STRIP

11.

Clementine Adams

"Okay, lovie, this is the third time I've moved this dresser, does it look okay on this wall?" Harry turns to me. 

I've been sat on the bed, where he placed me, telling me to point where I want things so he can move them around. However, I haven't liked the location of the dresser and it's the first thing he's moved into the room. 

"Hm, I think it needs to be more in the corner, and she can put her tv on it," I suggest, pointing to the corner I want it moved to. 

He nods, grabbing the side of the dresser and pulling it towards the corner. Jesus, he's so fit. The dresser has to be a hundred and fifty pounds at least, it's massive. He just pulls it, lifting one side completely off the ground and dragging it like it weighs nothing. 

"Are you staring at my arms?" He chuckles causing me to look up and meet his eyes. 

"Maybe, anyways, yes, it looks good there," I smile. 

"Fuck yeah, one down, a lot more to go," he cheers, walking over and giving me a high five before walking out of the room to grab another piece of furniture from the hallway. 

"You know I can help carry things in, I feel useless sitting here while you do the heavy lifting," I call to him. 

"You're far from useless, baby, but sure, uh, you can grab the tv and set it on the dresser, don't grab the desk, I'll get that," he says walking in with the nightstand in his arms. "Which side do you want this?" 

"Obviously the right side of the bed, the left side has the closet so it needs more space," I giggle, getting off the bed to grab the tv from the hallway. 

"Oh, yeah, duh, the fucking closet, wouldn't make sense to put the fucking nightstand over here, silly me," he mocks, laughing to himself. 

Once we finish adding everything to her room, we hang a few pictures on her wall and make her bed. Harry went to grab his phone and call Niall to tell him we can pick up Iris now that we've finished early enough to have time. I'm stood in her doorframe, looking at her bedroom. I'm extremely satisfied with how it turned out, and I think she's going to like it as well. I notice a picture on her nightstand that I didn't put up. Curiously, I walk over to it and see it's a picture of her and Harry. They are sat at a picnic bench looking at each other and laughing. 

"Day before my parents passed away," Harry speaks, I turn around and see him leaning against the doorframe, looking into the room. "It was a celebration for Iris, I told you she had stayed the night away from home that night, so we were having a picnic together as a family before dropping her off at her friends." 

"You look at her with so much love in your eyes," I smile, turning back to the picture, "you are her safe place, Harry." 

"She deserves the world, I need to make sure she gets that," he says, walking towards me and wrapping his arms around my stomach standing behind me, "I think this room is a good start, she's going to love it, she has no idea we set it up already." 

"If she doesn't love it, I know you will change it a hundred more times until she does," I laugh, untangling his arms from me to look at all the pictures on the wall. Absolutely no pictures with any friends, the only pictures she has with her in it are with her parents or Harry. 

"We have to go get Iris, are you ready?" Harry asks, walking out of the room. 

I follow him through the apartment and out the door, he isn't saying anything else, and his mood seemed to shift quickly. 

"Are you alright?" I ask when we get into the car, buckling my seatbelt before resting my hand on his leg. 

"Yeah, uh, I don't know, I'm fine," he mumbles, his face holding a neutral expression.