'I got someone to put our bags in the boot while we walked through the airport..' Harry really thought of everything, but it hits me that this means more people know now. I'm not bothered by it, and the fact that Harry went to all this trouble and was willing to tell people from his team makes me love him even more.
'..and there's a grocery store on the way we can get food from. I thought we could cook dinner tonight..if you want? Just because you said you missed being able to cook.' He still sounds so unsure of if he's saying the right thing.
'That's perfect Harry. I really can't believe you went to all this effort.' I want to say more, but words won't even come out. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me, and the fact he listened to all my little comments and cared enough makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
'It's nothing, I only had to wake up at 5 this morning for you.' He smirks, eyes never leaving the road. I can't get over how much I love him. Just before I open my mouth to respond, my phone vibrates in my hand. It's Charlotte.
Where are you?? Come to my room..we could watch a movie and order take out? X
I forgot that there's only a few people that know where I am right now. I quickly type back a response to Charlotte, not wanting to lose any time with Harry.
I'd love to, but I'm not in the hotel. H booked a house for him and I to stay in while we're here!! Invite Mitch over and watch a rom com with him. Share some noodles ;)
Wow aren't you a lucky girl!! Maybe I'll invite him over BUT if it goes badly I'm blaming your suggestion. HAVE FUN! xx
'Who's that?' Harry asks.
'Just Charlotte, she wanted to watch a movie.' I respond.
'Oh well..do you..do you want to watch a movie with her?' He sounds so nervous, as though I'd actually rather be watching a movie. It's hard for me to process the fact that Harry had to push away feelings too, and maybe he's worried that I don't feel as strong as he does. He's so wrong, and I can't make sense of the fact that he could be unsure of how much I love him. It seems so strange that Harry could feel for me, his assistant, the way I feel for him. I feel like I don't deserve him, and maybe that's why I treasure every moment because it feels like I could lose him. Everything he's done thus far would indicate otherwise, but after loving him for so long and hiding it, this doesn't feel real. While I was lost in my thoughts, Harry parked the car out the front of a grocery store, and is waiting expectantly for an answer.
'No Harry, not at all. There is nowhere else in the world I'd rather be right now.' I hold his face in my hands to make sure he hears every word. He smiles his beautiful smile, and kisses me.
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'What do you want to cook?' Harry changed into a hoodie before we walked inside the store, and he's got his hood up and sunglasses on to avoid being noticed. Harry loves his fans more than anything, but sometimes having to pose for photos and have conversations everywhere you go is exhausting. I, on the other hand, did not realise I was going to end up here wanting comfortable attire when I got dressed, so I'm currently wearing a fitted pantsuit and heels. Not the most appropriate outfit for the current setting. Harry always tells me to lighten up with my outfits for flights, and I'm thinking maybe I should listen to him.
'I'm not sure. We could do a stir fry? Like a meat free interpretation?' I joke.
'Yeah let's do that. I can grab the ingredients for that if you want?' He asks. Even though I'm wearing heels, Harry is still so much taller than me and he's nearly looking down to talk to me.
'I'll buy some other general stuff then?' I ask. I don't even know what to get now that I've offered. Harry always eats bananas on stage and loves fruit, and we need some regular stuff like bread, cheese and cereal, so I'll get all that. I take note to get some sort of artisan bread since Harry is a bit of a bread connoisseur considering his bakery past. We'll probably need snacks too, and some basic vegetables.
'Yeah that sounds good. I can meet you at the checkout?' Harry snaps me out of my thoughts, and leans down to kiss me on the cheek. This little gesture warms my heart, and I watch him walk away while biting down on my lip to hide my smile.
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When Harry pulls up to the driveway of the house, I'm mesmerised. The sun is setting from behind us, and it's creating an orange glow over the wooden exterior. The house is only half an hour away from the city, but I feel like we're in our own little world. Brisbane is fairly tropical, and it looks like the house is surrounded by a rainforest. It almost feels as though we're on a mountain. I was so lost in my world of Harry that I didn't even watch the scenery change as we made our way to this house.
I step out of the car, and I think I nearly start crying at just the sight of the house. Harry finds the key under the mat, unlocks the door and steps inside. I'm so mesmerised that I temporarily stand in the doorway in awe of the house, until Harry grabs my hand and leads me inside.
'Do you like it?' He asks, wrapping his arms around me and placing his head on top of mine. I can tell how much he wants me to like this house, and I love it.
'It's beautiful. You picked the perfect place.' I stop to take in the room in front of me. The whole kitchen and living room are totally open plan and the walls are all white, with massive black edged windows to display the vegetation on every side. The floor is a dark varnished wood that complements perfectly with the green surroundings, and the kitchen is placed in the middle of the room with a massive island counter. There are bar stools that sit against the counter, and the whole house is just perfect. There's even a small terrace, with a hot tub and a table and chair set. It's clear the house is made for two, and it feels like we're totally enclosed by rainforest on every side.
The house is getting darker and darker by the minute, and lamps have been turned on that create this warm ambience throughout the whole room.
I spot a small hallway beside the kitchen, and lead Harry's hand through to the bedroom. In the hallway there's a bathroom and a laundry, and at the very end is the bedroom.
The bedroom is fairly small and plain, but it feels so serene. The walls and floors are the same as in the living room and kitchen, but the bed is a black metal, four poster with white sheets. There's a window on the far side that displays only a wall of rainforest, and beside that are sliding doors for a closet. Between the door and the bathroom is a mirror leaning against the wall, and then bathroom with grey stone walls. I peer in and there's both a massive shower and bath.
I couldn't have picked a more beautiful house than this. It feels like Harry and I are in a world of our own here, and I couldn't love him more.
Harry walks back into the living room area to look at the view, and I walk into his open arms, pressing my head against his warm chest. I am at a loss for words and I can feel tears welling in my eyes. It seems as though I cry at least twice a day now, but I can't seem to stop.
'I love you' I say, muffled into his chest. I'm not sure if he even hears me, but we stand together in silence. His grey hoodie smells like him, and I feel so at home. I've been on two tours all over the world with Harry and never once have I missed home, and I think it's because Harry has always been my home. In this moment, I know that I'll never love anyone more than him. Harry is the first to break the silence.
'Not to ruin the moment, but there's a lot of food in the car that needs to go in the fridge.' He laughs.
'I know' I respond, and look up to meet his eyes.
'Are you crying?' He asks, panic crossing his face. He wipes his thumbs across my cheeks. This crying thing is really getting out of hand.
'No..well, yes..but it's just because I really love you. Not just for this, but for everything.'
AUTHORS NOTE
I just wanted to say thank you for all the support on this story so far. I started writing for fun and only posted this as a joke, so I've been amazed at all the love that Sophie and Harry have received.
AND! if you're looking for something else to read, my friend (we write together!) has a Harry story too. Give it a read if you've got the time :)
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