Those Curls

Chapter 12

Brooklyn's P.O.V

Everything in Sophie's room was packed except for her pajamas and an outfit for tomorrow. I needed to pack my things, then the kitchen then and everything else. This would be a night. If only Harry would help me. I hadn't asked him yet, but I didn't think he would, mostly because I did all his and Liam's packing durning the X Factor. And he had been on the phone with somebody for almost two hours.

"Okay bye." Harry said, walking out from the balcony and hanging up with whoever he was talking to.

"Who was that?" I asked, pulling Sophie on my lap and changing her into her pajamas. I stood up and pulled the covers out. I laid Sophie on the mattress and she curled up into a ball. She was pretty much asleep, but her eyes were opened.

"Nobody." Harry said, coming over to Sophie and kissed her forehead. "Night baby." She smiled and closed her eyes. Harry moved and I kissed her forehead too.

"Night baby. I love you." She mumbled something that I wasn't able to hear. I walked over to the door and turned off the light. I let Harry walk out and I closed the door.

"Okay, your flat is ready and cleaned, all you have to do is get packed and ready to go by tomorrow morning." Harry and me started walking down the stairs into the living room.

"Okay, will you help me?" I asked, not getting my hopes up.

"Sure thing. I'll do the kitchen, and you pack your stuff." I went back up to my room and started packing.

When I finished, I had two suitcases and a carry on. All the sheets and everything were in a big bag, and everything in mine and Sophie's room was packed. Just downstairs and the living room left. I wonder how Harry's doing. I walked into the kitchen, and everything was in boxes. Harry was wiping off the counters and he turned around.

"Hey." The look on his face made me miss having him to myself. All to me and all mine. Stop. No, he'll hurt me again. I can't be hurt by Harry again. I have Sophie now. My angel who is exactly like her dad except for her eyes. I know that I'll always have a part of me that wants him, but I can't. I can't do anything with love because I know I would hurt Liam, and he is my best friend.

"Hi. Is everything packed and good?" I asked, walking over to him. He put down the rag and grabbed me in a big bear hug.

"I did it all!" I saw the look on his face, and it was that smirk I used to hate, but it grew on me. Before I knew what was going on, mine and Harry's lips were moving together in sync, and time was standing still. It felt so right, but so wrong at the same time. We pulled back, and I couldn't hide the smile on my face.

"What was that for?" I asked as he let go of me.

"I had to do it. Seeing you and not being able to do that was killing me." My heart started beating really fast, and I felt lightheaded all of a sudden. The last thing I remember was Harry yelling at me. "Brooklyn!"

I woke up in my bed with Harry on the other side of me. He was in the clothes he was wearing yesterday, and I don't remember what happened last night.

Wait, Harry and I kissed and then I felt light headed, and what else?

I heard Harry groan and looked at him. He was still asleep, so I stood up and saw I was in the same clothes as yesterday too. I changed into a pair of short purple shorts and a white tank top. I slipped into my purple Toms and went into the bathroom. I plugged in my curling iron and did my makeup. The iron warmed up fast, so I curled my hair and styled it.

I walked back into my bedroom and covered Harry up, then went to check on Sophie. I opened her door quietly and saw her sitting on her bed with the four One Direction dolls I had gotten her.

"Mummy? Where is Dwaddy's doll?" She knew her uncles and now her dad was in One Direciton, but I didn't know she'd ask about why I didn't get her Harry's doll.

"You don't have it. We'll get it for you when we get home." She smiled and I went over to her bed. "Let's get ready to go home." She got off the bed and went over to the clothes I had laid out for her. I heard the doorbell to our flat ring, so I slipped out and went to the front door. We had the elevator and a door.

"Hi. Miss Greene?" A big burly man asked from outside the door when I opened it.

"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked. Who was he?

"I'm a mover. A Mr. Harry Styles wanted us to take your things to the airport." He said, so I let him in.

"Okay, the kitchen stuff is all in these boxes, and the livingroom things are packed in those." I pointed to the kitchen and the living room boxes that Harry had packed. He nodded and four more men appeared at the door.

"Okay guys. Two of you go to the truck to load it, Matt you go in the elevator with the stuff, and I'll load the elevator." The first mover ordered. They all said okay, so I went back upstairs to check on Sophie. I opened her door and saw her putting her barbies in her little pink backpack. She was fully dressed and her outfit was too cute. It was a pink, loose fitting top with floral pants and pink cuffs at the bottoms.

"You all packed baby?" I asked, walking over to Sophie and picking her up. She smied and nodded. I grabbed her bag pink bag and walked down to the living room. I set her down on the couch and turned on the TV. I left her there and decided Harry would probably need a shower, so I went back upstairs. I opened my bedroom door and saw Harry laying in bed. I walked over to him and sat down on the bed.

"Morning." He smiled at me. I didn't even know he was awake.

"Hey. Do you want a shower? THe movers are here, everything is packed and Sophie is up." He sat up and rubbed his head.

"Yeah. I'll be down in ten and then the mover should be done. The flights at ten, so we can go grab a bite to eat and then go to the airport." He got out fo bed and went into the bathroom.

"Okay." I don't know why, but talking to Harry made me feel safe, but made my heart beat so fast. It felt so right with him being here, but I felt a bit guilty about Liam. What can I do though?