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I sit on the counter of the kitchen tired as hell. I spent all day cooking. Harry's dad will join us for dinner tonight. Harry said he would get home with his dad around 6pm. I finished in time. My feet hurt from standing up and moving around the kitchen like a crazy woman.

I look up at the high ceiling from my seat on the stool. Harry and I changed lamps when we moved in, we didn't like the original ones. We did renovations on the kitchen, all the rooms upstairs and the deck leading to the garden. We did a lot of work on it. And I remember the day we decided to live together.

"This is one of the best views ever. Look at the eye!" I put my finger on the window, pointing to the London Eye. Harry's apartment has a giant glass window, almost the size of an entire wall. I move to sit on the couch and he joins me with some chips and two glasses.

"Great view but... You remember how I told you that I want to buy a house? I think it's a good investment, for the future."

"Yeah, it's a great idea. You should get a house. But not so centric. Still in London of course but in a little more private area. Up here you have privacy because it''s high but at a house you're on ground level so it's not so private unless you make it private enough for you. But still close enough so you can visit me here."

He rests his head on his fist, looking at me intently. "Really? And where would that be?", he asks me.

"I don't know, I don't know London very well yet, I'm still new here." I stifle a laugh and he smiles.

"Tell me something", he gets closer to me on the couch, our legs touching, "how would your ideal home be?"

My ideal home? Never really thought about it. I give myself a minute to think about my answer. "White walls, glass walls, wooden details like doors and floors, white bricks, open spaces... A wooden deck leading to a big garden full of flowers and a small pool for hot days. Oh and a very big swing where I can read."

Harry's smile grows on his face as he pulls a paper out of his back pocket. "Like this one?" He hands me a pamphlet. A beautiful big white house with white bricked walls is printed on it. I open the pamphlet to find photos of the inside of the house. I look up at Harry and he must notice my surprised face.

"Yeah, exactly like this one. Who's house is this?"

"Mine." He says in a cool tone, shrugging his shoulders and taking a drink of water from his glass. "Ours if you agree to live with me."

"You bought this house already?"

"Yeah, the thing is that it's too big for one person. It needs at least two people." His smirk grows. "Two people as in you and me."

I'm so shocked. But it's a good shock. I new that Harry would buy a house, he has mentioned that he wants one but never did I think that he would want me to live there with him.

"I want to live with you. I'm tired of waking up in your place and having to leave, knowing I'm gonna sleep alone that night. I want to wake up next to you every single day and sleep in the same bed, share a kitchen counter at breakfast, share a bathroom and a shower occasionally..." I laugh at his shower comment, "I want to share this place with you. It's not my house, it's ours if you agree. Ours, we both own it. Ours."

I stare at him and he stares at me as a small smile plays on my lips. He is absolutely crazy. I get up from my seat and jump on him, making him lay flat on the couch. My arms go around his neck as I straddle his waist and kiss him all over his face.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I want to live with you too!" His laughter fills my heart.

So we made the next step. I signed all the paperwork and one week later here we were. I remember when we chose to paint it ourselves, starting with our bedroom. We pushed all the furniture to the center of the room.

"I like this color." Harry goes through the catalog of paint samples.

"Bone? I don't like it, it's like a dirty version of white." I cringe and he smiles. "Okay fine, how about this one?"

He holds up the white sample and I smile. "Okay white I like."

We buy so much paint that I'm sure it's enough to repaint the White House. We get home and get into our paint outfits. I wear my old green shirt and some shorts. Harry wears a black tank top, showing off his toned arms and tattoos, and shorts, those denim shorts that reach just above his knee. He looks hot.

He opens the first can of paint and hands me a big paint roller. He pours some paint on a little white box. "So... Have you painted a wall before?", he asks me.

"Of course I have." I haven't.

He smirks at me. "Are you sure you have?"

"Okay no but how hard can it be? I just roll this over that box with the paint and then roll it over the wall. Or do I need an equation to paint?" I smile.

"Nope, no equation but you're gonna get tired trust me."

"I won't. I bet you I can paint this entire wall without my arms getting tired."

I got tired. I brushed the roller like three times and my flimsy arms couldn't hold any longer. I brushed the roller a couple more times. I knew Harry was watching me. He was painting the wall next to the one I was painting. Every ten seconds he would look my way smirking, waiting for me to wave my white flag. Not happening. I keep brushing and brushing the wall with white paint until I felt two arms around my body as two big hands hold the roller in front of me.

"Just a little help." He kissed my ear. His hands started moving the roller up and down the wall as my hands rested on his arms and my head fell on his shoulder. I felt his biceps contract from the movement. I grabbed the roller from his hands and threw it on the floor. I turned around to see Harry's shocked face.

"Enough, I'm tired of painting." My lips crash on his and his hands go to the hem of my shirt removing it. I fumble with the button and zipper of his shorts.

We had sex on top of the newspapers we layed to cover our floor. We spilled one entire can of paint and we got up naked to clean up the mess.

As I relive those fun times I hear the front door open. It's must be Harry and his dad. I hear footsteps around, some male voices and a door open and close. Seconds later Harry comes in the kitchen and stands between my legs.

"What did you cook?" He asks smiling, leaning down to peck my lips.

"Where's your dad?"

"I asked my question first." He smiles a childish smile and tangles his fingers in my hair. "I made a delicious meal, you'll see. Where's your dad?"

"In the bathroom, relax woman." He leans down to kiss me, really kiss me this time.

"I love our house and I love living with you. I love to share everything with you."

He looks at me confused as if my words are saying that I've grown a second head. He laughs, clearly confused and I get him, I said my thoughts out loud. "I love our house too baby and I enjoy living with you."

"Enjoy?"

"Yeah, when I lived with Louis and then when I lived alone, I could leave my dirty clothes on the floor, leave dirty dishes on the sink, eat on the couch..."

"Well those are my rules if you don't like them you should've said so, silly. I still would've made you do all those things because you know", I shrug my shoulders, " I like bossing you around once in a while."

We both laugh.

"I put up with those stupid rules because you put up with my great rules."

"Harry, your only rules are to walk around naked and to always have water bottles in the fridge." I put my hands on the back pockets of his jeans.

"And I always get to drink cold water because you comply with my rule. But I don't see you walking around naked so we have a problem."

The bathroom door opens and Harry's dad walks to the kitchen.

"We can be naked later", I whisper in Harry's ear before his father comes in the kitchen.

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