Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 76

Songs:

I Chose You: Barcelona

Until It Beats No More: Jennifer Lopez 

That's When I Knew: Alicia Keys

I Love You This Big: Scotty McCreery

A.J.'s POV

We spent the next day, after we showered, just lounging around in our hotel room. Harry didn't have anything planned until the late afternoon, so we, at his insistence, were going to focus some of our time on figuring out some necessary things. Our first task, finding a home to move into, which was proving to be a little more difficult than we thought. Our tastes were so different. He wanted something large, with a more modern feel, while I wanted something small and a little more traditional.

Our first issue, had been figuring out exactly where we were going to live. Originally, my plan was to move back to the states in April. I still hadn't decided between L.A. or New York, but I had always known I wasn't going to stay in London. Now I had Harry to think about, and a baby, which just added more pressure to my decision. Harry insisted that we could figure that out later, since we had time, but he wanted a place in London for sure. No matter what we decided, it was his home, a part of him and he wanted it to be part of our baby's life, even if it was minimal, he wanted somewhere we could go back to, which I understood. Harry was more of a person to think about his roots than I was. I never had that love or sense of home and belonging like he had, so I just followed his lead, for now. He seemed to know what he wanted and what he was doing.

Once we had that part figured out, our next, and current hurdle was figuring out what type of place we wanted. I was still insisting on a more cozy place, while he wanted something large. Eventually, after much bickering, Harry called up his real estate agent to let her know what we both wanted and let her figure it out. It annoyed me to no end that he dragged out our little argument for so long when he could have easily just done that from the very beginning. Ugh, men, I swear.

I was also annoyed by how the so called, estate agent, was talking to him. Harry thought I was overreacting, but I knew flirting when I heard it, and up to this point, I had been right about every other girl who tried to flirt with him. It was one thing when fans did it, I understood that. But, it was another thing entirely when women who knew him in a certain way still tried to flirt with him. It just irked me, I was his girlfriend, I was allowed to get irked. Girlfriend. Geez, that still sound weird.

"Okay grumpy gills," Harry nudged my thighs, trying to get me to move. "We have to get going now if we're going to make our appointment on time." He kept nudging me to move my legs off his lap when he could have easily just gotten up without my moving.

"Appointment, huh?" I questioned, lazily moving my legs off of him. He nodded, not giving me any further explanations as he stood up, grabbing a few things from around the room. "Okay," I finally resigned on asking him where we were going in hopes that he would actually give me a straight answer. "Let me get dressed first."

I was wearing a plain, blue t-shirt and short shorts to cover the bikini Harry insisted I try on, which he never let me take off. There were various others I tried on, but he liked this one the best, since it, "covered me up well". I rolled my eyes, but mentally, I was thinking the same thing, and I knew, he knew that as well. Despite Harry making me feel beautiful, I was still uncomfortable with a two piece, besides, he loved me, so his opinion was bias.

"No, you're fine," he insisted. "I have a change of clothes packed for after," he lifted one of our bags in the air.

I cringed at the sound of that. Despite him packing everything thus far, it was still something of concern that he was doing all the packing. Not to mention that he was picking out what I was going to wear for the day and ironing. I minded a little that he was picking out my clothes on a daily basis, but I had to remind myself that only he knew what we were going to do, so only he knew what would be appropriate for us to wear. Besides, Harry was a bit possessive, yes, that much was true, but he wasn't that crazy to go as far as picking out clothes for me to wear because he was trying to be controlling. So this was fine, at least that's what I kept telling myself so I wouldn't freak out. As much as I loved, Harry and trusted him, I was still as paranoid as they come, nothing was ever going to change that I'm afraid.