Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XXI

"I don't understand this sport," I tell Harry, his arms wrapped around me tightly as we sit on the bleachers at the soccer game. He's keeping me warm and I love it.

"Neither do I but I thought we'd do something tonight," he says, kissing my temple.

I relax back onto him, his head resting on top of mine. My eyes close and I lean into him, his warmth perfect in the fall weather.

"What does your sister do?" he asks, my fingers rubbing over his.

"She works at Nordstrom," I say, his lips pressing to my hair.

"That's sad. You're going to be my own nurse so she's at a loss," he says, making me laugh.

"Your nurse?" I grin, looking up at him.

"Yes. My nurse," he smiles, kissing the bridge of my nose before I look back at the game.

"When I graduate, I get assigned a hospital," I explain, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.

"I know. But I get my nurse when I come home," he says, my heart racing. I look up at him and he moves his hand to brush my hair back, my eyes admiring his beanie clad hair and bright green eyes.

"Home?" I wonder, his words leaving me to infer he'd see us living together in the future.

His eyes flicker to my lips and he nods, my eyes staying focused on him. "I know it's crazy, baby. But you have no idea the hold you have over me," he explains, slightly shocking me.

"What do you mean?" I wonder, his thumb brushing my lower lip as he takes a deep breath.

"I don't even want to think about my life before you," he starts, my mind reeling with thoughts. We've been dating for three months now and hearing him say that means the serious commitment he has already explained.

"It's probably unhealthy how much time we spend together but I don't want to be around anyone else. You keep me curious, never knowing what we'll do. There are days we just relax, days we go out, and days we try things in the bedroom. Every aspect of our relationship is everything I'm looking for. Plus, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I can't tell you that enough. That being said, I want a future with you," he tells me, my lips curving. Harry smiles and I find no fear like I would have early in our relationship, knowing Harry would take care of me more than anyone.

"And I would like to one day, buy a house, and have you be there beside me every morning and night. I want to live with you. So what if we are moving fast to some people, but I know we trust each other," he grins, my head nodding. He kisses my cheek and I turn to face him better, his arms staying around me.

"I'd do anything to get out of the damn house I live in," he sighs out, my lips stifling an amused laugh. I can't imagine my clean Harry living in that dirty house.

"I've never thought of living with a boy before," I admit, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"But would you? You know... live with me?" he asks, my eyes looking at his concerned features. "And disregard the fact of how long we've been together because my sister married her husband after dating for six months and they've been married for three years, still madly in love, and they have a baby girl who's the greatest little thing in the world."

I smile and bring my finger up to poke his nose, his eyes still intently focused on me. He bites his lower lip and his arms tighten, my heart speeding.

"I would," I tell him, my lips curving at how excited he seems to get.

"But," I say, his eyes on me. "I would like to finish this semester first."