"Harry, I'm not moving in with you." I rolled my eyes.
"You didn't even consider it." He mumbled.
"Of course I'm not going to consider it. We just barely got together. I'm moving in three months. My parents would kill me!" I told him.
He was acting like a child.
"You could've at least thought about it." He said.
I turned around to face him. He looked upset. I placed my hands on his shoulders, "Harry, I'm going to New York and if you love me like you say you do, you'll support me."
He reached down and grabbed one of my hands and kissed it, "Its just that I've never really been in a long distance relationship.. It's scary."
I put on of my hands on his cheek, "I'm scared too, but I know how I feel about you. It's strong enough to endure any time zone."
He smiled, "I love how you can always make me feel better."
"That's my job." I smirked and he pulled me closer.
"What else is in your job description?" He whispered in my ear.
"Well to be your shoulder to cry on, to be there when you need me and..." Before I could finish, my bedroom door opened.
"(Y/n), what is going on?" It was Drake. Harry got off of my bed and I could tell that he was scared.
"Drake, this is Harry. Harry this is my older brother Drake." I introduced them.
"So you're the boy band guy." Drake said as he pointed to Harry.
Harry just nodded. It was hilarious how nervous he was.
"You're quite the talker," Drake laughed, "(y/n), I left you breakfast. I have some errands to run. See you later." Drake left and Harry stood there stunned.
"He isn't going to kill me for being in your room?" Harry asked me as I started heading downstairs.
"Drake is a really laid back guy. He and I gave been covering for each other for years. Just as long as you stay on his good side, you'll be fine." I explained to him while we went into the kitchen.
"That's good to know." Harry laughed.
Drake made waffles and they were delicious.
"Your brother is a good cook." Harry said as we started cleaning our mess.
"Just don't tell him that; he thinks it's 'woman's work'."
Harry looked confused, "Well isn't it?"
"Harold!" I exclaimed. Who knew he could be so blunt.
He laughed and pulled me into a hug, "I was just joking."
"You'll be doing all of the cooking and cleaning in the future." I mumbled.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So does that mean you think we have a future?"
Oh crud.
"It's okay if you do." He kissed my forehead and smiled.
"It just slipped out." I muttered as I turned back around to wash the dishes.
I felt his arms wrap around my waist, "I can see us with three kids, maybe four if you let me. Living here in London, just near the countryside. At sunset, you and I sit on sit on our porch swing and watch the sun go down."
As he spoke, I could picture it all. I turned around and placed my hands on his broad shoulders, "That sounds wonderful."
"It does because it includes me." He winked and I couldn't help but laugh. Then reality sunk it. The events of yesterday started rushing in and I knew what we had to do next. We had to resolve things.
"You know what we have to go do now don't you?" I asked him.
He pulled me closer and rested his forehead against mine, "Yeah, I do."
We had to go see Zayn.
