still in his arms. “Your wish is my command!” he laughed as he ran us up the stairs to his bedroom – our bedroom.
My clothing options were pretty limited, as I still only had the clothes I’d brought from my parent’s house, so obviously this trip to my flat was a necessary one. I managed to find a clean pair of dark skinny jeans and paired that with Harry’s shirt that I was currently wearing. Harry stripped out of his sweats, replacing them with a pair of jeans but thankfully remained in his tank top. He looked unbelievably sexy, especially when he reached inside a drawer and pulled out a beanie which he swiftly donned on his head, allowing his fringe to stick out.
“You ready, love?” he asked me, hugging me from behind. I swivelled around in his arms to face him, stretching up on my tippy toes to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Absolutely!” I said, and he lifted me up by my waist to kiss me quickly before setting me back on the ground and taking my hand. We walked down the stairs and out the back door towards the massive garage. Harry opened the passenger door of his black Range Rover and I hopped in. Seconds later, he was settling into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition, bringing the car to life. He pressed a button, and the garage door began to open, and we drove out into the long driveway. Harry had one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely between us. Seeing this, I interlaced our fingers, my small hand being swallowed up in his. He looked down at our joined hands and smiled, causing me to smile, too.
“So,” Harry said. “Where exactly is this flat of yours?” he asked me, clearly pleased with our day’s plans and anxious for us to begin our task.
“It’s right next to the tube entrance on Old street.” I told him, settling in for the ride as Harry’s house was in North London while my flat was central in the city. I decided I wasn’t going to give it up just yet, not because I doubted Harry or our relationship, but because it was in a convenient location in terms of school.
“Well then,” Harry said as he turned onto the road that lead us into the city. “We have quite some time to chat.” He smiled at me, and I immediately smiled back. “To start us off,” he continued. “There’s something I need to ask you...” he turned his focus back on the road, but my gaze remained on him, my curiosity piqued at his words.
“Oh?” I asked him. “Well, please, ask away, Darling.” I laughed lightly, and Harry joined in.
“Well, I was wondering if you would officially like to be my girlfriend.” He said, his eyes scrutinizing the road, as small rain drops began to intermittently fall from the overcast sky.I pretended to consider his offer.
“Hmmm, let me think,” I teased, and he playfully swatted at me with our joined hands. “Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.”
“Again,” he smiled at me and gave me a cheeky wink.
“Again.” I agreed.
Around two o’ clock there was a knock on the door. Neither Harry nor Lux even budged at the sound so I went to answer it. I pulled back the door to expose a small woman with slightly purple hair and big sun glasses. We both stared at each other, looking momentarily confused. Suddenly, a look of realization struck her features.
“Oh,” she gasped. “You must be Sarah.” She smiled at me as she held out her hand. I placed mine in hers, and shook it, still rather confused as to who this was and how she knew my name. I suppose she realized this and let out an awkward laugh. “I’m Lou, Lux’s mom...?” she trailed off as understanding lit my features.
“Ohhhh,” I laughed. “Of course you are, sorry, please come in,” I said, opening the door wider and ushering her in the house. Earlier this morning, Harry had said something about Lou dropping Lux off because of a problem with her mother-in-law, what I had failed to realize at the time was that he had meant Lou TEASEDALE, his stylist. “How’s your mother-in-law doing?” I asked politely.
Lou seemed unsurprised that Harry had told me. “Much better,” she smiled tiredly. “Unfortunately she suffers from a heart condition and it gives her trouble from time to time. Nothing too serious.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Well, the children fell asleep on the couch,” I said, and Lou laughed lightly. “They’re in the living room.” I finished as Lou nodded her head and walked down the hall beside me.
“So,” Lou started. “Sarah, are you planning on staying in London?” she asked me. She seemed a little awkward, as if she wasn’t sure if such a question was acceptable. I didn’t mind.
“Actually, I have a flat here,” I explained. “I’m in my last year of UNI, so I don’t have any immediate plans of leaving.” I looked down, secretly trying to conceal my lack of desire to leave ever.
“That’s good,” Lou said earnestly, gently touching my arm. “Harry needs you.” She said sincerely, which confused me.
“Thanks,” I laughed, downplaying her comment. “But I’m sure he does just fine without me.” I looked over to his sleeping form on the sofa, trying to hide how much that fact actually hurt me.
“No,” Lou shook her head, looking quite serious, no trace of humour on her features. “He’s made some bad decisions, prime example being Taylor Swift. Don’t ever tell him I told you any of this because he’ll never trust me again, but he jumped into so many bad relationships as a way to fill the hole in his heart. That’s why they never lasted, and when they all ended he would come crying to me, not over them but over you.” Lou looked at me, a small smile tugging at her lips for the first time. “Believe me, you’ve got a hold on that boy like no other. There’s no doubt in my mind that he needs you.” She smiled at me warmly. I smiled back, completely shocked that Harry had had that hard of a time coping with our situation. My feelings for him were unfathomable.
Just as Lou finished speaking, Harry stirred, wiping his eyes with his hand while gently stroking Lux’s back as she continued to snore lightly against his chest. I walked over to him, sitting down on the ground next to him, running my hand through his hair. “Good morning sleepy head,” I smiled at him. “Thanks for joining the land of the living.” He laughed and gently held my chin between his finger and his thumb. Lou silently lifted Lux into her arms, still fast asleep.
“Thanks so much for watching her for me,” Lou said. “I know that today was probably not the most ideal day for me to drop her off.” She smiled awkwardly, stroking Lux’s tiny curls.
“Not at all,” I said reassuringly. “It was a pleasure to have her!” I smiled at her as Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the sofa, tucking me under his strong arm.
“Drop her by any time, Lou,” he told her. “You know she’s always welcome. She is my god-daughter, after all!” Harry smiled, full of pride. We all laughed, causing Lux to stir slightly in Lou’s arms.
“Well, I better get her home, thanks again!” Lou said as she backed away. “I’ll see you and the lads on Saturday!” she called over her shoulder as she saw herself out.
“Bye, Lou!” Harry called and shortly after we heard the front door close. In the same second, Harry scooped me up in his arms and began kissing every inch of my face and neck.
“Harry!” I laughed as his slight stubble tickled the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. He continued to kiss me, a smile playing on his lips. “Harry, that seriously tickles!” I squealed. His hands began rubbing up and down my body, and it felt amazing. His boxers were so loose around my waist; they felt like they were going to slide off of me at any moment. I sat up, straddling him with my legs. I leaned down, placing kisses of my own on every exposed surface of his body that was within my reach. I pulled back to look at him, and he smiled at me as his hand came up to cup my cheek. I leaned into it and held it there with my own. Harry slowly sat up so that our faces were practically touching, a smirk on his face. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as his hands wound around my waist, holding me in place.
“So,” Harry smiled, staring at my lips, his eyes then darting back up to mine. “Now that we have the place to ourselves, what shall we do?” he asked me. I pursed my lips dramatically, pretending to think.
“Well,” I laughed mischievously. “We could always go back to bed.” I raised my eyebrows and he licked his lips, hugging me slightly closer to him.
“We could,” he laughed. “However, I had something else in mind...” he trailed off dramatically. I cocked my head to the side questioningly, wondering what it was he had in mind. “Oh?” I asked coolly. He laughed cheekily, adding to my suspense. “Spit it out Styles!” I threw my head back jokingly, whipping him with my wild hair when I brought my face back down to his.
“Well,” he said, drawing it out. “I was thinking that we could go over to your flat, and start moving your stuff in here.” He smiled at me, but I could tell that he was slightly worried about my answer. At that moment, I didn’t even know how TO answer. Everything was happening so fast! I didn’t want to make a mistake, but at the same time, this was Harry! He wasn’t some guy that I barely knew; he was the boy I’d grown up with, my friend, and my first love. Surely all of that meant something, didn’t it? I continued to stare into his eyes, internally debating how to answer him. I smiled at him. I couldn’t go back on my word, and I had already said I would move in...
“Harry,” I started to say, but stopped. I ran my hands through his hair before interlocking them behind his neck, resting my forehead against his, I breathed in his air. “Let’s get dressed and get in the car.”
He sighed in relief and kissed me firmly before standing up with me still in his arms. “Your wish is my command!” he laughed as he ran us up the stairs to his bedroom – our bedroom.
My clothing options were pretty limited, as I still only had the clothes I’d brought from my parent’s house, so obviously this trip to my flat was a necessary one. I managed to find a clean pair of dark skinny jeans and paired that with Harry’s shirt that I was currently wearing. Harry stripped out of his sweats, replacing them with a pair of jeans but thankfully remained in his tank top. He looked unbelievably sexy, especially when he reached inside a drawer and pulled out a beanie which he swiftly donned on his head, allowing his fringe to stick out.
“You ready, love?” he asked me, hugging me from behind. I swivelled around in his arms to face him, stretching up on my tippy toes to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Absolutely!” I said, and he lifted me up by my waist to kiss me quickly before setting me back on the ground and taking my hand. We walked down the stairs and out the back door towards the massive garage. Harry opened the passenger door of his black Range Rover and I hopped in. Seconds later, he was settling into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition, bringing the car to life. He pressed a button, and the garage door began to open, and we drove out into the long driveway. Harry had one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely between us. Seeing this, I interlaced our fingers, my small hand being swallowed up in his. He looked down at our joined hands and smiled, causing me to smile, too.
“So,” Harry said. “Where exactly is this flat of yours?” he asked me, clearly pleased with our day’s plans and anxious for us to begin our task.
“It’s right next to the tube entrance on Old street.” I told him, settling in for the ride as Harry’s house was in North London while my flat was central in the city. I decided I wasn’t going to give it up just yet, not because I doubted Harry or our relationship, but because it was in a convenient location in terms of school.
“Well then,” Harry said as he turned onto the road that lead us into the city. “We have quite some time to chat.” He smiled at me, and I immediately smiled back. “To start us off,” he continued. “There’s something I need to ask you...” he turned his focus back on the road, but my gaze remained on him, my curiosity piqued at his words.
“Oh?” I asked him. “Well, please, ask away, Darling.” I laughed lightly, and Harry joined in.
“Well, I was wondering if you would officially like to be my girlfriend.” He said, his eyes scrutinizing the road, as small rain drops began to intermittently fall from the overcast sky.I pretended to consider his offer.
“Hmmm, let me think,” I teased, and he playfully swatted at me with our joined hands. “Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.”
“Again,” he smiled at me and gave me a cheeky wink.
“Again.” I agreed.
Ah!! They're too adorable. Really, they are! And I just have this sneaking suspicion that a proposal is very near in their future. Maybe even at/ after his mom's wedding. I can't wait til the next chapter!! More please!!!
3/16/15