**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I woke up, the song I wrote yesterday not where I put it, and my trig book on my desk. Someone had been in here. And the other side of the bed was cold. Either Harry never came to bed or he got up earlier than me. It was only 8:30 though. I wonder why he was up so early.
Yawning, I walked myself to the kitchen, where my favourite breakfast was sitting on the counter. Shrugging, I stuffed my face and read the note on the counter.
Let's play a game, hmm? If you can find me, you get a prize. But first, explore around. You'll get clues so that you can find me. And at each clue, you get something. Your first clue is this, how much do I love you? xx -Hazza
I thought hard. What was one of our dates? One date Harry took me out to a field and told me that all the stars in the sky didn't amount to how much he loved me. Not exactly what I would call original but it was a good start. I got in my car and drove to that hill. Sure enough, Louis was standing there with a small box on top of the hill. Laughing, he came down.
"Here you go, and Eleanor put a spare pair of clothes in your car, just in case you forgot to get dressed," he handed me the small velvet box. It was a silver necklace with an H engraved in it. It was gorgeous. And oh-so expensive.
"He knows I don't like him spending money on me!" I groaned.
"Shut up. I don't know why you don't like it. But you're going to have to get used to it. Now turn around, I have to put the necklace on you," he demanded. I turned, reluctantly, and he slipped it on me. The heart falling right above my breasts. It was perfect.
"It's gorgeous," I whispered, tears speckling my eyes.
"Don't cry! Just be happy, and now for your second clue. Maybe I'm just in love, when you wake me up," Louis said.
"Hmm... Maybe I'm just in love, when you wake me up?" I thought hard about what would make sense. "Oh I know!" I kissed Louis's cheek and ran to my car. I sped to the first hotel me and Harry had stayed at with each other and pulled in to the parking lot, a beaming Eleanor standing there. I put up my fingers in a one second sign and threw on the skinny jeans and Ed Sheeran tee shirt. I pulled my hair into a ponytail before stepping into my white ballet flats and stepping out.
"You clean up nice, here's some gum though," Eleanor handed me some gum. "But Harry wanted you to come here because of this," she handed me a small bag.
"What's in it?" I asked.
"Just look in it!" She laughed. I looked in it and saw a small slip of paper. It read "Hold me tight, don't let me breathe". More Ed Sheeran quotes.
"Is it a clue?" I asked.
"Yeah, figure it out," she looked like she was about to explode. Then I thought of Harry and mine's karoake experience. We'd sung "Firefly" by Ed Sheeran.
Without even saying goodbye, I sped off to the karoake place.
****
I sped inside, ignoring the whistles of the guys as I jogged inside. Jesus, El, this bra? I ignored it and searched for the head of curls that was Harry. I finally found them, in the back.
"Hello," I nodded politely, ignoring the waitresses protests and I walked to the back, to a smirking Harry.
"Hey, gorgeous," he said, grabbing my hand and sitting me down next to him.
"You stole my lyrics," I accused.
"Precisely. But I want to ask you a question."
"Go on," I said, wary of his expression.
"I want to ask you to buy a flat with me. Like us move in together. But I want us to buy a house in the Bahamas. Like on the coast," Harry bit his lip like I might say no. Why would I say no to me and Harry having our own house?
"You know I don't really like surprises," I began, making him look down with shame, "But yes, I would love to move in with you." His eyes lit up.
"Good, cause I already bought us a house there. Here's a picture of it," he showed me a picture of a giant mansion. http://bahamas.travelkeys.com/sites/default/files/images/panos/pano-bahamas-travelkeys.com.png
"Harry, it's gorgeous. Thank you so much!" I threw my arms around his neck.
"I love you, Christina," he whispered at me.
"I love you too. Although this doesn't exactly fix you stealing my lyrics, or ignoring my calls/texts," I whispered back, kissing his cheek.
"It won't happen ever again, despite what management says," Harry promised. I hugged him tighter and breathed in the smell of his Axe and spearmint gum.