Chapter six
The rain was starting to come down harder, beating against the windshield as Harry rounded the final corner to my flat. He parked the Range Rover on the street outside my door. I reached over to the centre console, pulling my keys from my bag before turning to open the door.

“Wait,” Harry said as he unbuckled his seat belt. Before giving me the opportunity to reply, he was out the door walking around to my side of the car. He opened my door. “Sorry, guess I should’ve brought an umbrella.” We laughed together as Harry squinted the rain out of his eyes.

“It’s alright,” I smiled, placing my hand on his already drenched shirt, gently ringing some water out with my fingertips before looking back to his eyes. “I don’t mind getting a little wet.” I gave him a sassy smirk, and his eyes went wide.

“Now we’ve really got to get inside!” He said suggestively and I laughed loudly as he threw me over his shoulder and took off running for the front door with barely enough time to shut the car door behind him. He snatched the key from my flailing hand, and didn’t set me down until we were inside. He placed my feet gently on the ground, and began delicately removing the long, wet strands of hair that clung to my face. When he was done, his hands buried their way into my hair, and he softly leaned his body into mine, the wet fabric ice cold where it pressed against my stomach. He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing in deeply as he shut his eyes. A shiver ran down my spine, but it wasn’t from the cold. Feeling me shake, he immediately pulled away, and started rubbing my arms, trying to warm me with the friction. He looked around my small flat. “Guess we need some towels,” he said, continuing to search with his eyes.

“Not really,” I said and I quickly removed his sopping wet t-shirt that I was wearing. He looked at me as I stood in my entrance way, wearing my dark skinnies and black, lacy bra. He raised his eyebrows, and smiled at me sheepishly. I outright laughed at his adorable expression. “What?” I asked innocently. “Fabric takes longer to dry out than skin does.”

“Well,” he said in an amused tone. “I cannot argue with that logic.” And he threw his tank top to the ground, where it rested on top of the t-shirt, his arms encircling my waist when he was free from it. Feeling his wet skin on mine was mesmerizing, and I silently began planting kisses on his shoulders and biceps, unable to reach anywhere else without stretching. He was so tall now! My five foot six frame looked tiny next to his. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, which he then began kissing. My nails dug into his arms in their feverish attempt to pull him closer. Understanding my urgency, he lifted me up to his level, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands slid down to my hips, pulling them into him so I could feel how strong his need for me was. He took a couple steps forward, trapping me between the wall and his body. He made slow, sensual motions with his hips and began grinding me into the wall. His face lowered, and he started kissing my cleavage as I removed his beanie and began tangling my fingers into his damp hair. He let out a soft moan, managing to turn me on even more. I used my grip on his hair to force his face back to me, needing to feel his lips on mine. They met with explosive passion; Harry became more than compliant as he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth as I playfully bit down on his lower lip. Harry moaned again, and he spun our bodies around towards the couch where he laid me down, his body hovering over mine, my hands always trying to force him down closer. He continued to kiss me, intoxicating me with his tongue until I could bare it no longer. His body was pressed firmly against mine, making accessing the front of his pants quite difficult. I slid my hand down his chest, thrusting my hips into him, my hand reaching for the button on his jeans. Abruptly, Harry broke our kiss, startling me.

“Shit!” He cursed and he looked away from me. I felt his body go limp on top of me.

“Harry?” I tried to look into his eyes, but he had me pinned beneath him, unable to force his face back to mine. “Harry?!” I said, raising my voice a little. He sat up, so I did too. I cupped his cheek with my hand and forced him to look at me.

“Sorry, love,” he looked at me, his face a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. “I haven’t got a condom about me.” He said as he adjusted his trousers. He looked around the room before settling his gaze back on me. I laughed at his expression, lightening the mood. A slow half smile spread across his features. “What?” he asked me. I stroked his hair and laughed lightly.

“Babe, its fine,” I told him, kissing his lips lovingly, trying to restore his previous mood, although I could feel his resistance.

“No, it’s not fine,” he sighed, breaking away from our kiss. I gave him my best pout and he laughed, playfully pinching my nose. He stared deeply into my eyes. “You know we can’t.”

I breathed out a dramatic sigh and rolled out of his lap, slouching into the sofa. He laughed at my obvious disappointment and I play swatted him with the pillow next to me, which he skillfully dodged. I put my head in his lap and stared up at him as he soothingly rubbed my knee.

“Always the gentleman...” I breathed, to which he laughed lightly.

“Not always, Babe,” he said, becoming suddenly serious. I furrowed my brow, confusedly. He looked down at me and met my gaze evenly. “I never really apologized, you know.”

“Apologized for what, Harry?” I asked him bewilderedly. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He smiled sadly as he brought my hand up to his face. He looked at it before gently kissing each of my knuckles. He then placed it back on my stomach, keeping our fingers entwined.

“Oh but I do,” he sighed. “And it’s a very long list.” He met my gaze, seeing the question in my eyes. “I never apologized for getting you pregnant, to start with.” He said, looking down at our hands. I began shaking my head. It had happened such a long time ago, and never once had I ever blamed him. During that time, he had been so supportive and loving; I couldn’t believe that he felt any guilt about it.

“Harry,” I started, flustered. “That wasn’t your fault, we were young and it was as much my fault as yours! And I wouldn’t take any of it back even if I could, and neither should you!” I said hurriedly, beginning to get frustrated.

“Maybe,” he said, avoiding my anger. “But that’s not all I’m sorry about. I’m also sorry that I ever let you go. I look back on the last three years and I feel like an idiot for wasting them!” He confessed.

“Oh darling,” I said sitting up and holding his gaze. “We’re together now, with many years to come!” I said and he smiled. “That’s all that matters.”

“I’m really glad we’re talking about this,” Harry said gently and I could hear the lump in his throat.

“Me, too,” I quickly kissed his lips. “Now come! Enough of this moping, this apartment isn’t going to pack up itself!” I jumped off the sofa, pulling him up with me, and he wrapped his arms around me when we got to our feet. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine, not pulling back immediately.

“I love you,” he whispered through his smile.

“As I love you,” I smiled back, and he kissed the tip of my nose sweetly before releasing me, after all, we had a lot of work ahead of us.

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By around ten o’ clock, my flat was packed up and Harry and I were surrounded by boxes. We sat on my couch, exhausted from our day’s efforts. Lying against Harry’s chest, I heard his stomach rumble and we both giggled.

“A little hungry there, Mr. Styles,” I teased him. He playfully ruffled my hair.

“Well Ms. Wilson,” he laughed. “It’s not as if I’ve been offered anything to eat!” He tickled me in my ribs and I laughed loudly.

“Perhaps you’d like to order in?” I looked up at him.

“Sounds like a plan.” He kissed me quickly before standing up and retrieving his phone from his pocket. “What do you want?” he asked me, searching for restaurants on his phone.

“Doesn’t matter, get what you want.” I told him as I walked over to my answering machine that I just noticed was blinking. I pressed the play button, listening to the message.

“You have one new message,” the machine told me before the shrill beep. “Hey Sarah, its mum, just making sure you got home okay, why haven’t you called me?” I listened to my mother’s chastising tone, and smiled to myself. “Call me as soon as you get this, I love you!” The beep sounded again, marking the end of the message. I pulled out my phone, and starting dialing my mum’s number.

“Alright, thank you very much.” Harry said into his phone before disconnecting the call. “Food’s on its way!” he told me.

“Excellent,” I smiled at him. “I’m just gonna call my mum back before she gets all freaked out.”

“You really should,” he laughed, knowing from experience that my mother worried like no other.

I put the phone to my ear as it started ringing. Before long my mother’s voice greeted me.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hey mum,” I greeted her.

“Sarah!” she breathed. “What took you so long to call me?!” she demanded.

“Sorry mum, I crashed at Harry’s place last night and then today we spent packing up my flat. Besides mum, how many times do I have to tell you, if you wanna get a hold of me just call my cell-”

“What do you mean you spent the day packing up your flat?” my mother asked me, and a little too late I realized my mistake, my eyes opening wide with worry. Harry looked at me questioningly.

“What?” he mouthed. I cursed internally, just shaking my head at him.

“Mum,” I started. “I’m moving in with Harry for a little bit, but don’t worry,” I said, knowing that she would any way but desperately trying to justify it to her. “I’m still keeping my flat, and it’s not necessarily permanent, but he wants me to meet his band mates and-” my mum cut me off.

“Sarah,” she sighed, and I could hear a lecture coming. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do, mum,” I whispered.

“Well,” she said, surprising me with her calm tone. “Just know that you can always come home if you need to.” she told me.

“I know, mum,” I replied.

“I love you, Sarah,” she told me.

“I love you too, mum,” I breathed.

“I’ll call you later, sweetheart,” she said, again surprising me with how okay she was with the news I’d just given her. “Tell Harry I said hi!”

“Will do mum, talk to you later.” And with that, the phone went dead. I placed it on the coffee table and Harry looked at me.

“What’d she say?” he asked me.

“She says hi,” I laughed. “And she actually seemed okay with it, doubtful but okay.” Harry breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Well that’s good news!” he laughed and I joined in with him just as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I told Harry.

“Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me some money.

“Thanks, darling,” I said, taking it from him and heading towards the door.

I opened the door and paid the guy for our food. He then handed me several large paper bags, which I thanked him for and then brought over to where Harry was sitting on the couch.

“Jeez, Styles,” I laughed. “Did you get enough food?” I asked him sarcastically. He simply laughed in response.

“Considering how devoid your pantry is of anything edible, I’m not too sure I did.” I stuck my tongue out at him as we began helping ourselves.

Curled up on my couch, finishing a movie and surrounded by our leftovers, we began yawing, both of us in desperate need of sleep. I yawned for a third time, and Harry silently scooped me up from the couch, hitting the power button on the TV, and walking me towards the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked him groggily.

“I’m taking you to bed, little Ms. Sleepy,” he laughed, I just snuggled in closer to his chest.

“Okay,” I breathed as he laid me down under the covers and crawled into bed next to me. “Goonight, Harry.” I yawned yet again. He laughed quietly, gently stroking my cheek.

“Goodnight, love.” He whispered in my ear, which was the last thing I was consciously aware of before I fell into a peaceful slumber.

Notes

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