He has my heart. L.s.

39

Harry was released a few weeks ago, right before finals began. He helped me study, as you can imagine that didn't go to well, if you know what I mean. Anyway ever since he was released I've been worried about him, watching him. He's been spending most of his time at either mine or Niall's.
Niall and I take turns driving him and picking him up from group.

I now sit here leaning on my car, the folded paper clutched in my hand protectively. I got the acceptance letter from London, I want Harry to be the first to know.

The doors burst open people spill out including
Harry. He calls bye to someone and runs up to me I greet him with a peck on his lips.

I hold up the paper, his eyes widen as his smile does. "Is that?" He takes the paper out of my hands reading it over. Then he flings himself to me. "You got in!" He squeals. I laugh.

"Yup," I smile.

I open his door for him, and then get it the drivers side I begin driving. All my intentions to not go home. I've been looking a small flats, because I refuse to live in a dorm. And Uni is a good few hours away. So I have gotten a job waiting tables at a small diner for the summer, which I'm also looking for a job to get me through the school year.

"Where are we going?"

"To look at this flat," I smirk.

I figured that if Harry and I stay together, which we will, he will be staying at mine a lot. As soon as he graduates high school he will probably move in together, and go to the same Uni, so it's important he likes the place too.

"Oh," he mumbles. Then shrugs.

***

We arrive at the flat building, Harry and I walk toward the building greeting the saleswoman.

"Mr. Tomlinson?" She asks.

"Hello," I greet.

She leads us to the lobby, which is sleek and modern. A lady passes and nods a smile toward us.
I like the building so far, we load onto the lift.

She opens the door to the flat allowing us to go in first. It looks a lot better in person than it did in the advertisement. It's all woodflooring and it has two bedrooms, the kitchen is spacious and the parlor.
We look around, we go to the bedrooms to look. He walks over to the window opening the curtains, it leads out to a balcony. He lights up.

We are up pretty high, he's speechless. He walks around with me trailing behind him, he seems like he really likes the flat. "I see the wheels turning," I say. "What do you think?"

"It's really- I like it. I think you should get it," he says staring out the parlor window. I nod.

The lady and I go to the kitchen to talk about prices. If Harry likes it then it's perfect, very few things make him truly happy. If he loves this house then I'll get it. He may not realize this but I would do anything for him, anything to see him smile. If he came into my room and told me to pack my bags and that he wants to run away I'd pack my bags no question. Honestly if he came in and told me he murdered someone I'd get him out of the city with no questions.

Even though that's taking it a little far, my point is I would do what ever he pleases. My biggest fear is when I leave he's by himself. What if he needs me and I'm not there? It worries me. I can't loose him.

***

"When do you move in?" Harry asks typing away on his mobile. Teenagers and their mobiles.

"Two weeks before uni starts," I say laying my head in his lap now. Harry lays in hand on my stomach casually. It's a common sight to see us laying like this.

"Then you'll be over an hour away," he mumbles. I nod.

"But like I've told you, I'll visit whenever I can. I'll call you every night we will text."

I worry he will need me and I won't be there.

"Yeah I suppose," he shrugs.

"Okay if you ever need me, for anything," I glance at his wrists. "Call me at anytime and if I need to I'll drive down!"

He nods setting his mobile down finally. I intertwine my hand with the one on my stomach.
"Okay?" I ask.

"Okay," he sighs.

"Okay."

"We aren't Gus and Hazel so stop," he smirks. I sit up crawling into his lap pulling my blanket with me. He wraps his arm around me, I snuggle into his chest.

"It bugs me how much taller you've gotten. We are eye level now!" I huff.

It's true he's gotten so much taller, I have a feeling he's going to pass me up.

"I'm going to pass you up shorty," he smirks.

"Well how am I suppose to top if you keep getting taller?" I ask quite loudly. My Mum coughs like she's hacking a lung up. "Sorry Mum."

"Height has nothing to do with it," Harry smirks.
"You'll always top."

Mum continues to hack a lung up. "Sorry Jay!"
Harry calls.

I smirk kissing his lips, I pull away playing with his curls. I never knew he'd mean this much to me. I thought I'd never fall in love with someone, I thought I would just be that man whore that sleeps with half of the shool, but I'm not I'm happily in love with someone. Not only did Harry teach me it's okay to change and love. He taught me the reason to be with someone. Everyone like it or not needs someone to depend, love, and protect. Harry gives my life a meaning, reason. I realize that if I wasn't in his life right now he might not be here today.

He taught me how to mature and make something out of my life. He taught me to be thankful for the little things, even though I don't get along with my Dad at least he never laid a hand on me. I like to think that as much as he taught me, I taught him. I want him to learn that it's okay to be bold, it's okay to stand up to bullies and people who deserve it. I hope to God he learns to be happy, sadly I don't think happiness can be taught.

I don't want to leave him, I hate how he can't move with me. I know the distance will be a wedge in our relationship, I know that long distance
relationships never work. I guess I will just have to make it work, because I'm nothing with out Harry.
He gives my life meaning I suppose.

"I love you, my Angel.

"I love you, my Devil.