Flatmates

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'I.. I uhh..' Harry was stuttering, couldn't get his words out. This was hell on earth, I wish he would just spit it out so that I could leave and go home. I don't want to hear what he has to say, but I know I have to listen.

'I.. FUCK SAKE. Sorry. I..' he grabs his fresh glass of wine, downing it in a matter of seconds and slamming the glass back down onto the table. 'I.. will..Jesus Christ. I am so sorry, I am fucking useless at this shit. Look.. us. Can we.. I want us to.. girlfriend..' Harry was making no sense.

'Harry you are making no sense, what are you trying to say?'

'Will you just be my fucking girlfriend? Shit, sorry. That was rude. Be my girlfriend? Please?'

Oh. Oh, that wasn't what I was expecting. I jump up and drag Harry with me, throwing my arms around him. 'Yes, yes. One thousand times yes!' I kiss him on the cheek, remembering we are in a restaurant and sitting back down.

Harry beamed at next across the table, holding my hand as he asked for the bill. I get the feeling my life is about to go 0-60 in a matter of seconds.

***

In the weeks that followed, Harry and I slowly let all of our nearest and dearest know the news. But most of all we just enjoyed being in our own little bubble, the two of us against the world.

I moved out of the apartment I shared with Alex and George to one just down the hallway. Close enough that it feels as though I still love with them, but with my own space. Room for me to work.

Freezy and Lux helped me to turn my spare room into a mini warehouse - putting shelving up to make packing easier, whilst Harry worked on a surprise for me.

I couldn't believe my eyes when he led me to my bedroom, only to find that he had set up the most amazing desk in front of the enormous window. My own space to create my designs, with storage to keep all of my craft supplies in. I was over the moon, having spent the past years working away from a cramped desk, surrounded by boxes of paper and blades.

The boys were adamant that I needed to have a house-warming party, but although I wasn't so sure I agreed. The party bit was fine, it was the mess the morning after that I really couldn't be bothered with.

I spent my Saturday morning putting up decorations, shopping for alcohol and hiding anything breakable. After all - we know how Harry and Freezy are once drunk!

As it neared 6pm I decided I really ought to hop in the shower and get ready. Everyone was arriving at around 8pm, so I really didn't have long. Once out, I dried and styled my hair, slipped on a black mini dress and heels and applied my make-up. I was beginning to get excited for the night ahead, so I perched myself at my kitchen island and opened a bottle of Prosecco. Time to get my drink on!