Chapter 25

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We walked into the bedroom to talk, I sat on the bed as he paced the floor. After ten minutes of watching Harry walk back and forth, he came and squatted down to be eye level with me. "You do know I didn't mean anything last night right? I was drunk and stupid-" I cut him off

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts Harry." I whispered playing with my fingers.

He sighed and rested his hand on my knee. "Of course, but I never thought you were a whore. I put you in this job, I understand that. I'm sorry that I got so jealous and shitfaced and I understand if you don't want to work with me anymore."

I sighed, cupping his face. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "I still want to be with you and work for you Styles, just watch what you say or I'm gone."

"Yes ma'am," he said with his head bowed, he looked like a dog with his tail between his legs. "I'm really really sorry Jess." He whispered, I placed my hand in his long hair and played with it.

He looked up at me and a sigh of relief left him before he kissed me once, I looked at him as he crest my face. I kissed his palm before we got up and left the room to go back with the other guys. Harry stopped to get us something to eat while I went and sat down, Gus came over dressed in a grey sweater and jeans. "You cried last night didnt you?" He said lowly as he picked up a magazine.

I hesitated before nodding. "Yes but dont tell Harry he already feels bad about calling me a whore."

"He said that?"

"Well his drunken self did." I nodded, I wondered if the guys even knew what was said last night. I mean that had to in order for Harry to know, he was too drunk last night to remember that.

"Okay I wont tell." he said before getting up and going to watch a movie with Niall, Harry came back with two plates. He handed me one of the plates, we sat in silence while we ate; once we were done I decided to take a nap while Harry rubbed circles on my back. When I woke up we were back in London and Harry was gone, I stood up and stretched before stepping off the jet to see a limo waiting for me.

I raised my eyebrows as Liam ushered me into the limo, I sat in the back and noticed a glass of champagne waiting for me. I took a sip of it, the ride to wherever was silent and seemed like a long drive. When I finally realized that me and Liam were the only ones left on the plane, the limo stopped; Liam got out and opened the door before ushering me into my building and to the elevator. I got in and rode the elevator up to the floor my apartment was on and once I opened the door of my apartment I saw candles and roses everywhere, I followed the roses on the floor to the bedroom to find Harry sitting on the bed. He was looking down playing with the rings on his fingers, he had on a white sweater and black jeans.

I raised my eyebrows and walked slowly into the room. "Harry..?" He jumped up and walked to me. He looked as if he was stumbling with what he was going to say, he sighed.

"Look just come to the bathroom." He said taking my hand and walking me to my bathroom, when we walked in I saw he had drawn a bubble bath with candles, roses and champagne. "I treated you like crap when I was drunk so I figured I could make it up to you." he said stripping me out of my clothes and helping me into the bathtub, I watched him pull something off of the sink and open it before turning my way. Inside the black box was a necklace that said 'Harry' in the most beautiful front ever and a key. "This is the key to my apartment, even though I dont really have a door it's just a fake key. The point is, I know you said that it was too soon but I need you with me Jess. I need to know you're safe 24/7 so will you do me the honors and moving in with me?"

My mind was racing, he's right. I told him it was too soon, and a part of me feels like he's only doing this because of our fight. The other part felt like this was out of love. I bit my lip and waited for a long time before nodding slowly. "..yes, but I will keep paying for this apartment just in case I have to move out."

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