Public Sphere | H.S. | #Wattys2016

Chapter XXX

Author's note: I'm sorry that this took so long; I've been insanely busy. But this is the second to last chapter. I repeat, there is only one more chapter left. (Maybe an epilogue, just maybe.)

ALSO, thank you guys so much. This story is at 16K+ reads, and that happened really quickly and out of nowhere. This is all so insane, and I'm just grateful for everything. So thank you again for EVERYTHING. I would love for you guys to continue reading this and hopping over to the prequel, Private Sphere, for Jess' life before Public Sphere. 

Anyway, please enjoy this chapter. And thank you for reading, x.

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Before I even had a chance to argue, Harry had already called an event planner for the dinner tonight. I wanted to cook myself, but it was probably a better idea to let the professionals handle this one. And because there were people bustling in and out of the apartment, Harry and I decided to go out for the day.

The moment we left the apartment building, we were hounded by paparazzi, but we both strutted forward without an issue. He and I proudly walked hand in hand as flashes went off in every direction.

"Coffee?" he asked as we walked in front of one of our favorite coffee spots.

We both stepped inside the shop and breathed a sigh of relief as the paparazzi were left behind in the public.

Harry and I took our usual seats in the back of shop, where there were no windows.

"So I talked to your realtor," he said as he came back with two drinks in his hands.

My face slightly dropped because I was hoping that when Harry wanted to get a place in Chicago, he would want to move in together.

"She sent me a bunch of places around Lakeview, since you like it there so much," he continued on as he showed me the email from my realtor.

"Lakeview is nice, you'd like having a place there," I said without feeling too excited about him moving to Chicago.

I guess it was a bit selfish of me. Harry was still his own person apart from me, so thinking that he would want to just move in was foolish of me.

"Love, I want you to move in with me," he said as he shook me from my thoughts. "I don't want to get a place in Chicago for me, I want it for us."

His words made me feel instantly better, but then as soon as I realized that there was a chance that we would be moving in together, it worried me.

Our relationship was still so new; I didn't know whether or not it would be a good idea to move in together. I didn't know if moving too fast would be a good idea.

"I know you're worried; I can tell by your face. But I'm worried, too," Harry said as he held onto my hand. "Think of it as this way, it won't be any different than what we're doing now. I just need a studio space, so we're expanding."

"You can have my study, or make one of the guest bedrooms into a studio," I suggested not wanting to fully commit to moving in together.

"You really don't want to do this, do you?" he asked with a bit of hurt evident in his voice.

"I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but what if we break up, what happens?" I asked him. "This way, if something does happen, we'd still be able to deal with separate living spaces."

"If you're worried about breaking up, don't. We're getting married, I told you," he commented cheekily as he kissed my hand.

"I know that," I laughed as I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to be honest, when you told me that you were talking to my realtor, I was bummed that you didn't just want to move in. But the more I think about it, I'm not sure if we're ready for that."