Stuck : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 24

Part 24

It’s been 3 days since I moved out to London and I still haven’t told Harry I heard him tell me he loves me. I don’t think it was meant for me to hear and I don’t want him to feel awkward.  I have been working hard on getting moved in.  I have a week to get settled before I start work.  Sometimes I get a little home sick but being here feels so natural.  Harry and I have been spending a lot of time together and I am on cloud 9.  It’s already been 6 months since I met him.  It feels like so much longer.

We have been getting a bit more…romantic with each other. We haven’t had sex yet but that is on me.  It’s been so long since I’ve had sex with another person besides my ex and that was so long ago.  Now somehow I am going to have to keep up with an 18 year old.  It’s been on my mind a lot lately, probably way too much.

Right now I am sitting in the middle of my living room on the bare wood floor surrounded by boxes.  All of my belongings have now made it to my place and I have so much more to unpack.  Do I really own all this stuff?  I know if I just dive into this stuff I could finish so quickly but I have been sitting here for so long I think my legs are stuck in this crossed position.  Part of me wants to throw it all out and start over. I am sure I don’t need all this stuff.

I really do have to start finding places for these things because I am having furniture delivered today.  As promised Lou did find me a bed and had it in here all set up for me when I got here.  It’s a nice bed too, so comfortable.  Ok now I want a nap.  It’s so hard to focus when I’m alone.  If Harry was here he would be on my case about procrastinating….and Lou would be trying to find the box of panties.

They’re busy being famous so I am on my own today.  Part of me wants to stick the rest of these boxes in the basement and revisit them at a later time.  The furniture should be here soon and the state of this place is embarrassing.  I am in charge. Nobody is here to stop me.  The spare room is about to turn into the box room instead of an office.  I have decided.

I should mention I am afraid to leave alone.  The boys are much more well known here than in the states so that means I am more well known here.  We haven’t been out in public together yet but going out for groceries turns into an all day thing.  You have to be ready for questions.  I feel like I need to study for when I leave the house.  Sometimes I don’t know what Harry has said about me and I don’t want to say the wrong thing.  Technically we don’t have a label on the “relationship” so I have to be careful with the words I use.  It’s exhausting.  And the furniture is here.