Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 59

So... It's been so long since I updated, right? I'm sorry about that. The truth is, I kind of lost interest being in this fandom because of all the drama that suddenly got worse last year.
This is the final chapter. I hope you've enjoyed reading Change. It took me YEARS to finally finish this. I've realised that one shots are way more suitable for me. I'm not saying I'll never write a book ever again but I won't for a while.
Thank you for all the votes and comments that you've left on this story. I appreciate it a lot. Now, I'm going to stop so you can go on and read the last chapter of Change.
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I wake up to the feeling of warm, strong arms around me and I can't help but smile. I lift my head up a little to see Harry still sound asleep. I move my hand up to his hair and run my fingers through his hair, moving his hair away from his face.

I move my hand down his cheek and feel him lean into my palm, still keeping his eyes closed. I laugh slightly and he opens his right eye. "Morning," I whisper. He groans in response. He rolls on top of me and leaves me trapped underneath him. I let out a squeal and try to push him away but he only lets out a breathy laugh. "Harry, I've got to shower," I let out a laugh too. "If you want to, you can join me."

Harry lifts his head up and raises his brow. "I'm on board," he says with a small, tired smile on his lips. He rolls on his side and lets me stand up and head over to the bathroom. "Look at that, you didn't even try to cover yourself up with the duvet."

I look at him over my shoulder with a smirk. "No, I did not," I say and continue my way to the bathroom, making sure I sway my hips more than usual.

As I'm about to step in the shower, I feel him wrap his arms around me and he kisses my neck. I let out a quiet moan as he nibbles at my skin. "You better not be trying to get me to have shower sex with you again," I warn him. "I think we learned not to do that ever again after the first incident," I laugh at the memory. It happened so long ago. I got soap in my eye, Harry almost fell in the shower but we powered through somehow.

"Nah," he smiles against my skin. "Just forgot how beautiful you actually are, even in the morning, even with that disgusting morning breath of yours," he chuckles and I hit his arm playfully.

So we both get into the shower, first Harry starts applying shampoo in my hair as I talk about how my life's been like lately. "So did you watch the rest of HIMYM?" He asked and I let out a sigh.

"Yeah, the ending totally ruined the show for me. I can't stand watching that show anymore!"

"Yeah, same here."

And then was my turn to shampoo his hair and he told me about what his life has been like. Not much has changed, unlike in my life.

We get out of the shower and I put on one of his shirts and my pyjama shorts that I accidentally left here after I moved out. He just wrapped the towel around his waist and we went to the living room to watch some TV.

"I can't believe you've been studying at an university! Where did you get the money for it?"

"I was waiting for you to ask," I admit, chuckling. "Well I've been working my ass off, having a job and studying is hard but I've made it work. But my dad has paid for most of it."

Harry turns his head and looks at me in shock. "Your dad?"

"Oh yeah, I got in touch with him and worked things out."

"What? Do you remember what he did to you? What made you change your mind?"

I shrug, sending him a small smile before speaking up again. "I guess I just had to let my grudges go. I mean he is my father. I couldn't just cut him out of my life after I found him again."