Through the Enlightenment (Harry Styles)[Bk.3]

41. Gasps on Different Levels

Elizabeth's POV

"Hey love, I'm going to make a call I'll be right back." Harry says standing up from the couch.

I nod at him before focusing back on Misty who was sitting on my lap.

"How was your day baby?" I ask, pushing my damp hair behind my ear.

I decide that it be best to take a shower as soon as I got home. It made me feel a bit better but my mind is still haunted by Caroline's words but mostly about her unfinished sentence.

What did she mean if I hadn't been born? What would have happened?

Misty stands up on her paws turning around resting her front paws on my chest before licking my cheek. I smile jerking my head away.

"I love you too." I giggle. "At least someone does."

"Hey, I love you." Harry interjects sauntering back into the living room dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. "Don't forget that." Harry adds leaning down giving me a kiss. I blush.

"Who were you calling?" I ask as Harry moves to sit down next to me.

"Liam, he wanted to see how you were doing." He says looking at me with soft green eyes, draping his arm over my shoulders.

"I'm fine." I shrug, but the tone in my voice was hardly believable.

"Look I know we have a lot of things to figure out but we need to stop and relax for a bit." He says pulling my closer into his side. I sigh, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Which is why I asked the lads to come over so we can have a little get together later tonight." He adds.

"Okay. I guess we better go change huh?"

"Yeah, let's go." He mutters kissing my temple before we both stand up heading up to our room.

I changed into a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, wearing a black spaghetti strap blouse with the necklace that Harry gave me a very long time ago, that still holds a pride place in my heart, hanging around my neck. My hair was curled reaching just past over my shoulders, with black eyeliner rimming my eyes making their blue stand out more than usual.

"Hey, why did you steal my outfit?" Harry asks,his voice playful. I turn my head seeing him walking out of the restroom wearing dark jeans, a black shirt and his necklace hanging out from his shirt.

I smile. "I didn't but since you always look hot I figure why not try it out myself." I say as Harry stands in front of me placing his hands on my waist.

"Baby, you look insanely hot in practically anything. You could be wearing a potato sack and I would still have to fight the urge not to take you on the floor."

"Harry!" I blush, slapping his chest, my eyes widening at his words. Harry let's out a loud cathartic laugh, tilting his head back.

"What? It's the truth." He chuckles, smiling broadly at me making me roll my eyes.

"Is that all you think about?" I tease.

"Baby, if I could make love to you every minute of everyday I would." He admits, nodding his head, gently turning me slightly around. I look quizzically up at him as he gently guides me backwards.