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Chapter Forty Three

While Harry had gone into town for dinner, I took this advantage because I began slowly organizing my things back at my house with Cameron and Malesha. I started leaving stuff at Harry's more only because I planned to move in with him before we go to London, I'd be paying rent over at my other place though since I left most my things there.

I'm currently in my bedroom though at Harry's and I realized I have way too many bras. I sent him a text just so he doesn't think he's missing out on anything.

To Harold: Currently cleaning out my drawers, nothing too major. Bring me ice cream please :)

I tossed my phone as I began separating through, I groaned when I heard my phone buzz. I fell over as I reached for it and laid in a pile of socks as I read it.

Harold: Already planned on it. If you get bored, you can go through mine ;)

To Harold: Half of yours are in mine, do we have boxes?

Harold: You're not hiding in a box again.

To Harold: I'm sending things to Ashton, you hoe.

Harold: I'll get some on the way home, I don't think we have any. Xx

To Harold: Okay, I called my mom and she said when we plan the trip to give her heads up.

Harold: She also mentioned when are we giving her grandkids. Xxxx

To Harold: Stop texting my mom and leave me alone to clean asshole. Xx

I dropped the phone as I began putting socks in my drawers before Bear started barking, I ran down the stairs before seeing paps on the cameras outside. I groaned, but walked back to my previous work.

I had a pile for bras that Ashton can decide if she wants and another that I was keeping, a laugh was coming from behind me and I turned to Harry holding a blazer in his hand and phone pointed towards me.

"I'm cleaning out my drawers, nothing major. How many bras do you own?" He laughed looking at I assume the picture on his phone.

"Leave me alone, you randomly bring these home to me." I flipped my hair as he walked to change.

I continued separating them before I texted Ashton back.

To Ash: Do you want these sent to your house?

Ash: Yes, momma said she'd leave them in my room for me. When will you be coming home by the way?

To Ash: Not too sure, I'll let you know when I find out.

"Babe?" I shot my attention up to Harry in his joggers and his eyes looked at me curiously.

"What's up?" I raised an eyebrow before he bent down and grabbed the side of my head, he turned it before his thumb traced behind my ear.

"When did you get this?" I chuckled lightly as he finally noticed my small tattoo behind my ear.

"I got this after I turned nineteen, I wanted it a lot so Ashton took me while we were home before the new year."

"It looks just like mine." He said looking at the cross on his hand and I smiled at him.

"I got mine before you though." I nudged him, he fell to sit next to me.

"I guess we're meant to be then."

"Or you just like to copy me." I winked at him before we both laughed while I started boxing the bras.

"Is there a meaning?" I nodded to him as I taped the box shut.

"It was originally going to be an anchor, but it became the symbol of all the American basic bitches." I shrugged making him laugh with me, "So I changed it to a cross because no matter how far I go in life, I believe that God is the reason that I'm in that place."

When I looked at him, his eyes just stared into me and I wasn't sure why.

"Why would you have gotten the anchor?" I could sense his curiousness.

"I wasn't always wanting to dance, I wanted to sing," I looked to him before continuing, "I planned that when I got the anchor it would remind me to stay grounded no matter how high in life I'd go, but I'm happy with this choice." He leaned over to kiss me and I blushed as he pulled away.

"I should've done a boot, I'm always wearing cowboys boots when I'm back to my roots."

"I say a handgun." I glared at his smirking self.

"This isn't the water bottle on iCarly." He threw his head back laughing at me.

I rolled to the dresser and began placing the bras in my drawer, color coordinated.

"Would you want to get matching ones with me?"

I looked to him from my spot, he had stood up and was leaning against the door frame of the closet. "We kind of already have them?" I chuckled at him, pointing to my ear.

"I mean purposely." He smiled as I shut the drawer and stood to walk to him.

"What could we even get? Nothing basic." I groaned leaning against his bare chest before he wrapped his arms around me.

"We can do some research."

"Fine." I mumbled into his chest as he tugged me to the bed behind him.

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Sorry it's short, I've been all over the place!

Happy New Years to everyone and we all know that Harold is alive and I've never been more excited for that.