Criminal (punk harry styles)

chapter thirty-two

Delilah's P.O.V.

It's been a month since Harry became a free man. We made a lot of progress with our relationship in that time, we only disagreed on small things like which was the best ice-cream flavour and such. I moved with him back to England for a fresh start, something we both needed.

Harry was so sweet and teeated me perfectly, a complete gentlemen and sweetheart. Anne and I had also grown very close, she'd taken on the role of being my mother and I easily accepted it. She was such a kind woman, and far more loving than my own mother was.

She'd shown me all of Harry's babies pictures and evem pictures of his real dad. It turns out he'd died in a car accident when Harry was 12, which also took the life of his older sister, who was in the back seat. Her name was Gemma, she was very beautiful in the pictures Anne showed me. She was the same age that Harry is now, just starting to learn how to drive.

I hadn't spoken to my father since the trial, and my mom hadn't bothered making any contact with me. I'd been living with Anne since then, working in a normal job with normal people, at a normal wage with normal hours. It was amazing. I was a little sad that they didn't even try talking to me, but I didn't mind all too much. I was finally able to live a normal life with the guy of my dreams.

Harry and I were about to move into an apartment together, everything we owned was packed neatly and ready to go in - which wasn't much since everything I owned was still at my parents' house and Harry didn't own much to begin with. It wasn't a very big apartment anyway, it was perfect for us. The walls were a nice creamy colour and the living room and bed room had warm, dark brown carpets covering the floor.

"Ready?" Harry asked, jingling his car keys in front of my face. I looked up at him and grinned.

"You betcha."

The car ride wasn't very long, but in the short time he managed to slip his hand into mine. It made my insides warm.

"Are you nervous?" I asked him. He nodded his head vigorously, making me giggle. "Don't worry, I am too."

We pulled up at the building around noon, so we got lunch before going in - for the sake of Harry of course, who was absolutely shitting himself.

"Calm down," I frowned. "You're only moving into your own place."

"Really?" he laughed nervously. "That's not what I'm worried about, Delilah. How are you not nervous?"

"It's exciting for me," I shrugged while nibbling on my chicken wing. "Something new, ya know?"

Harry didn't respond.

"We can't put it off forever," I reminded him. We were still standimg outside the door of the apartment building.

"I know," he muttered, grabbing my hand and pushing the door open.

"I love you," I whispered to him as we entered the elevator. He smiled at me happily.

"I love you too."

It was me that had to open the door to our new home, Harry was dragged in behind me. I looked around the large, furnished loungeroom in confusion. Instead of a small, empty space the room was lavished with a dark leather couch and a large woollen rug, a massive plasma mounted on the wall. Rather than a creamy white, the walls were all a chocolately colour, and everything was lighter than I remembered.

"This looks a lot different to what I remember it being," I mumbled, looking to Harry for an explanation.

"Mum helped me find a better one," Harry shrugged sheepishly. So this was what he was so nervous about.