Labyrinth [Harry Styles] (Completed)

Chapter Twenty one

And for both, everything felt into place.

"Sure." I simply reply.

"Why anchor? I've been wanting to ask you since I first saw it." he asks.

"Because of my mom. She was everything to me, she was my anchor and when I lost her I knew I have to do something to remember her forever. And she loved the sea. It was her absolutely favorite thing." I smiled, looking in the distance.

"Why did you get an anchor?" I return a question.

He leans his head on my shoulder.

"My grandpa. He was a sailor, you know grandpa Joe, back in England. We were really close even though we lived on different continents. He passed a little before your mom. I just thought that getting a tattoo would be something that would always remind me of him." he breaths in my ear.

I smile at the thought that both of our tattoos have similar meaning. It's nice to share little things like this with him.

"So today you went to get that quote, right?"

"Yes, to Gwen. And then I had a meeting with management. About yesterday. They heard what happened and they called me immediately. They were concerned that media or somebody found out what happened, but luckily nobody knows. So there will be not news about that. They are also concerned about you and they are sending you best wishes." he says with no emotion at all.

I didn't even though that all that crap could get into news. I'm not really used to the fact that the half of the world knows who Harry is. But they also don't know what went down yesterday and they won't.

"Best wishes? Since when does management care about girlfriends?" I frown.

"I don't know. I don't like those rich dicks. I mean Mark is really cool, but the guys here annoy me. They think they own me or something." he growls.

"Hey, nobody owns you." I turn around, kissing his check. His frowned face relaxes and he grins lazily, leaving a small kiss on the tip of my nose.

"Are you wearing my shirt again?" he changes the subject.

"Maybe. I'm sorry I just love them." I completely turn around, putting my legs around his waist and burying my face into his chest.

He chuckles"And why is that?"

"They smell like you. And you smell nice. And I love that smell." I mumble against him, wrapping my arms around him like a little koala.  And honestly I feel like one too.

"Is that so? Enlighten me, what do I smell like? Not that is not the most weird question." he forces me to look at him.

I meet his beautiful light green gaze.

"Like your cologne, mint, sometimes chocolate. But mostly it reminds me of our hugs, kisses, mornings with you, little things like that." I feel myself blushing.

"You are cute, you know that." he plants a kiss on my forehead.

After hours of talking, cuddling and having a good time, that was good for both of us, us on the hills we went home and unpacked things that Harry brought. He insisted to share the closet even though it was obvious that everything will be crowded. He emptied shelves in living room and filled them with my books. Then we had a problem with my art stuff. He suggested that we should put it in his parents bedroom because it's big and light, and that we move the bed somewhere else. I laughed at the idea but when I finished putting clothes in a closet and went to find him, he was in his parents bedroom. That wasn't even a bedroom anymore, he removed the bed, and put it in an empty room that was Lucy's once. He even arranged all my supplies on the shelves and in the closet. He dragged a large desk from somewhere and place it there. Then we ended up kissing on the floor.