"I find you to be miraculous. You're worth more than gold, songbird baby," I tell him, watching his green eyes light up.
"You are my golden girl, honeybee. The love of my life," Harry drawls slowly, adoration clearly plastered on his face, "I ador...
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"she has trusted many but been unfamiliar with almost everyone but you..."
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@emersonaldridge: ya girl put on makeup today
@harrystyles: doing big things. proud of you. xx -h ———@emersonaldridge: sir, why did u sign your comment this is Instagram, not a letter —————@scarlettaldridge: he's getting wayyy too comfortable commenting because you're private
@scarlettaldridge: my jaw is on the floor. looking so good, baby sister ———@scarlettaldridge: LJ says, "auntie Emmy is so pretty, mama!" ————@emersonaldridge: the only opinion that matters
@chelseaflint: DUDE WHAT! YES, SIR, YOU LOOK FANTASTIC!!
@georgemarshall: once again, I believe that is my sweatshirt...outing yourself as a clothes thief on the gram ———@emersonaldridge: this one is actually mine but go off I guess
@williamlafontaine: scar told me to hype you up, so this comment is me hyping you up ———@emersonaldridge: nothing like a heartfelt compliment to warm my heart and brighten my day:') thanks will
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"Ohhhh Emersonnnnn!" a voice calls through my house as I hear the door close and Frank scrambling to greet the visitor. I was expecting Harry, so his barging into my home isn't too startling.
"H?" I call, "I'm back here, in the guest room!" I can hear him playing with Frank, his voice soft as he talks to my dog.
It has been about a week since his birthday, and we have been practically inseparable since. We fell into a routine of dinner at mine and movies at his on his monster-sized tv. We are currently watching all of Audrey Hepburn's films because I had never seen them and Harry wants to culture me or something like that. I spend most nights in his guest room and make coffee for us both in the morning before work. It is a welcome change to my regular day-to-day life.
"You ready? I have a—" he trails off as he walks into the room, stopping short when he sees the state of things. He shakes it off and comes to stand behind me, kneeling slightly to put his hands on my shoulders, squeezing. "What are you doing?"
