New York [harry styles au]

15

15.
We didn't leave Beatrix's flat until two hours into the next day. Angelina didn't wake from her long nap in my arms; Beatrix and Harry sat on the sofa opposite me to stay near me as I comforted her. I almost fell asleep with her at times. We all whispered to each other silently, as to not wake her up from a sleep she obviously needed, but the smile had returned to Beatrix's face. Smith came home to her flat at 1am and entered to numerous 'shh's as Beatrix tried to explain the situation to him without waking Angelina, guiding him into the bedroom and slowly closing the door behind him. I peered up to Harry sat on the sofa, a silly smile on his face and it couldn't help but to turn the ends of my own mouth along with it. He caught eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry about before." He whispered, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees.

"It's okay." I whispered back but my speaking had moved Angelina, she began to fidget slightly before falling back asleep again. Harry looked relieved once she was still again, I glance back up to his wonderful face.

"I love you." He mouthes and I suddenly feel my heart miss a couple beats. That was the least I expected whilst holding a drugged up friend and it being my mission to stay silent. I looked down to the ground past Angelina with a deep smile and a deep blush to match.

"I love you too." I mouth back to him and I see relief wash over him. My stomach suddenly felt like it was doing somersaults. He blows a kiss my way before leaning back against the sofa, the door to Beatrix's bedroom soon opens afterwards.

Smith steps out, throws a grin to us both, before moving to the kitchen and I hear him take a glass from the cupboard. Beatrix moves over to perch onto the sofa beside Harry.

"Angelina is going to sleep in my bed with me for a few days." She silently says, and I nod. "Just until she's feeling better. Smith will take her from you in a moment, Winona, he will carry her to the bed. You two must be exhausted by now."

We don't reply. Harry just nods towards her lazily, giving her arm a friendly squeeze, while I just smile a sympathetic grin. It wasn't long before Smith returned and gently took Angelina in his arms, making his way into the bedroom with her; with the pace of a snail. Once she was in bed, Harry stood and suggested that we now make our way home. Harry stepped out of the apartment first and Beatrix came to my side as I neared the front door.

"Thank you for everything, Winona, you're such a dear." She told me before wrapping her arms around me, much like Angelina did though this didn't last as long, and I hug back. Then I leave.

I find myself falling asleep in the passenger seat as Harry drove us home. But after five minutes, Harry beeping the horn to another car in traffic wakes me up from the light sleep.

"What date is it?" I ask him as I peer at the clock on the radio.

"November 6th." He answers and a sudden realisation hits me.

"Wait-- today's my birthday. Wow, I'm-- I'm 21 today." I say and Harry turns to me with wide eyes.

"How have you only just realised it was your birthday?" He questions with a chuckle, placing his hand over my thigh. "I would have prepared something."

"Your company is enough, Harry."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"I love you." He suddenly says, and I snap my head to him, the blush falling over my cheeks again.

"Stop it." I joke.