More Than You Know (h.s)

Chapter Thirty One.

ROSALIE'S POV ❁

"What are you doing?" I ask Harry in confusion as the doors of the elevator slide shut and he presses the button for his floor, but not mine.

"You've got to come see the place at least. I haven't made much progress, but I think you'll be impressed." He places his hand on my lower back as the elevator ascends upwards. I lean into his side and chew my lip while considering my options. If I go to his place, I'm not going to want to leave. I can't deny him, though.

"Did you actually get anything unpacked?" I ask back. We've managed to ignore our terrible day for the last ten minutes and somewhat get along. Me potentially getting hit by a bike must have been the cure we needed for the day to be somewhat enjoyable for the last few hours.

"Yeah, actually quite a bit of stuff. I think mostly because I didn't have a lot of stuff, but I'm still impressed." He rubs my hip with his hand as we ride in silence for another few seconds, then the doors of the elevator open again. We both step out together and I try not to think about how this will all be a normal thing for us soon. One day I'll have to come to terms with the fact that when I just need a simple hug from my husband after a long day, he won't just be within arms reach.

After reaching his apartment, Harry unlocks the door and allows me to step inside first. A lamp is on in the living room which puts of a relaxing dim lighting through the apartment. The place that was available was a simple studio apartment, but it's perfect for Harry. He was ecstatic when I showed him the listing and we only looked at the place once before he sent in his rental application.

"Do you want something to drink? I don't actually have anything besides some tap water, but I feel like I need to offer." Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen. He drops his keys onto the counter, then looks back over at me with a sweet smile. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I figured walking into his apartment and seeing all of his things that should be in our house around his own place instead, it would cause some heart ache.

"I'm fine." I hold up my coffee in my hand and he nods, still smiling.

"Well, go ahead and make yourself at home. This will kind of be your place now too." He sits down on one of the stools by the counter while I set my bag down, then look around. He has a few random things placed in piles and around the floor and furniture, but overall, the apartment is surprisingly clean.

"It looks good, I'm proud of you." I call out to him as I continue looking around. His bed is made and a tall armoire sits across the room with the doors open, displaying his clothes hanging neatly together.

"I'm proud, too. I didn't even have you here bossing me around to get stuff done. Who would have thought I work better without your reinforcement?" He moves from the kitchen and over to the bedroom part of the space where I am.

As he takes a seat on the end of the bed, I find myself in front of his wardrobe, running my fingers over the soft fabrics of his work shirts. Each one is a different pattern and a different color, but they all feel familiar. They feel like Harry.

"Come over here." He says softly. I step away from the wardrobe and sigh lowly while walking over to the bed.

"The bed's pretty comfy. I don't think I'll ever be able to get up in the mornings." He lays back against the mattress as I sit down beside him. The mattress sinks down under me and it takes all of my strength not to snuggle into his side and forget about everything that's happened during the day.

"You won't even be here to wake me up when I oversleep. You're like the mother I always wanted but never had." His hand lands on my thigh and I purse my lips while looking down at his large palm.