Forever And Always - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter Twenty One

Your POV

I throw the last of my clothes into my final box and tape it up, piling it on top of the other two. I stare out at my unfamiliarly empty room, all that remains is my bed, desk and chest of drawers. I sigh and pick up my boxes, fumbling to open the door, and make it to the kitchen before I have to drop them again. I stretch my back and look around at all my furniture I'm leaving behind for the rental.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye." I sigh to myself, running my hand softly along the kitchen bench. I'm more emotional then I thought I would be, I mean, I've lived here ever since I graduated high school, but knowing I'm going to live with Harry makes everything worthwhile. I hear a knock at the door and snap out of my trance, walking over to open it.

"Hey!" a chirpy, blonde-haired girl says excitedly, grinning at me.

"Hi! You must be the rental!" I smile, gesturing her in. Her bright green eyes spring around the houses excitedly, taking it all in. She wears tight green skinny jeans with a long navy knit that hangs off her shoulder, paired with some nude pumps. She looks good, and I become slightly self conscious of my own clothing choice; tight blue jeans, a large beige knit that slumps off one shoulder and black wedges. But then I realize we look almost identical. She also realizes this and starts to giggle.

"Yes that's me! My names Vanessa." She smiles, holding out a hand.

"Hi Vanessa, I'm (Y/N)." I smile back, shaking her hand. "Well, she's all yours." I sigh, picking up my boxes and taking one last look of the place I called home for so many years.

"Thanks. I'll treat her well." She assures me, and I'm sure she will. I smile and hand her the keys, balancing the boxes momentarily on my knee.

"I'll catch you around." I say, before stepping out of my house for good.

Harry's POV

"But what if it all goes wrong? What if she doesn't like it?" I ask Louis, pacing up and down the living room as he sits on the kitchen bench flipping through a magazine.

"Haz, nothing can go wrong. She wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to move in with you. This is just the cherry on top." I run my hands through my hair and open my mouth to say something, when I hear a car pull up outside.

"Oh shit Lou she's here!" I say, jogging over to the door.

"Everyone remain calm!" Louis says in a low voice, laughing to himself as he rolls off the kitchen bench and runs up the stairs. I twist the handle and open the door before she gets the chance to knock.

"Harry!" she smiles, kissing me as I pull her close and wrap my arms around her.

"Hey baby." I smile, resting my head in the crook of her neck and kissing her shoulder.

"Where's your stuff?" I ask suddenly, hoping she hasn't changed her mind.

"It's in the car, don't panic babe." She giggles, tapping her hand on my chest.

"Oh perfect!" I say, taking her hand and leading her back to the car.

"What do you mean? Where are we going?" she asks confused, as I open the door and sit her in the passenger seat. "Ive got a surprise for you!" I say excitedly, strapping her seatbelt on and kissing her forehead, before running around to my side of the car and getting in.

"I hate surprises!" she groans, as I tie a blindfold firmly around her eyes.

"I know babe, but I think you will like this one." I grin, seeing how helpless she is.

"I hate you!" She mumbles, trying not to smile.

"I'd believe that but I can see you smiling babe." I laugh, starting the car.