Feelings

Chapter 22

*Warning* sex scene

Harry looks lost. I know he is trying to hold his tongue for my sake, and I also know that he is ready to pounce if my mother says something to upset me. I know he means well but it just stresses me out even more.
"I asked you what you're doing in my home!" She snaps at Harry.
"We're leaving!" I squeak before Harry can respond. I take his hand and pull him towards the door, but my mom blocks the way.
"He is leaving. You are not," she hisses.
Harry opens his mouth to speak, but I squeeze his hand, begging him not to.
"You can't tell me what to do. I'm going with Harry."
"You're going to live with him," she says suddenly, eyes widening. "Aren't you? You plan on living with him!"
"If I want to, yes!" I snap. Harry gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Go then. I don't want a slut in my house," she says emotionlessly.
I yelp when Harry tears his hand from mine, towering over her.
"Stop, please don't," I beg, tugging on his shirt.
"No," he turns to me. "I'm going to say this."
"I'm not going to listen..."
"Yes you are!" Harry shouts, cutting my mom off. "You have no idea what you're saying. Your daughter is the furthest thing from a slut. She is way fucking nicer and prettier and more innocent than you ever were or ever will be. You don't deserve her, and she doesn't deserve to be treated the way you just did."
My heart flutters, and my mom blinks in shock.
"You should go get the rest of your things. I don't want you back," she spits, before walking into the kitchen.

Harry's POV

I'm fuming as I watch her mom walk away. I'm about to go after her and cuss her out, but decide against it when I hear Mere crying. I turn around, hugging her gently.
"It's ok," I say quietly. "Let's get your stuff so we can go, ok?"
She nods, sniffling.
"I love you," I whisper the foreign words. They feel so weird when I say them. I'm not used to being this nice to anyone, or this open with anyone.
We go back upstairs and begin to pack all of her things. For once it's fortunate that she's a neat freak, so it doesn't take long for her to find what she needs. We leave behind all the furniture, except a lamp and a small set of bookshelves. Good thing I have a big trunk. I carry the shelves down for her, ignoring her mom as I walk past. After putting the shelves in the Range Rover, I hurry back inside, not wanting to leave Mere alone with her mom. When I go back in, I see her mom hand her a small pile of things, before disappearing. I watch Meredith nervously as we pack her things in the Range Rover, waiting do her to start crying again. It's my fault that this happened. I shouldn't have even suggested we come here, and I shouldn't have wasted time trying to get her to put that dress on. That dress though, fuck.
"Oh no," she says, the tears starting. "My C necklace is still in there!"
I wrap my arms around her again, standing next to the passenger door.
"Do..." I clear my throat, not wanting to offer but knowing I have to. "Do you want me to go in and get it?"
"She won't let you in," she shakes her head.
"Sure she will," I promise.
"You don't have to," she whispers, looking up at me. I wipe a tear away from under her eye.
"Where is it at?"
"On the counter in the bathroom downstairs," she tells me.
"Go ahead and get in, I'll be right back."
"Thank you," she stands on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.
I roll my eyes and bend down to press my lips to hers, before letting her in the passenger door and head back to the house. I knock on the front door.
Her mother opens the door, looks at me, then slams it.
I knock again. She opens the door again, which honestly was stupid because it was clearly going to be me.
"I'm going to call the police," she threatens.
"No you aren't. If you really planned on it you would have done it already, and besides you have a phobia of phones."
She starts to slam the door again but I stop her with my foot.
"I just need to grab her necklace," I say. "There's no fucking way I'm letting her leave without it and I'm not going to let her come in here and have you upset her again. So for everyone's sake I suggest you let me come in and grab it."
"Where is it?" She snaps.
"On the bathroom counter," I say.
She walks away, leaving me standing in the door way. I turn around and give Mere a small smile.
"Here," her mom says, causing me to turn back around. She holding out the C necklace.
"Thank you," I nod.
"Harry?" She says as I begin to walk away. "If you hurt my daughter I will murder you."
I turn to face her again. "I'm glad to hear that," I nod. "But you hurt her more today than I have the past month and a half."
"You need to leave," she closes the door, and I walk to the car.
"Here," I hand Mere the necklace and start the car. "I'm sorry about today. About this morning, and inviting Lou to our lunch, and swearing in front of your grandma and bringing you here and blowing up at your mom..."
"Harry," she cuts me off. "I'm not mad at you for any of those things. I enjoyed lunch with Lou and Lux, and I like how you entertain my grandma and we needed to come get my things anyways."
"What about this morning?" I ask quietly. I can't believe she didn't leave me. I can't believe she didn't cry and scream. She should have. She should have shouted at me like she did at Nialls, like she did last night.
"No I'm not mad at you for that, can we please forget about it?"
"Ok," I agree eagerly.
"Let's just go home," she sighs.
"Home?" I ask hopefully. "To my place?" She told her mom she would move in with me if she wanted to. But does she want to? My heart leaps as my previous thoughts of waking up to her making breakfast return.
"If you're really ok with it..." She says nervously.
"Yes, fuck yes," I nod quickly.
"Ok," she gives me a weak smile.
"Do you want to?" I frown. "I mean of corse I want you to, and..."
"Yes," she cuts me off. "I want to."
"Ok," I smile, and pull off of her street. Her mums street. She's going to live with me now. It's going to be our apartment. No my apartment, no her house. Our apartment. I know I haven't really thought this through, and neither has she. Everything is going to change so much. She will probably completely take over my bathroom. Our bathroom. And the bedroom. She is going to be a neat freak about it. And I know she will rearrange all my cupboards. But I can't wait to find hair ties all over the counter, and I want her to angrily tell me to pick my clothes up off the floor. I want to watch her cook dinner, walking back and forth between her organized cupboards. Her cupboards. In a way, nothing is mine anymore. It's a bit of a scary thought, but it's a good scary.
"What are you thinking about?" She asks, watching my face.
"You," I admit.
"What about me?"
"Just you," I say, too embarrassed to admit my thoughts.
"I was thinking about you too," she smiles.
"What about me?" I repeat her question.
"Two things. One, you need a hair cut, and two, you're going to have to let me organize your cupboards.
I laugh loudly, grinning at her. "I was thinking about the cupboards too. And I like my hair this way."
"I don't," she scrunches her nose, "you can't see your face."
"You should cut your hair too then, because it's longer than mine," I point out.
"I'm a girl," she argues. "And I can pull my hair out of my face in a braid or ponytail."
"Or a bun," I add.
"Yes, or a bun," she smiles.
"I could wear a bun," I grin at her.
"I'll make you a deal. If you agree to let me pull you hair into a bun, and it looks ok, I'll leave you alone about getting it cut," she bargains.
"Deal," I nod. "Are you alright?" I add, looking over at her.
"I guess," she sighs. "I know she will come around eventually."
"She told me if I hurt you she will murder me," I inform her.
"What did you say?"
"I told her I was glad she felt that way."
"I'm glad," she smiles.
"About what?"
"I'm glad that you're glad that my mother would kill you if I wasn't glad," she giggles.
"If you say glad one more time it's not going to sound like a real word," I laugh.
"Let's order pizza tonight," she suggests. "Or Chinese."
"Ok."
"We will have to clean your bedroom out too," she tells me.
"Our bedroom," I correct.
"Holy shit," she mumbles. I know that she's thinking the same thoughts I was a minute ago. "I wish I could have brought my desk and my night stand. They would both fit in your apartment and they match what you already have, too," she sighs. "And my dresser. We will have to buy a new one now."
"Our apartment. And I can always go pick them up for you," I tell her.
"Our apartment. Holy shit. I'm going to live with you. Not with my mom and brother and sister anymore. I'm an adult now," her eyes are wide. "Good thing I have a job."
"If you think so, but you don't have to worry about the bills or anything," I assure her. "I have paid them myself before and I will now too."
"No, that's not fair. If I'm going to live there I will help pay for it," she frowns.
I sigh, knowing she would be this difficult and persistent. "You aren't paying for my apartment."
"I thought it was our apartment," she challenges.
"Fuck," I groan, "it is, but they are my bills."
"That's silly and you know it."
Yes my argument is dumb but there's no way I'm going to let her pay bills. She doesn't need that, she has enough going on right now.
"How about if you buy all the groceries?" I smile, coming up with a compromise.
She grins. "Deal."