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Baby Girl...

**Mature**

This is dedicated to withlove_lauren . Sorry I couldn't finish it before you fell asleep!!! Hope you enjoy when you wake up though! Ha! 😘

I struggled to keep the pasta from boiling over as I prepared the garlic bread for the oven. The new stove was just as frustrating as the new neighborhood and the new city.

We had only been living in Nashville for just under a month. Harry's job relocated us here and I was still trying to determine if it was a smart move or not. He hadn't been home much due to his crazy work schedule and I found myself trying to learn how to survive in a new place nearly by myself.

His job kept him late most nights and when he did come home he was so exhausted I usually had to bribe him to even shower before he went to bed. If I didn't keep a close eye he would nod off while washing his hair.

No matter what I always tried to remind myself that I moved here because we were in love. I had never lived with a boyfriend or even been this serious with a guy until Harry. He was different from the men in my past. He was sweet and caring. He made me feel like he was lucky to have me rather than the other way around. No matter how true it was.

It didn't take much time for me to realize how special he was. His simple gestures and child like humor was sexy and contagious. He was everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend. So when he said he was being relocated and asked me to come with him, I agreed with minimal convincing. A month later we were all packed up and I said good bye to the only home I had ever known in LA.

My family was supportive of our move and relationship and Harry was understanding to my random mood swings from being homesick. He always let me vent about missing my friends but encouraged me to make new ones at the same time. He had been through this himself when he moved to LA a year before I met him. His entire family was back in England. Anytime he pointed that out I felt like a brat for complaining.

I slid the sheet of garlic bread into the over before grabbing the boiling noodles from the stove to dump out the water. This whole domestic thing was a challenge. Before Harry I had been a wild child to say the least. I partied more nights that not each week. Bouncing from venue to venue for concerts. That's how we met. He was a concert promoter at almost every show we went too. He eventually started to recognize my friends and I and was cool enough to get us free stuff.

The quickest way to a girls heart was free concert tickets and backstage passes. Am I right?

That's actually not the reason I fell in love with him though. He took me on the most romantic dates I had ever been on. Not once treating me like a groupie or concert whore. He was respectful and a gentlemen at all times. He had his moments of cockiness that were actually just as much of a turn on as his sweet side. No matter what though he was still my Harry.

He called me earlier in the day and said he had some amazing news. He was going to be home early for once so I decided to make him one of the two home cooked meals I was decent at, spaghetti. I glanced at the clock and knew I had maybe 15 minutes tops before he came through the front door.

Scrambling around the kitchen I cleaned up as I went to avoid a giant mess later. The table was set and the bread would be beeping any minute. After pouring it into a glass bowl, I set the steaming pasta on the table. The sauce was covered and placed next to it before I stepped back to make sure I had set up everything I needed. I scanned the table for only a moment before realizing I hadn't set out wine glasses or the wine. I quickly grabbed them, placing them in front of each plate and then attempting to pop the cork on the wine. It was giving me more trouble than it should of been with my partying past and when It finally shot out some of the wine bubbled over with it. Instead of letting it land on the table the bottle over flowed on to my shirt and jeans. I screeched as the cold liquid soaked through my clothes.