Life of Mine. [Harry Styles]

22. Relax

Songs for this chapter:

1. Northern Wind-City and Colour

2. Lucky-Jason Mraz

3. Through the Dark-One Direction

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Rosalyn POV.

Being with Harry was becoming the biggest relief in my life.

Instead of thinking about how I would balance spending time with my family, Harry, Emily, and working for the next week, I simply enjoyed my evening with Harry. We were in his room with a Dean Martin vinyl playing, and I was lying on my stomach in only underwear and one of his t-shirts. Harry was kneeling above me, massaging my back like a professional and scratching my head soothingly if I started talking about stressful topics. His strong hands worked through the knots on my backs and even moved down to my feet at times, even though he had once mentioned that he hates feet. 

"Hey," I spoke, my head laying on my arms so my face was turned toward the side. 

"Yeah?" Harry asked, leaning down to peck my lips before returning to massaging me. 

"I'm sorry about being kind of a sucky girlfriend," I sighed. It still felt weird to use the word 'girlfriend' or 'boyfriend' with Harry. We had casually acknowledged that those were our official titles at some point, but we felt like so much more than that. We were best friends who also adored each other. And had sex. 

"What the hell?" Harry chuckled, moving his hands to my shoulders. 

"Well, I mean, I'm always the one getting wasted and you just take care of me after," I began. "And when I freak out about our future and start ignoring you, you're still patient. And when my parents randomly show up here and I practically force you to meet them, you just go along with it. And even though Caroline's got me super busy all the time and I cancel on you sometimes, you just happily reschedule. And-"

"Baby," he cut me off with a soft laugh, kissing my forehead. "You're the best."

"I am not," I shook my head, burying my face into my arms.

"Yes, you really are," he sighed and continued massaging my back. "You always listen to me when I'm rambling about stuff and you always try to help me through everything. If you have to cancel because of work you always try to reschedule because you care. You're absolutely adorable when you're drunk and I love taking care of you. You're so much fun to be around. And I'm so happy that your parents are back in your life. So, you don't suck. I promise."

I love you, Harry.

Just tell him, idiot. 

No, not now. 

Why not now? What's holding me back? 

Oh yeah, the terrible, horrible, gut-wrenching fear that he won't say it back. I just couldn't take it. 

"Harry," I groaned, my face still in my arms. 

"Yes, love?" he answered, his voice low. 

Love? No, he called everyone that. I couldn't read too much into it. 

I flipped over, Harry straddling my half-naked body, and grabbed his hands. 

"Kiss me?" I requested and he obliged, climbing off me so he could hover over me. The kiss was slow and sweet, not too urgent or lustful. He was practically on top of me, his weight resting on me as his hands squeezed mine on either side of my head.