Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 42

Harry left and Ed and I got to work on our song, even managed to record the demo at the studio. We would have to come back tomorrow and that would give Ed some time to prep... and me.

Didn't get a text from Harry yet, and it was going on 2 by now. It was driving me nuts. 

I ended up going to the dance studio and talking to Phillip about us deciding to move. We ended up just sitting in the middle of the wood flooring talking. Phillip is just the friend I need. Non celebrity, I can actually go out in public with and not be bombed by cameras.... sort of. 

He's kind and helpful, though extremely quiet when I first met him, he's actually very intelligent and calm. Not full of drama and obnoxious. And not a Trevor. 

I got the text at 5 and went home, excited but nervous sort of. I don't know what it is, we've had several dates like this, but you never know what to expect from Harry. I dug through my clothes, finding the lacy material in the bottom of my bag, from some of the new stuff I bought with my check. 

I changed in the bathroom and just put jeans on with a black shirt with a little bit of eyeliner on. When I walked out of the bathroom and set my other clothes in the bag, something crunched and I jumped when I saw Ed in the door way, leaning on the doorframe with an apple in his hand. He looked very amused and I gave him a dirty look after recovering from my heart attack. "Ed, don't do that. You scared the shit out of me." I say and he laughs. "So what, you expect me to dog sit 4 dogs while your fucking at a hotel all night?" he asks with an eyebrow raised. I gasped at his choice and words and he laughed again. 

"That's not what we're doing..." I lie and he rolls his eyes. "And we will be back in the morning." I say to him, not sure how to respond. I forgot about the dogs. "And how exactly did I manage to adopt Harry into this?" he chuckles and I half grin. "I would be gone by now if it weren't for you." I remind him and he shrugs. I walk past him and give him a quick side hug. "Thanks Ed." I say and walk down the stairs. 

It had started raining on the way there. The taxi driver knew the hotel and took me there. I knocked on the door and he opened it for me. He smiled and I forced a frown as I crossed my arms. I really just wanted to smile and push him through the door but he stood in my way still. "What took you so long?" I ask and he laughs, reaching an arm out around my waist and giving me a short tug to him, I squeaked and giggled as he smirked down at me. "I knew you weren't mad." he says and I smile, standing up on my tip toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

"Thought so." he mumbles with a grin and steps back to let me through the door and close it. I took note of what he was wearing and swallow. He's worn that button down black shirt many of times but he fills it a little more now. It strained at the arms. The sleeves rolled up near his elbow, letting the tattoos stick out. He seemed to be looking at me the same way and I didn't care. We both knew why we're here. He cleared his throat and picked up a glass of wine, handing it to me and I didn't hesitate to drink it. I walked over to the rose sitting in front of the mirror and giggle, before setting my glass down. 

"Um..." Harry mumbles, stepping behind me with his arms coming around me. "I talked to the realtor of that house." he mumbles into my neck kissing it repetitively, each one making the temperature rise in the room as I stared at him in the mirror. I barely heard what he said. I just tilted my head back onto his shoulder and lean back into him. He pulls one arm away from me and I grew a little upset and opened my eyes to see him reaching in his back pocket. I heard the jingle of keys as he held them in front of me. I gasped. "You got it that fast?" I ask and he sets them down on the table in front of us. "Actually I had it started a few weeks ago before you left, I just didn't get anything finalized yet." he says and I lose my smile as I grew immediately pissed. I pulled out of his arms and turned around with my arms crossed to look at him.