the stranger [h.s]

epilouge

*7 months later.*

Harry and I were officially moved into our apartment in New York. I've started up classes officially. Everything is going just the way we've planned.

Harry is due to return home from tour in three days. I honestly can't wait for him to return back, it's been really lonely with out living with anyone. I went from living with Kiley and Lydia in LA to living with Harry in New York.

As for Kiley, she still loves in LA. She still models and had gotten very far with it.

And for Lydia, she lives in New York now as well. I see her very often thankfully. She moved back to be closer to her family. So I haven't been completely alone.

Tonight was going to be no different that the others, make dinner for one and watch tv for a while, then lay down in bed and talk to Harry until I can't keep my eyes open.

Just as I was about to put my food in the oven, there was a loud knock at the door, followed by the sound of the front door opening.

I cautiously place the food back down and tip toe into the living room.

I reach my head around the corner and see a very familiar face.

"Harry oh my gosh." I gasp as I run to him.

"Surprise." he laughs as he picks up into his arms.

"You aren't supposed to be home yet." I laugh, kissing his cheek.

"I got back early." he says, placing his eager lips on mine. "I missed you." he mutters against my lips.

"I missed you too." I giggle, locking his side making him squirm.

"Whats for dinner?" he ask randomly, his eyes scanning the our apartment.

"I was about to put something in the oven but how about we order something in yeah?" I smile, grabbing my phone.

"Mmm Chinese." he moans.

"Chinese it is." I laugh.

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*2 years later.*

It's literally freezing in New York yet Harry still managed to drag me out.

"Harry we are both going to get sick." I whine, yanking on his arm.

"Nah." he shrugs with a smile.

Harry and I still live in New York together. We both still love it here, although we do both miss LA. We still visit LA very often though.

Although we live in New York, we hardly come to Times Square. It's actually hard to, due to everyone recognizing Harry. But luckily, today no one has even noticed him. I'm guessing his baseball hat and sunglasses help. Also, everyone thinks we are still in London since we just arrived home two days ago and haven't left the apartment.

Harry suddenly stops, turning around to face me.

"Do you know where we are?" he ask suddenly with a smile.

I smile, looking around for the answer but quickly finding it.

"This is where we met." I giggle, recalling the perfect moment.

"It sure is, 3 years ago." he smiles widely.

"Wow." I sigh, looking around.

"I love you." he says smoothly, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"And I love you too Harry." I giggle, reaching up on my tippy toes to kiss him.

I could feel the glares of the people walking by, we were stopped in the middle of a busy sidewalk after all.