A Lost & Stubborn Middle (HS) [BOOK II]

12. What Are You Worrying About?

Chapter Twelve.

Anastasia's Point of View:

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My eyes flutter open, immediately closing back when the luminous sunlight peaks through the curtains and shines on my eyes. I shift in my bed, stretching my exhausted limbs before attempting to sit up only to be weigh down by Harry's head on my chest and his arm around me lazily. For the first time in my life, the first thing I did this morning was smile and felt the buzzing sensation of pure exhilaration.

The memories of last night flood into my mind. Everything happened so vastly and intensely that I never had one moment to truly sit and think about everything that has been said and done. I agreed to moving in with Harry after not seeing him for three years and us barely starting this relationship where I have only just ended things with Zayn. Well I haven't even truly ended thing with him, he's just waiting for me.

I feel my guilt start to creep in.

What's he's going to think when I go to Jakrivers to pack my things and tell him I'm moving in with Harry? I know he told me I had the choice to choose and we weren't meant to be together. Zayn is such a independent person, engulfed in his job, and he should be focused on that. He shouldn't have to worry about me. Zayn had so much life in him and ambitions that I knew I was going to be the one to break it for him. He was driven and assured within himself and his life.

He deserves better than me.

The thoughts of moving in with Harry now take over and fear replaces the guilt.

I am going to be living with him. I will be seeing him everyday. We will be in the same bed together. The days where I longed to never separate from him are coming. As much as I was excited last night, and even still excited, how was I sure this was the right decision? What if me and him clash and burn because we rushed too fast? What if he realizes that this wasn't what he wanted? What if I hate the new town? What if I don't find a good job? How will I talk to Louis? What if my father finds me? Finds him? And wants to finish what he started?

There was so much things that could go wrong and only a very few hopeful things that could go right.

"Hey." Harry's groggily morning voice vanishes my thoughts.

I turn my head to look at him. "Hey,"

His eyes scan my face. "What are you worrying about?"

"Me and you moving in together." I admit.

"I know, it's scary." He agrees, kissing my cheek.

My eyebrows furrow. "You're scared too?"

"Of course baby," He rests his head in his right hand as he props up his elbow to hold him. "Me and you are about to take a chance on something that could go south and terribly. There are so many things that should hold us back, but what I have learned about making decisions is to embrace them like experiments. We're never going to know which choices to make without doubt, so make one that feels best and if it screws up then there's going to be alternate and we will just go that way instead. We're going to make mistakes Anastasia, that's inevitable, but we can still enjoy choices."

"Everyone is going to judge us," I bite my lip.

"Well, fortunately for the both us, I don't care about what people think about me. I love you. You love me. We are making decisions based off that love. Not what everyone thinks." He responses.