Calm [H.S]

Chapter 35: Dirty Carpet

Surprise besties, I didn't even warn you about this one haha. Anyway how y'all doing? I hope all is well. I'm doing okay, for those who want to know, school has been absolutely nuts lately. But my break is coming up on the 19th so that's good. Anyway, on with the show. Happy reading. 

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"Are you sure that you want me to help you go through the stuff?" Harry asks as I look over at him. He's sitting criss crossed on the floor in a hoodie and sweatpants. I nod, "Yes, all this stuff is from so long ago. You can look at or keep whatever you want." He looks over at me as I take the posters off my wall. "That's why I was asking, it seems personal." I walk over to him and cup his face in my hands. "That's why I want you to go through it, because it's personal." I kiss him on the lips. I feel him smile. That's one of my favorite things, when he smiles.

I go back to taking my posters down and gently placing them on my bed. He opens my dresser and starts going through it. "I think you should keep those, they're cool." I look over at him again, he's concentrating on reading something that I must've scribbled down on some piece of paper. "Oh yeah? Where would I put them?" He looks up at me. "In your art studio, duh." I smile, shaking my head. "There is no room on the walls in there and we would have to drive all the way to New York." He smirks at me. "Why not put them in your art studio in London?" I furrow my eyebrows. "In London? I don't have one in Lond-. Harry? Did you-" He laughs and nods. "Yes, I've been sneaking people and stuff in the house all week. I changed one of the guest bedrooms into a studio. The one with the big windows that overlooks the trees in the backyard because I figured you would like that and it's also the biggest one so you'll have space."

I feel my eyes start to water but I pull the tears back because I'm not trying to cry right now. "You- you didn't have to do this." I say and he shakes his head. "I did it because I wanted to, because you're my favorite person." Harry and I haven't used the words I love you yet this time around, I think both of us may be scared to say it, but I know he does, he basically just told me that by doing this for me. "You are crazy." I say and he laughs. "I can get crazier, you want to move in with me. Like permanently. You don't have to say yes or answer right-" I practically tackle him. He hits the floor laughing and I kiss him, passionately. He grabs my face as I lean over him to deepen the kiss. He flips us over so he's on top of me. He begins to kiss my neck, leaving marks. "Harry, we have things we need to get done today." I laugh. "What? We don't have time to have sex on this carpet that hasn't been vacuumed in years?" We both laugh. "No, not if I'm gonna throw my dad's ashes in the harbour before it gets dark." He gives me a funny look and I begin to laugh, he joins. He gets up and then helps me up. "I'm gonna take that as a yes though, that you want to move in with me?" I nod with a big smile on my face. I just wonder how all my stuff is gonna get to London.

We go back to digging through my stuff. I put one of my Beatles records on so we aren't sitting there in silence. I hate silence sometimes. I found my old diaries in my closet, I can't imagine what's in here. I put them in the box that I'm bringing with me, I'm gonna read these at some point. "Oh my God! Analeah Davis!" Harry gasps then I look over at him. He's holding a necklace Kenna gave me, a One Direction necklace. "Oh no, Kenna gave me that as some sort of best friends necklace. I never wore it." I say and he sits there, shocked. "The sad part is it isn't even me, it's Niall." he says and I laugh at him pouting over it. "Do you really think she would let me have the one with your face on it? Please, she wore it every day." He sits there shaking his head. "You just should've known we were soulmates, Leah. Who was your favorite member? Tell me, I need to know." 

I look back into my closet and pretend to be busy. "Leah? Tell me!" He whines. "I didn't have one." I lie. I obviously had one, I might've not been a fan, but you can always have a favorite. I practically knew everything about them anyway, Kenna would never shut up. My favorite was always Harry. I never fangirled like some people did, I just liked him because he seemed kind.  "Oh please, you liar. I'll get it out of you eventually. We have forever for me to figure it out." I smile at him saying forever. That word can either be amazing or scary, but for me it's amazing.