You just came back home from work. You were devastated. Your boss just informed you that you have to move to another city for at least 6 months to supervise a very important project. It was literally the worst news ever. You were supposed to leave your friends, your house and most importantly your beloved boyfriend of two years Harry and move to L.A. From London. Just thinking about it made your eyes water. You felt helpless. It was work after all. You didn't really have a choice. You heard somebody running down the stairs. After a few seconds you were locked in a crushing hug.
"Babbyy" Harry whined. "I missed you so damn much. 8 hours without you is definitely too much for me". You were already on verge of tears and that sentence didn't help. You started to cry. Hard. You felt your boyfriend tense immediately. He cupped your face and looked in your eyes. "Wha-No baby. Love what happened?" he asked frantically.
"Mah bossjustolme hewanme t'movelswhee" you cried.
"What baby I didn't.. Shit. Okay. Just breathe for me. I'm here. Everything's gonna be okay as long as we're together and we've got each oth.." he was cut by your even louder cries. At this point you were sobbing uncontrollably. The things he was saying were only making you feel worse. He was so perfect. You couldn't leave him. That would mean the end of you.
"Shhh please baby" he caressed your cheek but it didn't help. "Dear God.. Umm okay. " he suddenly picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He stood like this for a couple of seconds. You were sure he's going to take you to bed or the sofa but no. He started to slowly walk around the house and whisper sweet things to your ear. That was actually working. You calmed down a little. He continued walking until you stopped crying.
"Y/N love. What got you so upset?" he asked carefully. You sniffled.
"My boss wants me to move to L.A. for 6 months." you whispered and you could literally feel Harry's heart skip a beat.
"Wha-What?" he stuttered and put you down. You looked in his eyes and swallowed.
"He wants me to supervise a project in cali, Harry. He said that I should be happy cause it's a promotion but he wants me to move and I can'tmove t'cali" you started to cry again. Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.
"Yes you can baby. I'm so proud. It's a promotion baby girl. I'm so happy for you." he said but his voice cracked at the end. You knew he was upset as well. He just didn't want to show it. He wanted you to be happy as well as successful and he wanted you to do what you loved to do. He knew that deep down you wanted to go there. Supervising this project has been your dream and the greatest goal. Till you met him. You told him about that one night. You were wasted so you obviously couldn't remember the conversation.
1 year ago
Harry helped you into the car and fastened your seat belt.
"Thank you handsome" you yelled and he jumped.
"Jeez. Don't yell. I'm right here" he laughed and you apologized.
It was around 3 am and he just picked you up from a pretty wild party.
"L.A.'s nice" you said randomly.
"Is it now?" Harry chuckled starting a car.
"Yes. Sarah's going there. She got a promotion. We were celebrating that with da girls" you added undoing your seat belt.
"Well that's good- Y/N fasten it" Harry warned looking at you.
"Wow, you're no fun" you said grumpily and did as he said. "What were we talking bout?"
"Sarah and her promotion" he giggled at your drunken state.
"Oh yeah and she's gonna take a plane to go there." you whispered like it was a secret.
"That's... well that's pretty obvious babe" he shook his head smiling.
"She's gonna be doing my dream jobbb, Harry."
"Are you okay with that? he asked.
"Yeah.. I mean it used to be my dream job.."
"What's your dream job now?" he asked keeping his eyes on the road.
"You" you said simply and he laughed at loud. "Not kidding though. I used to dream about this job like everyy dayy. Going to L.A. was also my dream, y'know.." you trailed off.
"What changed your mind?"
"You" he looked at you knitting his brows. " Ya came 'round and I realized that I'd rather do you than this stupid job" you smirked at him proud of yourself. He was just looking at you for a second. It hurt him that you gave up on your dream because of him.
Present time
"But I don't want it. I don't want it, Harry" you said.
"Yes you do! It's your dream job! We're gonna work this out, okay? I can-I can go with you if you want. I mean. I can try... I can talk to my manager... Shit. I am gonna go with you okay? Whether he's okay with that or not. You are not declining this promotion. Not because of me." he raised his voice and you were just looking at him.
"Harry. You're in the middle of making your debut album. There is no fucking way they'll ever let you leave" you pointed out.
"Well too fucking bad babe cause they will have to! I'm not gonna let my girlfriend throw away an opportunity like this! You look pretty good down here but you ain't really good, Y/N. We gotta get away from here!" you were now crying again. But these where happy tears. "Okay now... just stop your crying it'll be alright" he sang. He was always doing this to make you smile but this time it only made your eyes go wide.
"You'd better write that down or something cause that sounded like a really good fucking song" you said and he quickly rushed to his office.
