Keep Driving [h.s]

thirty-six

Harry

"Alright, a couple more steps," I hold Ella's hips firmly, leading her up the stairs.

"Is this the part where you finally kill me?" My girl asks, earning a bigger grin from me. I can't help but press a kiss against her cheek. Her eyes are covered with a bandana that I grabbed from my closet.

"Don't tempt me," I joke in a light-hearted tone, earning a smile from her. The way her cheeks redden whenever I do or say something is my favourite. Her body responds to me every time.

We make it up the stairs and I fish out the keys from my pocket, releasing her hip with one hand while opening the front door. I lead her inside, closing the door behind us and double-checking if everything looks right.

"Alright, ready, babe?"

"I'm scared..." She breathes out a little shakily. I'm sure the anticipation is killing her just as much as it kills me.

"Three, two, one-" I pull the blindfold off her, keeping my eyes on her to capture her reaction and save it as a memory.

She blinks a couple of times, clearing her vision before she parts her lips in shock and looks around. Her green eyes flick from one thing to another, taking in every detail.

"What?" She breathes out, completely baffled. After looking around a little longer she turns around to look at me, finding me standing there with a cheeky smile.

"You like it?" I take her hand in mine, leading her to the right where the kitchen is. The entire kitchen island and counters are made out of marble and the cupboard doors are black. The floor is white but there are a few rugs that add a pop of colour.

Everything is fully furnished and ready.

"Oh my god," she whispers in shock. "This is so beautiful!"

I show her the living room with the big white couch and the large TV above the fireplace. Then we walk over to the office that I've set up the same way I had my old one set up.

She just gasps every time I show her something new and it's the cutest thing ever.

We walk upstairs where I show her the two guest rooms, Soleil's room and lastly, our room.

"This is ours," I say as I open the door to the last door, not ignoring the way my heart is racing from saying that out loud.

"Ours?" She doesn't miss it. She looks at me with her big green eyes, her blonde hair pulled back into a slick ponytail, exposing her jaw and neck that I so badly want to kiss.

"Yeah. I figured it made sense. We've been sleeping together for a while..." I really hope I didn't mess up by saying this. Maybe she wanted her own space? I have to call the designer and tell her to redesign one of the guest rooms-

"I can hear you overthinking, baby. I love it. I love sleeping with you. In every kind of way," she adds cheekily at the end giving me a smile.

My cock reacts immediately, twitching in my pants.

She walks around, her fingertips grazing the made bed as she looks at the picture of Soleil and her that I took on my film camera and got developed. There's also a picture of her and Atlas that I took on Thanksgiving and a picture of her with her family and Soleil.

"Harry..." she whispers, her lips quivering.

Shit.

"We can take them do-"

"You're so sentimental and romantic," she cuts me off, shutting me up quickly.

She picks up the picture of her and Soleil and smiles down at it. "I can't believe I'm her mum now."