DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 45

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Harry?" I called from beside him. We were currently both laying on his sheetless bed, catching our breath from the quickie that Harry lured me into. We were both fully clothed, the only piece of cloth that was missing were the panties under my floral dress.

"Yeah, baby?" His breath was coming out in puffs, as he tried to even it. He quickly pulled his black boxers over his exposed length and zipped his pants, before turning on his side to look at me.

"I-I love you." I knew I shouldn't be lying to him. I knew I would have to tell him eventually, but somehow professing my feelings for him was easier than taking him out of the oblivion and telling him the undeniable truth.

I was just glad I hadn't started to show just yet.

"I love you too, angel." He planted a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose and left the bed, assuming his previous position and packing the last of his stuff, as my boxes took the space of the living room.

During the last couple of weeks, Harry and I found the perfect apartment for us and the best thing was that it was just three blocks down the street, which was going to make extremely easier for us to visit Liam anytime we wanted.

The apartment had a conjoined kitchen and living room, one master bedroom, one bathroom, a small office for Harry and a guest room, which we were planning on turning into a studio for me, but I knew that it wasn't actually happening, since we were going to need that room for the nurs- "Babe?" Harry interrupted my thoughts and I snapped my gaze from the ceiling.

"Sorry, what?" I shook my head. "Could you give me a hand?" He nodded towards the boxes. I stood up and helped him put the rest of his things inside a box, before taping it closed.

After taking all of the boxes into the living room, I made my way back to Harry's room. It looked so empty; the wall on the right were now covered in empty shelves, the bed was just a piece of furniture sitting in the middle of the room, there were no more band posters on the left wall and the opened drawers of the nightstand showed no sign of a presence in the room.

All that the room was left with was the memories. Memories of those heated, passionate nights that Harry and I shared, but also memories of that haunted time of my life, like the nights Harry would hold me until I stopped sobbing; or when he would find me curled into a ball on the floor and he would stay there with me, holding me and telling me that I was going to be alright.

Nonetheless, those were the memories that made us, defined us and turned us into the couple that we were today. Without going through everything that we did, I doubt we would be the same.

When I thought about it, I wouldn't change a thing – even the rape. Yeah, it was the worst thing that ever happened to me, but it all contributed to our present and future and to the amazing man Harry turned into and it was all worth it, for without our past, we wouldn't be this close.

"Sad about leaving?" I recognized the familiar, raspy voice and turned around, watching Liam leaning into the doorframe, with a sad smile on his lips and I nodded.

"I didn't feel like this when I emptied my room back at Ana's." I admitted, hugging myself from the cold emptiness.

"I bet you didn't. You used to spend most of your time here anyways, this is-was your home." Liam corrected himself and walked inside the room, taking in the general desolation.

"Yeah... But I'm home wherever Harry is." I smiled, remembering of my curly-headed-green-eyed boy, making Liam smile too.

"Harry is what?" Harry asked, reaching towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist, so my back was pressed against his chest and I sighed, feeling the most peaceful I've ever been.