Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14

I woke up the next morning, by someone playing with my hair. I slowly opened my eyes. "Good morning beautiful," a rough morning voice whispers into my ear.

"Morning," I smile, pecking Harry on the lips. I go to pull away, but he grabs my waist, pulling me back on top of him. "What time is it?" I ask.

"Seven. I need to leave to go and get ready for work," he sighed. I almost forgot Harry was 24 and had an actual, well paying, grown up job. He probably looked really sexy in the suit he wears to work.

"Okay," I nod, disappointment clear in my voice that he had to leave.

"Meet me for lunch?" He asks. We still laid in bed, tangled together.

"Sure," I smile, "when and where?" I ask.

"Noon and if you can come to my office, I'll drive us to the restaurant."

"Sounds good."

"Good," he retorts, leaning down and planting a kiss on my lips. He climbs out of my bed, and I watch as his muscles flex, while he puts on his clothes from yesterday.

I pulled the sheets up, to cover my naked body. He looked back at my, when he reached the door of my bedroom. "You are looking way to hot right now." His eyes are wide as they take in my appearance. "I need to get out of here, before I get back into bed," he shakes his head. "Bye babe. I-I'll see you later," he smiles before walking out.

I collapsed my head onto my pillow, smiling to myself, before drifting off back to sleep.

•

I woke up around 10:00 and rolled out of bed. I was extremely tired, even though I fell asleep pretty early last night. I smiled lazily to myself, thinking about it. I had to get into the shower and wash off the smell of sex from my body.

I wanted to wash my sheets, too, but part of my wanted to keep the smell of Harry there for as long as possible. You leave in less than two weeks, so it doesn't really matter. The more I thought about leaving, the less I wanted to.

None of this was supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to meet an attractive guy, help him find love, just to have him get cheated on, then have sex with him. No wonder I was tired. Life had not only mentally drained me, but physical drained me. If I were to die any time soon, it would because life had killed me. Life murders everyone. Why can't life be nice and give everyone presents and allow them to be happy? Life is such an ass.

Then again, I am slightly crazy. I'm acting as if life was a person. I shake my head, walking into my bathroom and turning on the shower.

I stared at my reflection, sighing to myself. My hair was a mess, bags were under my eyes, but my cheeks were a rosy pink and my tired eyes were bright. It was hard to describe my appearance right now. I looked like a broken girl, who was finally getting a chance to live and love and learn what being happy was truly about. I wasn't quite there yet, but thanks to Harry, happiness is knocking on my back door.

Maybe I shouldn't go to America. I would surely fall apart there, without Harry keeping me sane. It is a great opportunity, though. Going back home and spending two years, really getting a feel for who I could've been, if I was kept in a stable home. By now the shower was beginning to lose its hot water, so I hurriedly climbed into it.

•

"How in the world did you find this place?" I ask Harry.

"I don't know. I saw this small little shop and was extremely hungry, so I bought a sandwich. Greatest thing I've ever done in my whole 24 years on this earth."

"Really?"

"As of right now, it's up there, but once I get married and have kids, that'll be the greatest thing I'll ever do."

"How many kids do you want?"

"I'm not sure, as many as I can handle I guess," he shrugs. "Maybe anywhere from 3-6."

"Wow," I say, "you don't hear many guys these days talking about wanting that many kids."

"I figure it this way," he begins, "it's an excuse to have sex and once you have your very own child, that you made, in your arms, I swear it'll make anyone's opinion change." I nod, smiling lightly.

"Come to America with me," I blurt out. Why would I say that? He looks up with wide eyes.

"America?"

"Yeah," I nod. "You've always wanted to go there, and it isn't forever. Just two years. There's crime in New York, and plenty of job openings for lawyers."

"That sounds really intriguing Eden, but I-"

"You don't want to," I sigh. "I get it."

"No baby, no. I would love to live in America with you and give us a chance. Believe me I want to, but I can't. It just wouldn't work out."

"But what if we lose touch? Two years is a long time Harry. A long fucking time."

"If we do. I'm not saying we will, but if we do, the day you come back. I will be waiting there for you. Just promise me one thing," he says.

"Okay."

"Try not to change. Just be you. Promise?"

"I promise."

A/N: Holy swizzle I suck booty at updating and following that schedule. This was supposed to be posted two days ago and chapter 15 was supposed to be posted yesterday. I promise chapter 15 is coming later today.