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Chapter Ten

I'm alive, and incredibly sorry. I've been super busy, and stuff has just been going on. I plan on rewriting this story, but just to show how much I actually appreciate the people who have fanned me, liked my story, and commented really nice things, I decided to update it. So here you go, and thank you guys so much, it really means alot for your support. 

I don't know what was worse at the moment. Not being able to find a job, or accidently putting a green gummy bear in my mouth, which was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted.

I. Only. Like. The. Red. Ones.

Spitting it out onto the floor, I catch Harry's head turn around annoyed as he see's me doing that. Great now the clean freak caught me. 

"Bailey!" He moans getting up from the couch where he was lazily listening to music and probably texting a couple of sluts. Sorry not sorry. 

I raise my eyebrows and scrunch my nose slightly. "Leave me alone." 

"Green ones are my favorite!" He tells me picking it off the floor and shoving it in his mouth. My jaw drops, and I act like I gag. 

"That is so gross. And unsanitary. And really dirty." I say, picking my newspaper up with job listings, and beggining to move out of the dining area into the living room. getting away from him.

As I turn around to tell him to bring the forgotten gumnmy bears over, a force pushes me against the wall, and a leg is placed between my own, keeping me from escaping. "I think we both know I can be really, really dirty." He whispers, his lips touching my ear barely. 

I roll my eyes, not in the mood to his disappointment. "I just saw," 

He lets me go frowning. "What's wrong with you?" 

I sit down on the leather couch, spreading the listings onto the coffee table. "I'm actually trying to find a job. Do you understand that or no?" I retort with a scowl. 

He bursts out laughing, making me throw my pen at his face. "A job? Are you serious? Common, you just quit. Have some fun. You can do this in like a couple of months or something," 

I give him a look as I start laughing. "Harry, I actually have bills. And I would like to keep some money saved for my future. Future. Yeah I don't have alot of money like you where I can just put a couple thousands in the bank account and know I'll be fine." 

"I can pay for them, I can pay rent for this apartment by myself, and you don't even need to worry about it!" He says coming around the coffee table to be infront of me, and then sits down on the floor taking the newspapers off and to the side of him. 

"What about when I find someone? And we want to move in together? I need money for that. Thank you, but no thank you." 

"But we're already living together," He says with a big smile. Harry's dimples peak through and he sits on his knees, giving him the ability to stretch over the table and lay his head on top of his hands, looking at me. 

I chuckle and lean over to kiss him on the cheek. "Very funny." 

"What's wrong with that?" He asks, his face becoming blank. 

"I want to settle down. Not just have sex with my best friend for the rest of my life." I laugh, not understanding how he doesn't even think about being happy with someone for the rest of his life, one that he knows is actually for him. 

I'm happy right now, just not the kind of happy I want to be. Everythings kind of, normal. It reminds me of  senior year, when your happy that you're finally leaving high school and going on to something big. I just don't know where my break up with Aston fits in, because that sure as hell didn't make me happy. 

"I will too!" He counters. "Why don't we just get married?" Harry doesn't send me a flirty, cheeky wink, or laugh, but he has a smile on his face, the genuine kind. And that was kind of scary.

"Are you drunk?" I say plainly, like I had just asked what time it was. 

"Am I drunk? What no. I'm serious. I love you." He says to me, his smile becoming less happier. 

"You love me like a friend Harry, and I don't think you really know how being inlove with someone feels." I tell him slightly laughing. He was so innocent, it reminded me of your first kiss in middle school, or your first crush in elementary school. Unaware love. A non-romantic, I'll grow out of this, kind of thing. 

"Hmm." He says, squinting his eyes, and giving his curls a shake. "How does being in love with someone feel like? Like in The Notebook?" 

I look down towards my lap. How did I feel with Aston? We were in love I'm sure of, he just got a little messed up. "I guess kind of like how Ally and Noah were," I look up at him amazed that The Notebook was seriously his refernced to love. He's honestly stupid. "I guess it's like feeling you're at the top of the world, because the person your with just makes you feel warm, and you can talk to them about anything... well almost anything. Aston has a big mouth. But I guess you know you really do love them when you would do anything for them, even if it meant embarressing the shit out of yourself, or giving up something you love or were going to do because you just want to be with them, and always make sure you're doing what you can to make them happy." 

I stick my bottom lip out as Harry looks confused again at me. "Did that make sense?" 

"Not coming from you," 

I gape. "What's that supposed to mean!" I ask him. He shrugs, and gets up from the floor, grabbing his keys and patting me on the head. "Where are you going?" I ask. 

"Going to Liams," He says bluntly. 

"Can I come?" 

"Look for jobs," Harry tells me closing the door. 

Bastard.