Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

Life Changes

It has been two months full of shit. So much stupid shit. I could barely go to my summer classes due to the paparazzi trying to get a picture or a reporter trying to get a story. After a month of me fending everyone off it finally calmed down a little. I was set on not talking to one single reporter or giving in to pictures of my every move being taken.

After two months full of cramming I was finally wrapping up my last day of exams. I would be able to head off to England in a matter of hours. I was more than ready to be inside the quiet confines of Harry's large house. My apartment had been a target for paparazzi and fans. I was so sick of it. Walking out of my building had become so difficult I stayed inside unless absolutely necessary. Yes, things had calmed down but I was still extremely uncomfortable with the stray individuals I still caught outside my building trying to catch a glimpse of "Harry's girlfriend" or "the girl who broke Zayn's heart."

"So, where are you?" Harry asked as I put the last bit of clothing I owned into my large suitcase.

"At the apartment, Harry." I said with a laugh. He had already called and texted me multiple times throughout the day. He was excited for me to arrive. Most of my personal possessions had been shipped and arrived weeks before. My belongings arriving ahead of me made Harry even more antsy for me to be there. Granted he had been on tour and only come home on random days. I told him not to, like today.

"I want to see you." He said quietly.

"Harry you can't just keep taking these trips. You're exhausting yourself. I told you I would be fine alone."

"I would feel horrible for you to get here and I not be here to give you a proper welcome." I could hear the out in his voice. He was probably crossing his arms as we spoke.

"You'll give me my proper welcome and within hours be on a plane back over here. Aren't ya'll in the states? You could have seen me here." I knew he couldn't see me but I was rolling my eyes.

"I know you're rolling your eyes. They're going to get stuck like that one day and I will laugh at you. Just kidding, I would never. But, yes we are but I would be saying goodbye instead of being here in OUR home." I heard the emphasis on our and I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face as I zipped up my bag. It was HIS home but now that I was moving in he kept referring to it as our and it was the cutest thing I had ever heard.

"You are hopeless, but that is why I love you so much." I said as I carried my last bit of luggage to sit by the front door. My taxi would be arriving soon.

"I love you more."

"We are not arguing right now about that, Harry. I've got to go though. The taxi will be here soon."

"Alright, love. Text me when you land." we exchanged another set of I love you's and disconnected.

The feelings washing over me were unexplainable. I had just taken the last of my exams for my Master's Degree in Psychology. I was leaving to move halfway across the world. I was with the one person I was absolutely head over heels in love with. Life was finally going smoothly for once. Yes, there was the media but I was unconcerned. It would always be apart of who Harry was. The media loved him because he was handsome, smart, British, talented, and a million other things. He was such a likeable and loveable person that I knew we would always get attention, positive and negative alike.

As thoughts ran through my head I looked around the half empty apartment. Cat had moved out awhile ago leaving me alone in our moderately sized two bedroom that was too expensive. I walked around, remembering all the fun and crazy times we had here. The majority of the memories assaulting me were those of a certain curly headed obnoxious boy. I thought back to when the boys all came and sprawled themselves across my living room after tour ended. The random trips and phone calls to my apartment that were completely unexpected but I loved it anyway. I had many memories of all of them here. I would miss it. I would mourn it for a little while. But, I knew I was going to be with Harry and closer to all the boys with my new adventure in life. It was a new experience I would happily take on.

I smiled, a happy sad smile. I would never forget. If these walls could talk there would be stories for ages. As I let the nostalgia wash over me I grabbed my bags to take downstairs. I didn't want to miss my taxi.

I was ready for England, but is it ready for me.