FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

SIXTY.

*[Deep breath] Hello...enjoy. That ^ image screams BDE doesn't it*

DECEMBER 13th, 2019.

We barely slept. I mean, how could we? The album had dropped last night at 9pm and we spent the rest of the night reading every tweet, every comment, every post that we could find about it. Just sitting on the couch reading whatever we found back and forth like two giddy teenagers reading text messages from their crushes.

When we finally did go to bed, Harry was still on his phone, scrolling through messages from friends and family that had heard the album for the first time.

His hands were trembling like I've never seen before.  I had to type the majority of the messages out for him because he couldn't stop them.

And he looked so happy. Each time he received a message, his entire face would light up and he'd turn to me and say "hear this one!"

At one point, we decided to just not sleep anymore, giving up no matter how hard we tried. We sat in bed, facing each other as I put the album on the record player in the corner of the room.

And there we were, staring at each other as we listened to his work, smiling so wide our faces hurt. He made special commentary and I'd tell him my favorite part and lyric of each song and every time I did so, he'd sit up and go "yeah?" with the brightest smile there ever was.

By the end, the last song, I broke down. It really fucking hit me then. The fact that he felt that way because of me for so long broke my heart. And I couldn't help but apologize over and over. But he held my face in his hands and shook his head, his smile never fading.

"But we made it." He said.

Sleep eventually won and we fell into each other's arms in pure content. But it didn't last long. At least not for Harry. He woke up pretty early and left me in bed to go for a run. Usually I'd convince him to stay with me, but I wanted to give him some time to reflect on his own.

It's been a heavy 24 hours and he had been so stressed out up until it finally belonged to the world. Now that it's here, I think he just needs time to let it sink in. Knowing the world can hear the emotions he had during these rough times was scary.

I knew that.

He wasn't back by the time I officially woke up, so I ventured downstairs to make him a smoothie for him to come home to. I wasn't too hungry because I was nauseous, so I settled on a dry piece of toast to get something in my body.

I'm still trying to find a way to tell Harry. It still hasn't come up. Not that I don't want it to, I just want the moment to feel right.

To be perfect.

Although, I know if I just threw the test at him, he'd still cry and jump on me.

As of right now, I'll keep thinking.

The front door opens and shuts, the sound of his keys dropping on the table in the living room as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. I shuffle out to where he is, holding his smoothie in my hand.

He's standing near the couch, reading something off his phone before he notices me. A large smile spreads across his face as he hurries over to me. I take in the way he looks with a headband pushing his pretty hair back, putting his face on display for me.

"So this is gonna be marriage, huh?" He beams, reaching out for the glass. "I could get used to this."

I roll my eyes as he does a once over of me in nothing but a robe.