Rosie's POV:
My phone trembled in my shaking hands as I stared at the front door.
Harry promised that he'd come back at 10pm, but it was now 2:45am and he wasn't answering his phone. I was not going to sleep until he came back home.
I began to brew another coffee and paced around the kitchen, worried like mad.
Bang on 3 am, the door handle started fumbling. I stood a few meters away for it, crossing my arms.
A few seconds later, the door swung open and Harry stumbled in, a grin on his face.
"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU HERE HARRY?!" I whisper yelled as he fell into the he door, shutting it. He dragged himself towards me, opening his arms for a hug, but I stepped away.
"C-come on babe." He whined, slurring his words a little. "No Harry! I've been scared shitless because you weren't answering your phone. I thought something had happened to you! And you have the guts to come in here and act like it's not fucking 3 am?! You promised you'd come home 10!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face.
He looked at me and I couldn't read the expression on his face. I angrily wiped away my tears and sighed, taking his hand. "Cmon, lets get you to bed." I said. I started leading him towards our bedroom and he stayed silent, dragging his feet along the carpet.
"Sorry." He said quietly as we arrived into the bedroom and shutting the door. "It's ok, baby. Just please make sure to answer your phone when I need you." I smiled sadly.
The moment I let go of his hand, he almost toppled over into the set of draws. I grabbed shin again, chuckling and shaking my head.
I steadied him and began to take his black T-shirt off and over his head.
"Ooh." He grinned.
"No, Harry. I'm getting you into bed." I said, rolling my eyes. My cheeks became red as I quickly slipped his trousers off, leaving him in his boxers. He leaned in, passionately kissing my lips a few times.
He collapsed onto the bed as I moved out the way, lifting his legs onto it. I rolled my eyes playfully and went around to the other side, slipping in beside him.
As I did, he fumbled his hands around to find my waist, and dragged my body to his. "Are we dating?" He slurred.
"Yes, we are baby." I laughed.
"Then I'm the luckiest man in the world."
