Opposites attract. (Harry Styles )

Chapter 57

"So we are really doing this then?" i ask Harry, as i am packing up some of the kitchen things. 

"Hell yeah we are!" He says. 

"Language! Rosie is in the room!" i whisper yell at him. Rosie is now 1 and a half and has startet talking a little bit, not much, just mama, papa and then sometimes she will try to repeat some of the words that we say. Which is why we need to be more careful. I don't want her to start in daycare and the first thing she will say is "hell" or "Fuck". But me and Harry are kind of on different sides when it comes to daycare, i want her to go, so that she can play with other kids, whilst Harry thinks it's just best if she stays home, cause i'll be home and we can instead just go on playdates. 

It's now only one month until my art gallery opens, and a month until my birthday, so to say i am stressed is an understatement. We are almost done packing everything, and ready to move. I do admit it will be hard to leave London behind, i do really love it here, but i am also ready for something new. I pick up my phone to make a call, but right at that moment my phone rings. 

"Hey Stacy, i was just about to call you." i tell her as i pick up the phone. 

"Hi Aimee, Cool. I was just calling about the collection and when can we pick it up?" Stacy asks. 

"Harry?" i yell out, he and Rosie has left the kitchen. 

"Yes, Love." he says as he sticks his head from behind the door. 

"When can they come pick up my collection? as in when are we ready." i ask him. 

"If they want, they can just come now and pick it up, cause then they can come and help us wrap them up too, cause we will need help with that." he tells me as he walks into the living room. 

"You can come today, Stacy." i tell her. 

"Okay, that is fantastic we will be there in 10" she tells me. I say a quick goodbye and then we hang up. 

I can hear small talk coming from the living room, so i take small quiet steps towards the living room, making sure i make as minial sound as possible. And when i get into the living room they don't notice me they are just looking at my art.

"Look at this, mummy made this." Harry tells Rosie as he points to the pictures. Rosie just looks at Harry and then the pictures that he is pointing to, not completely understanding what he saying. 

"And one day, you will be this talented too. Just wait and see, i have big hopes for you." he keeps on telling her. 

"You have a talented mother, and i don't deserve her, which is why it suprised me so much when she said yes to moving to France with me." he says, i can feel a tear starting to dwell in my eyes. 

"Your mother is the most amazing person in the whole entire world. You wanna know why?" he asks her, as if she is going to answer him. She just looks at him with confusion in her eyes. 

"Okay then, she is the most amazing person because she puts up with me and my bullshit, sorry not bullshit, with all my bullcrap, oh whatever. And she has raised you all alone, mostly. She is also the most beautiful woman on this earth, and i am so lucky to be able to call her mine, and you to call her your mama." 

"mama." i hear Rose say. 

"Yes exactly." he says with a huge smile on his face. The door bell rings, and i run up behind Harry and give him a quick kiss on the cheek, whilst i whisper, "Thank you." and then i run up to the door. I turn around and look at him and i can see the confusion in his face until he realizes that i heard everything that he said, and his face turns red.