Crave {h.s}

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Mila

     I was pretty sure I died last night. Being in front of all of those amazing products knowing that they were all fair game killed me. What killed me even more was Harry rummaging through things and pulling them out for me to try on. I insisted I couldn't and wouldn't but Styles packed an extra bag with us onto the plane this morning and refuses to let me know what's in it. "Still thinking about that bag?" He startled me from my thoughts and I kicked at him playfully. "You'll know sooner or later baby" he smiled as he peered at me over his laptop perched on his lap. The flight back home was long and torturous. Harry worked most of the time I read, listened to music, and contemplated life. We finally landed and we're back in Harry's Range Rover which felt like home to me at this point. However, my apartment felt even better. Harry helped me carry my bags up before kissing me goodbye and heading to his place. I had been home for about an hour I had already showered and opened my suitcase when my phone rang. "Hello?" I responded. "Miss Hendrix there's a package for you downstairs" the man replied. "Oh! I'll be right down to get it". When I got down there it was the damn bag Harry packed. I took it and lugged it back upstairs before ripping it open. That sly bastard. I dug through mounds of random junk before I found the small note at the bottom.

Mi,
What you're looking for is at home in your new closet... I think typically you ask someone if they want to move in with you but I think I know your answer.

H

Then taped to the back was a key. Harry and I had talked about how my lease was up and I couldn't decide if I wanted to renew or move further out of the city but honestly living with him sounded like a dream.

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So this is a short update... this story is getting a lot of reads but not much else....