Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 54.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM !!!

"What?" I think i might be in a shock. He wants us to move to France? He bought a fucking house!

"I want you and Rose to move to France with me. I want us to start over and get a fresh beginning. I want to show you how much i really love you and how sorry i am for leaving like the way i did." he says whilst looking down at his hands, afraid of my reaction and the look on my face.

I stand up and walk to stand behind him, i drag my hands trough his hair to look for something, Harry looks confused at me when i bend down to his level and look down his shirt.

"Do you mind telling me what you are doing?" Harry looks up to me with a questioning look.

"I needed to check your head to see if you have any bumps from falling and hitting your head. And i looked down your shirt to see if you are wearing any wiiring and pranking me." i tell him. A part of me is serious but another part is just kidding.

"I am 100% serious about this." He says as he sneaks his hand around my waist pulling me down to sit on his lap. I look into his eyes and see the realness in him, i have never seen him like this. It's scaring me and at the same time making me feel safe. It's scaring me because i have never seen this side of him and i don't know what it means.

"I can't." I tell him.

"Why ?"

"Because i am dating someone else, and i have my art gallery opening here in London." I don't dare look up at him to see the look on his face, fearing it will be full of dissapointment and hurt.

"What who? that red haired dude that i saw yesterday ? and you can always have your art gallery here in London, and you can get one in Paris." he says.

"I can't just up and leave him." i say in defense.

"You don't love him." he says back harshly.

"You don't know that." i raise my voice. He is right i don't love him, but he still doesn't have the right to talk to me like that.

"I can see the way you look at him, it's not the look of love. and i can just tell. You were kind of hessitant yesterday when he showed up, with me you are relaxed and not tense. That's how i can tell that you don't truly love him." He has a point and i hate him for that.

"I need some time to think, i can't just drop everything." he nods his head understanding.

I stand up from his lap and go back to my seat to eat the rest of my food. We just sti there and talk about random things. He asks about my art gallery and what not. It's actuallt quite nice and relaxing.

We end our lunch "date" an hour later, we say goodbye to each other and exchange numbers so that we can talk.

When me and Rosie gets to our apartment building i decide to instead of going into my own flat i walk to Dean's flat. I knock on the door of course Dean answers the door. He greats me and Rosie by taking the stroller away from me. Rosie is asleep and we walk into the living room.

"So how was seeing Harry?" Dean asks curious. Dean's boyfriend sits down beside Dean to listen in on our conversation.

"It was good, surprising but good." i tell him just looking down at the floor.

"Girly, what are you not telling me ?" Dean asks.

"Nothing." i say in a high pitch voice.

"I know when you are hiding something, spill it." he says.

"Fine, Harry wants me and Rose to move to France with him. He even bought a house." i bite my lip at the end not sure of his reaction.

"HE WHAT?!?!!? " he yells.