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Chapter 80
Amy's POV
"Harry please can you grab my keys!" I call up to him from the bottom of the stairs as we both get ready to leave for class this morning.
"Got em!" He calls down to me before I see him appear at the top of the stairs. Harry and I had gotten barely any sleep last night seen as he wouldn't shut up for about 4 hours. Asking stupid questions like:
What would you do if you met Luke Skywalker?
I couldn't help but think he was just a cute drunk the whole time though. That was until he had my pinned to the thrusting into me like we hadn't seen each other in weeks. Twice may I add. It was good though. So fucking good.
"Feeling Okay?" I ask him as he gets to the bottom step before he steps in front of me.
"Swell" he rolls his eyes clearly riding out his hangover like a light weight. He passes me my keys and I smile up at him sympathetically.
"I'm sure" I laugh lightly as he wraps his arms around me nuzzling his head into my neck as he groans. He was feeling very sorry for himself this morning. This is what you get when you go a little over board.
"Please can we just stay here?" He mumbles into my neck making me laugh lightly.
"No-"
"Oh morning guys" Eva walks through the kitchen door in her sweats with a bowl of cereal making me turn my head in her direction as Harry clings to me.
"Harry what are you doing?" Eva frowns and Harry just groans in response holding me tighter.
"He's feeling fragile today" I answer for him.
"Awh baby..." she says sarcastically.
"Hey Harry-" he looks up at her for a second and she flips him off jokingly before sitting on the sofa.
"Funny" he groans before pulling away from me slightly.
"Can we get McDonald's breakfast on the way?" He asks after we leave the house saying bye to Eva.
"You hate McDonald's breakfast" I say as he closes the door behind us.
"Yeah but I really want it" He whines like a child and I roll my eyes.
"I just want pancakes and hash browns and oh-" he smiles.
"I want a bacon and egg muffin!" He says excitedly and I laugh lightly.
"Are you sure your not pregnant?" I tease and he hits me in the arm playfully.
"Fuck off"
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7 hours later
"Hello?" Harry picks up the phone the second time I ring him as I park my car in front of my house. Today had been a long day but I was looking forward to spending my night with Harry. We had been inseparable all day due to Harry feeling sorry for himself but I couldn't help but take advantage of his cuddly child like behaviour today as I couldn't get enough of him.
"Where are you?" I ask him as I notice his car not in the drive of the frat house.
"Shit baby I'm so sorry, something came up with Niall and Louis there car broke down some I'm just picking them up" he says and I feel myself become a little annoyed at him. Was he serious? Why didn't they just call a recovery truck? Why did Harry have to go get them?
"How long will you be?" I sigh trying not to show my annoyance with the situation.
"Twenty minutes tops" he says a little too quickly making me think he will probably be a bit longer.
"Just go to mine and wait there, I swear I won't be long" he adds and I roll my eyes.
"You promised we would have a movie night tonight Harry-"
"I know baby.." he sighs cutting me off.
"I just- they need me" He says and I pause. He was only trying to help. I knew that. He was being a good friend. I shouldn't judge. If anything I wish I was more like him.
"I know, I'm sorry- it's fine I'll just raid your food draw in the mean time" I say as I try to lighten the mood as I get out of the car. I lock the door behind me before I walk across the road heading to Harry's as I shove my keys in my bag.
"You touch my Twirls and I'll be angry" he warns and I roll my eyes. He was so protective of his twirls it was unreal.
"I won't..." I lie knowing full well I would be eating at least 3 of his twirls whilst I wait for him. I open the door to the frat house and am greeted with no one. Just silence. Guess I had the house to myself.
"Keep yourself entertained with your vibrator baby- send pics" he teases and I can almost hear the smirk in his voice. He wouldn't give that up.
"Your disgusting" I roll my eyes as I close the door behind me.
"Whatever keeps your hands off my twirls baby" he warns jokingly as I hear him laugh lightly making me smile. I head up the stairs still finding no one.
"Your so funny" I say sarcastically.
"I know" he hums proudly just as I open his bedroom door.
"Okay I got to go, I love you bye" I say as I close the door behind me.
"Don't touch my twirls!" I hear him shout before I end he call laughing to myself. His room was incredibly clean probably because he hadn't slept in his bed last night or even been in his room for about 2 days. I place my bag on the side next to his bed just as I open his bottom draw on his bed side table. I grab one of his twirls before kicking the draw shut before I turn the tv on jumping back onto his bed.
I hoped he wouldn't be long.
I sit and watch one episode of friends and notice that Harry was now late. I was bored to say the least so I decided I would take a shower. I sit up from the bed heading over to the bathroom but not before his messy desk catches my attention. Why would his whole room be clean but his desk be so messy? I can't help but walk round the other side taking a seat in his chair as my finger runs over the papers. He had so many papers on his desk, I didn't want to read them but they were right there. Along with two text books, a journal looking book, his computer was on and also a brown envelope addressed from England.
I frown running my fingers over the brown envelope trying to think of reasons why I shouldn't snoop. My inner demons get the best of me and I can't help but grab the envelope. It was already open.
He had clearly read this.
Before I could stop myself I've already pulled out a document of letters and papers that were inside the envelope. I sigh feeling a little bad but I guess I already done the damage now, I might as well read it. I turn the papers over as my eyes scan over the lettering picking out words that make my heart sink.
Offer made on the 20th of August to Mr Harry Edward Styles- in need of confirmation ASAP.
Apartment 190 Wallstreet Bridge Cheshire England
Lease contract to be signed by Mr Harry Edward Styles
What the hell was this? This whole document was full of pictures of an apartment and contracts to be signed and dated which hadn't been done yet. There were sticky notes in Harry's writing on some of the papers some with a sum of money written on them and some with dates on them that looked like deadlines.
He was moving to England?