"Is this everyting?" Liam asked as he picked up the last of my bags.
"Yup. That's it. The rest can stay here, I can always come back if I need it." I placed my hand n Liam's arm. "Hey thanks for helping me move in. Thanks for actually letting me move in too, it means a lot."
I flung my arms around him and he patted my back. "It's ok," he smiled.
I pulled away from him. "Alright let's move these boxes!"
I picked up a box a carried it next door. I walked into the room to see Zayn, Niall and Louis all bent around the boxes I had brought in before.
"What is all this stuff?" Niall asked bewildered.
I peered into the box that he waspointing to. "Oh that! That's just all my make up."
"How much do you have?"
"Oh not much," I pulled out some makeup bags. "This is for all my eye liner, this bag is for my nail polish, this bag is for my mascara, this bag is for my lip sick and this bag is for my eye shadow."
"Jaida," Zayn said, "there are still at least a dozen others of those bags."
"Yeah! You can't expect everything to fit in one bag! Gosh! You guys have no idea do you!"
"I have no idea what half of this stuff is used for!" Louis exclaimed.
"Would you like me to show you?" I asked mischieviously. "Harry babe come out here for a second!"
Harry emmerged from the bedroom. "What's up?"
"Come sit," I said patting the spot next to me on the couch.
An hour later Harry sat next to me, his face completely covered in makeup.
"Can you show us how to do the lipstick again Jaida?" Niall asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I think I may have forgotten how that one was used."
"NO!" Harry portested squatting my hand away from his face.
"Naw. Please Hazza babe. For me?" I asked with a puppy dog face.
"Don't look at me like that!" Harry complained. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Please?"
Harry sighed. "Oh alright."
I giggled and reached for my brightest shade of red lipstick. I twisted off the top and Harry pursed his lips.
"There! Beautiful!" I exclaimed, playfully laying a kiss on Harry's nose. I grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him to the full length mirror in our bedroom.
"I look quite good don't I?" Harry said pouting.
I hugged him from behind. "Why yes you do, Mr Styles. Why yes you do."
I placed my chin into the nook of his shoulder and leaned my head onto his neck. I stared at our reflections in the mirror and the way we just fit, like we were always meant to be. I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist and he placed his hands on mine. After some time he removed my hands and turned around to face me. I placed my hands on his chest and Harry ran his fingers through my hair. He lowered his head and whispered in my ear.
"I love you so much. I'd give up the world for you." His hot breath on my skin sent tingles down my spine.
"I love you too," I said leaning into him, pressing my body against his. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating from him and I could feel his heart beating underneath his woolly jumper. It was then that I realised that this was it. Home wasn't Australia anymore. Me, Harry, here, together. This was home. And I never wanted to leave.
