Endlessly (Harry Styles)

Chapter 51

  *Hazel Murray*

It was peaceful. Loud and playful, full of happiness and cheers, but still peaceful. I just sat there, a glass of red wine in my right hand, Harry's hand in my left one. On both of our wrists, our new tattoo was visible. Two crowns: him for the King, me as the Queen, saying One Life, One Love. Cause it's true. We had found each other, and we wouldn't let it go.

On my foot, my right one, there was a rose sating: 'The nature of this flower is to bloom'. This was a reminder that all love might have its fair share of storms, but if it's meant to be, it will be.

Harry's gentle fingers traced patterns on my skin as he distractively looked at the lads dancing weirdly on Just Dance. We were back at our flat in London, and it was Louis' birthday. Eleanor, Perrie, the boys, Joey and Ed were there. Well Ed was drinking beer with Nialler, and it was only Louis and Liam dancing, while Zayn was watching. Perrie and Eleanor were talking in the kitchen. Danielle was going to come later tonight, for she had a rehearsal before.

I observed Harry's features. Like always when he was lost in his thoughts, his eyes shun with a particular olive green, and he was playing with his bottom lip with his left hand. He had a light stubble over his superior lip, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. I smiled lightly, happy at just the feeling of his hand in mine and his presence.

The last few days were peaceful. It was relaxing to just be like we used to be, close and no bad blood or anger or secrets. Just love. And also very hospital-less.

Yep, we're back to the sappy couple too.

"Haze? Haze?" Harry snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, startling me. "You zoned out for a second, just staring at me."
"Oh sorry." I giggled lightly, my cheeks flaming up.
"Why were you staring at meh?" He asked, pouting like a child.
I laughed, caressing his face delicately with the pad of my fingers. "Cause you're beautiful."

There aren't enough The Fault in our Stars references in this world. Harry beamed at me, making my eyes fluttered and my stomach roam with butterflies as I saw him happy. I realized that having Harry happy by my side is all I needed in life. I leaned in to connect softly our lips, pecking his lips before pulling back. He held me close and kissed me again, humming in appreciation as I smiled amusedly.

"What was that for?"
"I love you." I whispered.
"Well I happen to love you too." Harry chuckled, before bringing back our lips together. He pulled away again and looked at me deeply in the eyes. "Haze?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Will you move in with me?"

I blinked, surprised by the question. I frowned and gazed at Harry's eyes once again. They were filled both with hope and fear, a strange mix.

"Haz, we already live together." I replied, unsure.
Harry realized his mistakes and nervously laughed. "Yeah, no I mean, let's found a place together. Let's buy a flat, or even a house. I mean, I love Lou to death, but we spent 6 months of our relationship with a sass master always yelling 'no sex on the couch'... What if I want privacy? What if I want to have sex on the couch, our couch?"
"Harry, what are you―"
"Okay, I know it kinda came out weird. What I mean is that I think it would be a good idea to just have our own place. We just came out of so much drama, and I feel like building this ^place, our home, is exactly what we need."

My heart was beating fast, so fast, and I couldn't bring myself to say a word while Harry started rambling about it.

"If we choose a house, we can have a cat, or a dog, cause I know you're more of a dog person, and we could have like bedrooms for when your parents of mine come to visit. And even the lads could come and pass the night, just not too many, cause that would totally ruin the purpose of privacy. We could have more place, a bigger kitchen so you can cook one of those amazing meals you always cook. Our room would be bigger, and we would have much more space for all the clothes you own. I like them, no worries! They just take a lot of place."

Harry was flushed, flustered, his eyes wild and animated. His hands were moving around like crazy and somehow his hair managed to looked even more ruffled and untamed. My mouth was agape, still in shock by what he was asking.

"Think about it, Haze! Our home, our own house, our own place to live and grow up, and grow old together. Close to London, to everything, but not a place shared by any other than us two. Our names on the propriety papers. Ours."
"Harry, I―"

Like always when I was feeling too much emotion, my words got stuck in my throat. But this time, under heavy emotions―love, happiness, excitement, make your choice―, my throat suddenly closed off, keeping me from breathing. I managed to choke out 'inhaler' to Harry, trying to calm down and just breathe. Harry looked panicked as he threw everything out of my handbag, scanning for my inhaler. He handed it to me and I took a puff, already feeling better.

"Is everything alright?" Liam asked, looking worried.

All the attention of the flat was on us. Harry paid no attention to them.

"Yeah." His voice sounded bitter and hurt. "Just forget I said anything."
"Yes." I said, already feeling Harry withdrawn from his happy state.
He frowned, confused. "What?"
"Yes, I'll move in with you." I repeated, smiling. "I was just shocked, and it just kinda was too much for me I guess... I'm still healing from the hospital and the major attack."
"So, it was not panicking?"
I laughed, my lungs still hurting a bit. "No, more like an asthma attack because of too much emotions. Happy emotions."

Harry's expression was overwhelmed by happiness as he picked me up and spun me around, much to my dismay. Why did people feel like picking me up and twirling me around all the time because I was short? It was annoying.

"Thank God." Harry breathed, kissing my hair right after putting me back on the ground. "You had me scared for a moment there."
"You think?" I asked sarcastically, smirking.
"So, I guess we're moving in together then."
"Yep, we are."
"We'll have a beautiful flat, I promise, love."
"No, we won't..."
"...?"
"We'll have our own house."

Harry grinned and yelled to everybody in the house, and probably to the rest of the world too, considering the fact that El and Liam were filming everything to probably post it on Twitter.

"YOU HEARD THAT? HAZEL IS MOVING IN WITH ME! IN OUR HOUSE!"
"You dork, I love you." I giggled, kissing his neck cause I couldn't reach his lips.
"You love me, the dork?"
"Yes."
"Well that's good cause I love you even more." He bragged.
"Debatable."
"Objection."
"You really want to play this game?" I laughed.
"Yes―"
"ENOUGH WITH THE SAPPINESS, YOU BLOODY WANKERS!" Louis, separating the two of us. "It's my birthday and I will not accept ANY of this! And Harry, i can't believe you didn't told me about this before! I'm going to feel so lonely, now!"
"Poor thing." El snickered. "I'll come and give you more company, if you want...?"
Louis smirked. "You know want. Thank you, Harry. Now I get all the sex I want."
I rolled my eyes. "Some things never change."
Harry kissed my cheek sweetly before bringing me to his side. "Some things aren't meant to."

I smiled at him, already thinking of our new home. Things couldn't be better right now.



A/N: Somebody bring me some tissues... MY BABY HAZEL IS GROWING UP Can you guys remember her at the beginning? That is what I call a character development. Okay, so did you guys miss these sappy ish chapter or do you feed on drama?
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