"What?" It's like he can't hear me, but I'm sitting right next to him.

"I'm going to Cambridge." I repeat for what feels like the twentieth time.

"But... That's in England?" He looks exhausted, I guess it's kind of a big thing to divulge.

"Yeah it is," I smile.

"Aubrey..." He sits up on the edge of the bed and runs his hands through his already unruly hair.

Well, this isn't the reaction I had hoped for.

"You can't just drop out of Stanford?"

"Yes I can, classes haven't started yet." I state. "Don't you want to go to the same school? I thought you'd be happy?"

I know I'm happy. The thought of Harry and I being apart has consumed me since the day he told me he wanted to move back to England. I've been thinking of ways to make this work, and I've finally decided that this is what I want and need, what we want and need.

"But Stanford is your dream school? You're just going to drop out for me? You've wanted to go to Stanford longer than you've even known me." He's now standing up, looking exasperated and confused.

"I want you more. And Cambridge is just as good of a school, if not better than Stanford. They have a really good pre med program, and they have you." I smile shyly.

"I just don't understand." He shakes his head.

"What's there not to understand? Aren't you happy?" I frown.

"You shouldn't drop out just for me, it's not fair to you. It makes me happier than you'll ever know that you would consider this, but you can't." He grabs his jacket off of the back of the chair and storms out of the room.

I would chase after him, but I'm so confused. What just happened? I thought he would be bouncing off the walls with excitement after I told him. I never expected him to tell me not to come with him...

Yeah, Stanford has been my dream school, but dreams change. I want Harry more than a university. I can get just as good of an education in England, and I'll have Harry with me as an added bonus.

I'm happy with my decision, why doesn't he see that? Why doesn't he see that this is what I want? Trust me, I've put a lot of thought into this, like months of weighing out the pros an cons of staying here and moving. Hell, I even went to Cambridge to look at the campus when I went with Harry to England when gran was sick. I never told him because I wasn't for sure. Now I am sure, well I thought I was, until he reacted like that. I know he loves me, but his reaction maker me a little uneasy.

I decide to call him, maybe I can explain this better to him. Of course, he doesn't answer. And he thinks I'm stubborn. Okay, I am, but so is he. I wish he wouldn't have walked out so we could discuss this.

I suppose I'll just give him some time. As I take a shower, I put myself in his shoes. If he were to tell me he was going to stay here and go to Stanford or a school nearby, I would feel a little guilty. I wouldn't want him to give up his dream just for me, and I would feel a but ambushed. But Stanford isn't my dream anymore, I don't need it, I need him.

I cut my shower short so I could call Harry again, and he doesn't answer again. I'm not letting this rip us apart. It makes no sense, my attempt to keep us together is tearing us apart. I have no idea why, I want this, I thought he wanted this.

In an instant, I change into my jeans that lay on the floor and pull on a random sweater before putting my hair into a bun. I grab my keys and head to my car, we need to talk. I need to know what he's thinking.

Minutes later, I pull up outside his house, and thankfully his car is parked in the driveway. I knock on his door for at least two minutes before it swings open and Harry is standing there, looking annoyed. Thankfully his parents are out of town.

"Why did you just leave?" I almost yell. I hadn't planned on raising my voice, but I'm frustrated and I need to understand his point of view.

He sighs loudly and rubs his eyes with his hands.

"Can we at least talk about this?" I ask.

"Yeah, come in." He turns around and I follow him in, shutting the door behind me.

"Do you not want me to go there? I thought you'd be happy?" I am much more calm, simply because I want answers.

"Of course I want you to go," he sighs again. "I just don't know how to feel about it, your dream is Stanford, I don't want to take that away from you." He almost looks sad, hurt even. I walk over to him where he's sitting on the couch and straddle him, placing my legs on either side of his lap.

"That's not my dream anymore, I want to go to England." I explain and move the hair away from his forehead.

"But you shouldn't have to, it's not fair."

"I want to, Harry! This is what I want!" I reiterate. "I've thought a lot about it."

"Are you sure though? It's a lot... Moving to a different country?"

"I'm positive. I wouldn't make this decision without thinking about it. Cambridge is a great school, and I want to be with you." I smile and caress his face with my hands.

"I want to be with you, too." A small smile forms on his lips. "Are your sure about this, Aubs?"

"Yes, Harry."

"I don't want you to do this just because of me." He admits.

"I'm not doing it just for you, I'm doing it for us. I can't be apart from you any longer."

"So you're really coming with me?" His smile grows, thankfully he understands now.

I nod and my grin practically reaches my ears. Harry and I will be together again.

"I don't know what to say..." His smile remains, and he won't break eye contact with me.

I silence him by pressing my lips against his. Oh how I've missed this. Feeling his soft lips against mine, being close to him.

"I'm so happy Aubrey." He pulls back, but keeps his hands on my face. "and I'm sorry for leaving earlier, I was just.. Overwhelmed."

"I know, it's okay." I assure him. "We're going to be together again." I smile and rest my forehead against his.

"Do you're parents know?" His demeanor changes into a much more serious expression.

"Yeah... They're a little apprehensive, but they support me.. Us." I correct myself.

"Aubrey, I can't even explain how I feel." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "I can't believe you're going to be there."

"I can't either."

"I love you." He speaks before planting a long, sweet kiss to my lips, taking my breath away. It amazes me how he has such a great affect on me.

"I love you." I breath and close the gap in between us once more.

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After a heavy make out session, I can tell Harry is still overwhelmed with all of this.

"I need to get my stuff from my dorm at Stanford, will you help me?" I ask and drape me legs over his lap.

"Of course," he smiles. "So are you planning on living in a dorm at Cambridge?"

"Yeah." I shrug.

"Really?"

"Yeah, should I not?" I laugh. "Aren't you?"

"No. Live at gran's with me."

"Uh..." I don't know how to respond to him. I don't see us breaking up anytime soon, but living with him? It overwhelms me. What if something happens? Where would I go?

"Don't you think that's a big step... Living together?" I almost whisper. The idea scares me to be quite honest.

"Aubrey, you're moving to England with me, and this scares you?" He chuckles and it causes me to laugh. "C'mon, it'll be a lot cheaper, and you'll have your own room. And you'll have me right across he hall." He winks.

Sold! My conscious smiles.

"Are you sure that would be okay with gran?"

"Are you kidding? She loves you, she wouldn't mind at all. I'm sure she would insist."

"Okay."

"Really?" His boyish grin forms again, and my stomach does summersaults.

Is this really happening? I'm moving to England with Harry, and I'm going to be living with him?

"Yeah, if it's okay with her, of course."

"I can't wait." He pulls my legs so I'm closer to him before he leans and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for doing this."

"Thank you for being worth it."

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