"But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."
Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
P.O.V Harry Eduard Styles
"Harry, I can't accept this. This is too much," Elizabeth told me as she looked around the room I gave her, "Why are you giving me this? I already had a studio where I could train and everything, you didn't have to give me one. I bet this cost you a fortune," she touched the mirrors that covered two big walls, "I don't want you to think that I'm not thankful, because I-I am, how could I not be? Every ballerina would want her own dance studio. But... actually having one is like unreal or something. You didn't have to do this."
"Of course not, Liz. But I wanted to. I've been planning this for a couple of weeks and finally, four days ago, they sent some people to build all of this."
She turned to look at me with a confused face, "Why are you being so nice?"
"I am nice, you know?" she laughed in my face, but I was already expecting that. I would laugh too, considering I'm anything but nice, "No, really. I just thought it's fucking ridiculous the fact that you are always leaving at terrible hours to dance when you can just do it in your own house," I explained.
I was being honest because it makes me really angry to see her arriving home really late and leaving sometimes without having dinner. I know it's hard to live with me after what she found out, but I want her to spend more time with me. I probably sound like a spoiled child, but it's true. I'm possessive and when it comes to Elizabeth I couldn't be more territorial.
If giving her a fucking ballet room is what it takes for her to stay with me, then that's what I had to do.
"Harry this is really nice," she said looking around the room. For me it was pretty simple, it was only a room with a few bars and mirrors. But it seemed to be a lot to her, which made me happy. I want her to see me again like she used to, "I hope this is you apologizing for your attitude the other night when you didn't let me leave your office."
"Not only that, I'm sorry about everything. I never wanted you to know, you don't deserve to live with a criminal like me," I sat on the floor as she kept walking around the room, with her black heels clicking on the floor and making noise.
She didn't even look at me, letting me know she was still mad at me, "You have other ways of showing how sorry you are. You could shower me with gifts but the best thing you could do is simply a good action."
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