-Ava's POV-
"Finn, I have another box ready!" I call out at the top of my lungs as I sit on my bedroom floor, surrounded by clothes.
Finn appears in the doorway to my bedroom, an exhausted look on his face, "Please tell me why someone with as much money as you refuses to hire a moving company? I'm completely knackered!"
"You've carried two boxes downstairs." I chuckle as he pouts. "And I don't need a moving company, I'm not taking any of this furniture, just clothes and stuff like that."
"Just clothes?" He walks over to my closet, which is now a mess, half of its contents spread out across the floor. "Have you seen how many clothes you have?"
"A girl has needs." I shrug as I fold sweaters and stick them into a box.
"Does Harry realize he's going to have to designate one whole room of his flat for your shoes alone?"
"Very funny!"
"Am not joking." Finn drops himself down on my bed, falling on top of various dresses covering it's surface. "The lad doesn't know what he's in for."
"He's seen my closet and his is huge and barely has anything in it. The man wears the same pair of jeans every day and has a handful of shirts and jackets."
"Yes, but how much room do his bandana's take up?" Finn chuckles, tossing a shirt at my face.
"Says the man who own's like over a hundred skinny ties."
"Touche." He laughs. "So why are you moving in with him and him not moving here? You guys do realize this place is about five times bigger than his right?"
"Exactly."
"Thanks for the detailed explanation." He shakes his head at me with a smile, "On a more serious note, I'll miss living with you."
"I know. Me too." I give my surrogate little brother a smile, "You really should stay here."
"We've been over this Ava, I'm not gonna keep squatting here."
"You're not a squatter!" I argue.
"I live here for free, so yes, squatter is the correct term. Not so horrible with you here, but not happening with you living somewhere else. At least before I felt like I was helping keep you alive."
I raise an eyebrow at him, "Keep me alive?"
"We both know you'd of died from eating fast food and ding dongs had I not been making you eat proper meals."
"True.." I admit with a chuckle, "But still, you really should stay. Someone needs to take advantage of this big house."
"And you will, when you and Harry have a bunch of wee ones running around in nappies." He jokes, making my heart sting a little.
Adoption Ava, I remind myself. We will have kids, just not like most people.
"Besides.." Finn goes on, "I've already signed the lease on my new flat."
I nod, resorting to stuffing shirts down in a box. I really could use Harry's annoying perfect packing skills right now, "How soon do you move?"
"Little over a month."
"Okay, just let me know and I'll have someone come in and cover all the furniture."
"That was literally the most uppity thing I've ever heard you say!" Finn laughs. "But, I've already gotten it taken care of. Least I could do. I've called the servants in to close your mansion up for the winter."
"Haha." I stick my tongue out at him, "Thank you. Now get your ass off my clothes and help me."
Finn huffs before standing up and grabbing a box, heading out of the room with it. I shake my head at him as I grab another empty box and a stack of clothes. My phone beeps from somewhere under the pile of clothes on the floor, and I search for it until it's finally found under a crop top. I can't not smile as I see the screen.
1 New Text Message
Harry <3
~Just saw a picture of you on Twitter. Out shopping this a.m. I see. Buy me anything? -H
To Harry: Are you creeping on me Styles?
~How could I not :) Gotta keep tabs on you. No body gonna steal my girl. -H
I laugh, shaking my head as I type away.
To Harry: You did not just use one of your song titles as a joke.
~Did. Worked well I think. -H
To Harry: You would. And no, didn't buy you anything. Sorry. :(
~You'll gonna feel wretched then when I show up with a present for you. -H
To Harry: Is this a real present or a hotel pen?
~Gave you a pen ONE time. Never going to live that down am I? -H
To Harry: Never ;) Now tell me about this present.
~Nah, you'll just have to wait. You need to keep packing. -H
I pout, laughing at myself as I realize he can't see me, and it won't work on him as usual. I smile as an idea hits me and I snap a quick pic of myself, sending it to him.
~Now that's just plain mean. You look beautiful by the way. -H
To Harry: Don't get off topic. Present?
~That picture will come in quite handy tonight when I'm alone in my room. -H
To Harry: You're a perv
I wait a few seconds for a response, shaking my head at myself. I've never been so excited about a text message conversation in my life. The things this man does to me...
A picture comes through and my pulse immediately quickens. All it is is a selfie Harry took of himself, an open mouthed smile on his face as he gives a thumbs up, yet he still manages to look amazing. And hot. And sexy. And gorgeous.... Ugh, I love him.
To Harry: I miss you :(
~And here I was expecting some smart reply and you go all romantic on a fella. I miss you too, terribly actually. Gettin yelled at for being on my phone when we're supposed to be rehersing. Totally worth it. -H
To Harry: Go sing, I need to get to packing anyway. Call me before you go to bed?
~Been looking forward to it all day. Talk to you soon Av. Love you. -H xoxoxooooo
To Harry: Love you. xOxOOOO
I drop my phone onto the floor as Finn steps back into the room, his eyebrows raising as he takes in the goofy smile on his face.
"You lot are mad. You look like you just won the bloody lottery."
"Kinda did." I send him a wink as he makes a fake gagging noise. "Oh stop!"
"You stop and get this all sorted out! I'm starving and we need one last proper meal as flat mates."
I nod, mindlessly tossing clothes into open boxes. I know I'm going to get a thorough scolding from Harry the second he sees them, but I don't mind. He looks awfully cute with his eyebrows all furrowed in frustration.
I haven't seen him for two days, and I already can't stand it. What am I going to do when he goes back on tour?
"Go with him." Finn's voice snaps me out of my thoughts
My eyes shoot over to Finn, realizing I had said all that out loud.
He chuckles at the exasperated look on my face, "Jenna can handle most everything now that you've trained her. You could do the rest from the road. And then you could write again. It's really what you should be doing."
I give him a half smile, knowing he's right. I really need to start writing again. I miss it. But I'm really not sure if I can go on the road for months, no matter how much Jenna can take care of without me.
"It's okay to do something for yourself Ava."
"This was for myself."
"No, this was for your grandmother. Writing is doing something for yourself, being with Harry who makes you happy is doing something for yourself."
"I guess..."
"Well I know." Finn smirks at me, "You can write from anywhere. And if what you love to do works with what he loves to do, then why the hell not? You're lucky in that sense, your jobs don't have to keep you apart."
"I can't just invite myself on tour."
"Like he isn't going to ask you." Finn laughs at my foolishness. "The lad is mad about you. I say you ask before he does. Make him the happiest bloke on the planet, guarantee it."
I nod, going over Finn's words as he leaves the room with another poorly packed box. Maybe it is time to really do something for myself.
Maybe it's time to let myself be truly happy.
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