Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Series

Moving Day - Part 40

"Bloody hell, what the fuck do you have in this box?" Harry mumbled as he carried the large cardboard box into his house.

"Um, either my shoes or handbags," you said.

"Really? Cause it feels like a shit ton of bricks," he said putting the box on the floor.

"You know, I told you I would have hired movers to move everything in here," you said. "But said you were perfectly capable of doing it."

"I am," he said. "I just didn't realize your shoes weighed a fuck ton."

You rolled your eyes. "Pretty sure you have more shoes than I do."

"I don't get how you had so much of this shit in that tiny flat of yours," he said looking around at all the boxes and knowing there were still plenty more back at your flat.

"It's called being organized and plus, some of these things were in the storage unit," you said.

"I'm going to go grab some more boxes," he said heading back out to the car.

During your anniversary date, Harry had asked you to move in with him. At first, you were a bit taken back from it, but you quickly said yes. The day after your anniversary, you both went to your flat and started packing up all the essentials and bringing the boxes to his house.

While Harry was bringing them in, you took them up to the bedroom and started unpacking your clothes and putting them in the side of the closet he had cleaned out just for you. You smiled a bit when you saw the empty space, knowing full well just how full that side had been.

"Babe?" He asked walking in, a box covering his head for the most part.

"Oh, over here," you said helping him set it down.

"What are you doing?" He laughed.

"I was just unpacking some things, but then I saw the closet and I was just thinking about how you must really love me to empty out such a huge space for my things in your closet," you smiled.

He smiled wiping sweat away from his forehead,"Of course I do you, dork."

You laughed, "Why don't you take a break, yeah? Cool off, I can order us some dinner and maybe watch a movie?"

"Hm, sounds good, I'm starving," he said. "And I think my arms are going to give out after that last box."

"Maybe you should be working harder at the gym," you smirked.

"Hey!" He laughed throwing a pillow at you.

**

Later that night, you were finishing up your unpacking. You had the majority of your clothes all hung up in the closet and your shoes lined up. The rest of the bedroom boxes were mostly decor from your old room and other little knick-knacks.

"Baby, why don't you come to bed," Harry yawned. "It's well after midnight."

"Yeah, just let me change,"  you said.

He nodded and grabbed his phone to set an alarm for the following day. He had some meetings about coming up with his new tour about to start in a few months.

Once you were changed, you climbed into bed and Harry wrapped his arms around you.

"Does it feel different yet?"  You whispered.

"What?" He asked.

"Me living here? I mean I know I stayed here off and on during the week, but I feel like it feels different knowing my things are here," you said.

"It does," he nodded.

"No regrets on asking me yet right?" You asked.

He laughed,"No, baby," he said. "No regrets... actually I do have a regret and that's not asking you sooner."

"Well, we did have other issues going on," you whispered.

"I'm happy we were able to work through those," he whispered. "I think... I think that's why I decided I wanted you to move in with me. If we were able to get through that, we'd get through anything."

"Let's hope we don't have to get through anything for a good while," you laughed.

"Sounds good to me," he laughed.

"How about I cook you breakfast in the morning?" You asked.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm not the guest in your house remember? I can make us breakfast," you smiled.

"Hm, that's true," he nodded."So, when you put it that way, I expect breakfast every morning and dinner when I come home," he joked.

"Yeah, you start pulling that shit, I'll be gone in a fucking heartbeat," you laughed.

"Don't worry, I was joking about the dinner," he smirked.

"Fuck you," you laughed.

"I'd love for you to," he said.

You grabbed an extra pillow and hit him over the head with it.

"Hey!" He laughed taking his own pillow and hitting you with it.

For the next few minutes, you both had a huge pillow fight before falling back against the laughing and feeling exhausted.

"Truce?" Harry asked.

"Truce," you nodded.

He laughed and turned off the light, before wrapping his arms around you again.

"Night baby," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too," you smiled cuddling closer to him.

You let a few seconds of silence go by before hitting him with a pillow again.

"Oops," you smirked.

Harry just shook his head and the two of you fell asleep.

**

The next morning, you got up and made a whole spread for breakfast. You had the table all set for the two of you and Harry smiled when he sat down.

"This all looks amazing, love," he smiled. "Thank you."

"Now, don't expect all of this every time I cook breakfast, but I wanted our first breakfast as a living together couple to be special," you smiled.

He laughed and took his cup of tea from you as he pressed a kiss against your lips.

"So, what are your plans for today?" He asked.

"I need to get some blog posts written and then probably this afternoon I'll be taking some pictures," you said. "And then in between all of that, I'll be unpacking some more things."

He nodded, "I'll be in meetings for most of the morning and then we may go out for lunch, but if I'm free after that I'll stop by your flat and get the last few boxes," he said.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," you said taking a sip of your tea.

"The sooner we get those out of there, the sooner you don't have to keep paying for your flat," he said.

"Yeah, that's true," you nodded. "I didn't really think about that."

Once Harry had finished up his breakfast, he put his dishes in the sink and grabbed his keys and wallet. He kissed your head before heading out the door and into his car. On the drive to the studio, Harry got a phone call from a number he's never seen before.

He decided to answer it, just in case, it was someone who had changed their number.

"Hello?" Harry answered.

"Is this Harry?" The other person, a male, asked.

"Uh, yes, can I ask who this is?" He asked.

"I'm Y/Dad's/Name, Y/N's father," he said. "I got your number from my ex-wife. I want your help in getting my daughter to see me."