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Chapter 40

I'm so sorry I haven't updated recently BUT MY EXAMS ARE OVER for the rest of the year so i'll be updating more often. 

Another thing, isn't Made in the A.M amazing??? When they released it in Aus, I stayed up til 1:30am listening and tweeting about it and If I could fly gave me physical pains, I cried most of the night/morning.

Last thing, I wasn't really happy with this chapter but i'll update rly soon to make up for it. 

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A coffee gets placed down in front of me and I smile at the guy before he turns away to go back behind the counter.

'I'm glad you didn't go to class today.' Harry smirks at me and sips his coffee.

I chuckle, 'after last night the last thing I'm doing is getting up early and going to class.'

There are a few moments of silence before I speak up again, 'I can't believe we're moving in together...well, I'm moving in with you.'

It feels a bit too quick if I'm being honest considering we've only been going out for about four months now and I haven't even met his parents and I'm moving into his house where I'm going to see him every day. The thought scares me a bit but it's not like I have many options right now.

'I know, I'm excited.' He smiles at me.

I nod at him and take a sip of my coffee, watching him as his mind wonders off.

'We can move your stuff in, re-decorate the room if you want. It'll be fun. We can make it look nice, we can buy some candle and put up some fairy-lights around the room. We'll make it a space for us that's clean and pretty and think about it, when we go out together an come back it'll be great cause it's just us in a nice space.'

But as soon as he says that it hits me. This is what he wants but this isn't me. I'm not clean. I'm messy. I have notes sprawled everywhere along with my clothes. I'm not orderly and cute, my hair is a mess when I wake up in the morning and I have coffee stains on most of things I own. And when I go out I don't magically go to sleep afterwards. I stress. I stress to the point I don't even know why I'm stressing anymore.

He wants chill but it doesn't work that way with me but he hasn't realised that. This is what he wants and I can't be it.

I chuckle, 'maybe we should finish this coffee first.'

He blushes and hides his face, 'that's probably a good idea.'

I slightly smile but it feels off.

'So maybe, today we can start working on going through your stuff and start moving it, although you have work later don't you?'

My fingers trace the top rim of my mug and I nod at him, 'yeah, it's three till nine.' I sigh.

He nods, 'that's alright, we don't have to do it all today, besides Niall and I need to write some more songs for our gig tomorrow night.'

I nod, 'I might just stay at my place tonight.' I awkwardly smile.

He frowns, 'you sure? I can pick you up from after work?'

I shake my head, 'it's fine, it'll give me time to sort my stuff out anyway.'

We both finish our coffees shortly after head over to my apartment to make a start.

We reach my apartment and the first thing I ask is if he wants a cup of tea because I'm not sure what else to say.

He asks for water instead and he sits on the couch while I get a glass.

'You alright Ly? You've hardly spoken.'

I turn to face him and slightly smile, 'yeah, I'm just a bit tired.'

'Well maybe you shouldn't go to work and just stay with me,' he playfully smirks at me.

I shake my head at him and hand him his glass of water, 'you're forever trying to get me out of things, you're such a bad influence Styles.'

He laughs before taking a sip of water, 'don't tell mum.'

He puts the glass on the coffee table and looks around, 'so where did you want to start?'

I tie my hair back out of the way, 'um, I might just start in my room, we don't have a lot of stuff in the living room and kitchen.'

He nods before following into my room.

I'm already feeling slightly better than before and I'm trying to push those feelings back, I don't really want to think about how we're not fit for each other while he's helping me clean out my room.

I know he'll break up with me eventually, whether it be next month or next year but he'll get sick of me but I don't want to address it because he makes me happier than anyone else and I don't want that to change.

'What did you want to go through first?'

I scratch my forehead and look around, 'um, maybe my clothes, I haven't gone through them since I've moved here.'

He nods and he walks over to my set of drawers, opening the first one but I quickly slam it shut before he can look inside.

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, 'that's my underwear,' I say awkwardly.

He slightly chuckles and opens the second drawer, 'I've seen you in most of your underwear Lylah.'

I blush and start sorting through my shirts and harry helping.

'Now how come I've never seen you in this?' He shows me a grey singlet tube with a smirk.

I laugh and snatch it from his hands before chucking it in the "throw out" pile, 'because of creeps like you,' I laugh.

He childishly pokes his tongue out at me before laughing and leaning in to kiss me a kiss, which I graciously return.

We finish sorting through my drawers and now we have to go through the clothes hanging up in my closet, I don't have many things hanging up but there's no harm in going through it.

I open the closet and notice I have hardly any nice clothes left to wear to Harry's gigs, I sigh and call Harry over.

'What's up?' he asks.

I sigh, 'what should I wear tomorrow night?' I ask him.

He presses his lips together and shifts through my dresses before stopping to one.

'What about this one? I don't think I've seen you wear it.'

I look at which one he's talking about and I shake my head, 'I don't think so...'

It's a black dress which comes down my back exposing most of it and it stops mid-thigh, I love it but just not on me. I wore it once and I felt like a potato trying to fit into a celery's dress, I haven't worn it since.

'Why not?' He frowns.

I shrug not wanting to say my thoughts but after having another look it's the last dress I've got and I don't practically want to show up in jeans when everyone else are wearing nicer clothes.

I sigh and rub the back of neck before he speaks up, 'I'll tell you what, wear this dress tomorrow and then later I can take you out and buy some more.'

I shake my head, 'I'll wear the very short dress but I'm not letting you buy me more clothes, that's not fair.'

He snorts, 'what do you mean? I'm the one whose holding the gigs that you wear them to, so it's only fair,' he smiles at me.

I roll my eyes, 'but it's my choice to go.'

He sighs and stands in front of me while resting his chin on his shoulder and pouts, 'please just me buy you stuff.'

I chuckle and move so I can face, 'okay, okay.'

A grin takes over his face and he kisses me.