New York [harry styles au]

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[TRIGGER WARNING: ASSAULT/ SEXUAL ASSAULT/ INTENTIONS OF RAPE]
"I think it should go here." Harry said as his hands moved the frame slightly to the left. I stood from afar and scrutinised its position.

"Move it back to the right."

"I've just had it to the right."

"Well, move it back." I ordered and he sighed.

"There, what about now?"

"Perfect."

"Thank the lord." He lets go of the painting after it is securely hanging from the screw.

"Where did you get this again?"

"Some guy was giving them away for money yesterday, I think he was homeless." He moved to stand beside me, to see my view of the painting.

"So, they were his?"

"They were his."

"How much did you pay for it?"

"You always ask so many questions, Winona." He chuckled, "I paid 25 for the piece."

"It is a lovely piece. I especially like the blue colour, it's almost like a..."

"Gloomy blue."

"Yes, that's right. A gloomy blue." I agreed.

"I like it too."

"You suit that colour."

"The blue?" I nod, "You're saying I look gloomy?"

He turns around and starts to gently prod at my waist, I move away, he follows. We are suddenly chasing each other around the living area until we land back in our safe haven of the sofa. We're both in fits of giggles but I notice Harry stop laughing before I do, instead throwing a serious gaze at my eyes. He scans my face with admiration before softly touching my lips with his own.

"Winona?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you too." I spoke truthfully, playfully pecking his nose with my lips.

"We need to leave here sometime soon. We can go anywhere, you and I, from Australia to Europe. Staying here isn't necessary anymore, we can leave everything and everyone behind – go somewhere where nobody knows our names. Wouldn't you like that, Winona? To do what you love best, travelling, but with me?" Our eye contact didn't shift once and I felt suddenly emotional from his outburst.

"Yes, Harry." I nod, "That would be perfect."

"I love –" The buzzer interrupts his declaration and he rolls his eyes.

"I'll get it." I crawl from underneath his body and approach the small plastic speaker near the front door, clicking the button to hear Angelina's voice.

"Winona, come down here, I have news." She says.

"I'll be right down." I let go of the button and grab Harry's shearling jacket, kissing him goodbye before stepping out of the door and down the stairs. Angelina is immediately noticeable from the small windows of the giant double doors of the complex and her arms fall over my shoulders the instant she lays eyes on me.

"Guess what?" She says into my ear with excitement.

"What, Angelina?" I smile at this new-found hopefulness.

"I have a job! It only took, what, a year?" She chuckled and I clutch her even tighter. If anybody deserved this type of news, it was Angelina.