She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 37

Peace. Quiet. Something I haven't had in a few months. I haven't had a chance to sit and bask in the time around me. I haven't had a chance to observe the world quietly. In a few hours, I'll be rushing around again being asked a million questions. In a few days, I'd be hosting SNL, then going on Sofia's and the Late Late Show. Harry also had his one-night show in the forum. Then I'd be running to spend Christmas in England, meeting his mother for the first time. Then running right back to shoot Harry's music video for Watermelon Sugar, and my movie. Before I know it, my clothing line will drop, Harry will be on tour, and I'll be at more award shows.

Peace. Quiet. All I need before I'm running toward destruction. The sound of the beach is the perfect distraction. I shut my eyes, taking in the sunrise from Harry's balcony. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. The best of it was with Harry. His chain still rested on my chest, making me smile. I heard the balcony door open and Harry walked over to me. He sat next to me, holding out coffee and kissing my cheek. I smiled as I took it from his hands and kissed his lips instead.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just trying to clear my head before all of the craziness." I assured him.

"Yes, you have a busy few weeks. But, then you're on vacation." He bumped my shoulder with a small smile. I smiled too.

"You showed your mom your album, right?"

"Yes. She had a layover one of the days you were busy with your clothing line and she didn't want to rush to meet you. She flew out that same night."

"I would've loved to meet her." I looked back at the ocean, watching the sun paint the sky.

"Have you checked Twitter?"

"No, why?" He sighed as I looked over at the phone.

"Jeff sent me a lot of what's being said." He opened the feed and my eyes widened. "A lot of people are happy."

"I'm glad," I said, looking over at him. "Because some other people aren't." I sipped my drink, shutting my eyes to sit in peace.

"Who?"

"Ryan. He's all mad at me for kissing you on the red carpet."

"It was a surprise." He chuckled. I looked over at him.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"Of course not, darling. I was very happy." He assured me, kissing my lips gently. I smiled and turned back to the ocean where his arms wrapped around me in an embrace. "Sunflower?"

"Yes?"

"Have you given any more thought about moving in with me?" He questioned. My stomach turned, but not out of nervousness. I was guilty of not taking Harry's question seriously. Is that what I wanted? Was I scared of that commitment? I hadn't had much time to think about a lot of things.

I know my bank account is growing. The movie is a hit so far, and the press has been insane. Not to mention the fact that my clothing line promo video will be dropping in a few days. The fragrances will be out, and so will the jewelry. I couldn't help but think of getting a house, a new pet, and a new car.

"Taylor sent me a video this morning of her cats interrupting her while she was trying to play the piano," I said, taking out my phone and showing him. Harry laughed lightly, probably confused about me dodging his question. I pulled my phone away and switched to my Google app. It was of a shelter in LA and there were kittens on the page. "I decided that I wanted a cat... a tabby to be exact. I figured I'm in a good spot to start thinking about this."

"That's a good idea." He said, rubbing my shoulder lightly. "But, uh, what does this have to do with you moving in?"

"I don't know if I want to rush into it yet. Sofia and my lease is up in six months, so I need to know her plans. You'll be on tour soon... I've been overwhelmed. And now I want a cat." We both laughed at my poor life decisions.