As we walked through the door to Harry's apartment I got a text from my dad, telling me to call them.

We were now sitting by the computer, talking to them over skype. I had told them everything about the destruction of my apartment, well they had heard some of it on the news and wanted to know the whole truth. My parents had seen Harry once before over skype, but only for a minute because he was on his way out, he basically just introduced himself and then went. We hadn't had time to call them together before now.

My mom looked really worried, sad even and I was kind of scared that she would ask me to come home. I didn't want to go back home, but then again, I didn't have an apartment here either. My dad looked angry, I was scared that he would yell.

“What are you doing about it Harry?” He asked all of a sudden, taking me by surprise.

“I've hired more bodyguards to stay close and Sofia is going to stay here in my apartment when I go on tour. There is more security here and no one will come in without invitation.” He say without hesitation. I look up at him surprised. Stay here? We hadn't talked about that.

“Wha-” I try to say but my dad interrupts me.

“Good. What about her old apartment?” He asks. I feel confused and look at the screen again. Why is he talking to Harry like I'm not even here?

“It's taken care of. The guys and I emptied it from personal belongings today and tomorrow a cleaning company is coming to fix the rest. I've already told the landlord that she wont come back and that they can rent out the place as soon as we're done.” He sounds like a business man when he talks, very proper. I feel the shock on my face. What? How come I haven't been in this discussion at all? He has just given up my apartment? MY apartment. And expects me to live here in his. I take a deep breath putting up a facade in front of my parents, they don't need to get involved in this. But Harry's going to get it later. God I'm mad! How could he do this?

“Good.” My dad seems content with how it's handled and drop the subject. “So Sofia, are you coming home in august like you said?” He ask me with a little happier voice.

“Yes dad, I'd said I would. I'm going to book the tickets tomorrow.” I say, trying to shake off my irritation. Not succeeding totally.

“When are you planning to come? Your mother is planning a party.” I sigh feeling Harry's eyes on me.

“You don't need to do that, I don't need a party.” I say, not wanting to be rude, but still – I don't want a party.

“Of course we do. And beside everyone wants to see you.” My mother say, smiling.

“Fine. I'll be home sometime on thursday that week.” I say, giving in. I don't want to fight with them.

“Grate. It will be fun.” My mom say cheerily.

We say our goodbyes and close the computer. Harry's eyes hasn't left my face, but I can't look up at him. I'm just to irritated and I know what his eyes can do to me. I walk over to the sink, taking out a glass and pours some water into it.

“Party?” He asks softly beside me. I sigh.

“For my birthday.” I say low. I don't like to celebrate my birthday and honestly just wished that I could forget about it this year.

“Why didn't you say anything?” He ask cautiously, leaning against the sink beside me.

“Didn't want to make a big deal about it.” I say, putting the glass down on the counter.

“Your birth is definitely something to celebrate.” He say a little amused, I just sigh. “Hey..” He brings his hand up to my cheek, trying to get me to look at him.

“Don't.” I snap and he drops his hand in shock. “I can't do this right now. I'm too mad at you.” I say through clenched teeth, without looking at him.

“Why are you mad at me?” He sounds really confused and I look up at him likes he has lost his mind. He has to know that I would get mad at him. Right?

“Are you kidding with me?” I almost yell, taking both of us by surprise. “You emptied my apartment? You're bringing cleaning people there? And you give away my apartment? Just expecting me to move in here without even talking to me?” I shout at him. He looks a little lost.

“I didn-” He tried to say something but I cut him off.

“You're insane Harry! You can't decide on what I can and can't do. It's not up to you.” I say with a lower but harsher voice. I can't stand this, it's too crazy. I storm out of the apartment not really knowing were I was going, leaving a very stunned Harry in the kitchen. I didn't have anything on me, like my phone or money, so I couldn't really go anywhere. I went down the elevator to Eleanor's floor and knocked on their door. I am so mad that I have tears in my eyes. Eleanor opens the door and looks happy to see me, then she takes in my posture and expression and hold her arms out to me. I go into her arms and relaxes a little, one single tear drop down my cheek.

“Come sit down.” She say, holding me back and takes my hand. “What happened?” She asks as I sit down. Louis come into the room then and stops.

“Should I go?” He asks hesitant to what's happening.

“No, you don't need to.” I say with a sigh. “I'm just mad.” I say taking my head in my hands.

“What happened?” Eleanor asks again as Louis sits down.

I tell them everything and they doesn't seem surprised, so I guess they already knew. That kind of makes me even more irritated. Why didn't Harry talk to me? How could he just make these decisions on his own?

“He's just looking out for you.” Louis say with a sweet voice.

“But still, he could have discussed it with me.” I snap at him.

“Yes he could. But cut him some slack, he's gone crazy since this all happened. His out of his mind with worry. Specially when he knows that we are leaving soon again.” He say with a pleading voice. I look up at him and he smiles sweet at me. I guess he has a point. I just wish that he had talked to me. I though that was what you did when you were in a relationship.

“He really loves you.” Eleanor chimes in.

Louis's phone buzzes than and he picks it up. He looks at me before answering.

“Hey Haz. Yeah she's here.” I roll my eyes at him, where would I be? “Just chill for a moment, she'll be up in a bit.” He say before hanging up. Louis gives me a stern stare, like a father who says that how it's going to be. I can't keep from smiling at him and he gives me a cocky smile back. I just shake my head as I lean back against the couch, taking a breath trying to calm my body down.

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I walk into Harry's apartment, well I guess it's mine now too, since I'm apparently staying here. I take a deep breath trying not wind myself up. I see him sitting on the couch with his phone, he looks up and puts it down when he sees me.

“Hey..” He say carefully when I sit down a few feet away from him. I look down at my hands, not really knowing how to do this without getting too upset. “I'm sorry.” He says softly. I look up at him and see a scared expression which makes my insides melt a little.

“I can't believe you did all that.” I put my forehead in my hands and shakes my head.

“Please don't be mad at me. I didn't think you'd be upset by it. I thought you wanted out of that place.” He looks at me with pleading eyes. I sigh.

“Yeah, but why didn't you talk to me? Tell me you were planning on doing all that? Maybe I wanted to save some of my stuff.” I say a little desperate. All my stuff! I knew it probably wasn't anything to save, but still. I should have looked through it.

“My and the lads went through everything. We have a small bag with some books that survived and some other stuff, but it wasn't much that wasn't destroyed.” He say looking down, embarrassed. I shoot my eyes up at him.

“The guys went through my stuff?” I ask in panic. “That's not embarrassing at all.” I add ironically. I try to think off what I had in my apartment, did I own anything awkward?

“It's not. You don't have anything to worry about. Besides, if you'd had something embarrassing in there, someone else would have already found it.” I guess that's true. I sigh and lean back to put my head on the couch cushion. I grunt loud in annoyance. Harry moves closer to me, sitting just besides me but don't touch me. I look up at his distraught eyes, my heart melting even more. I know that this all has been hard on him and I'm not making it better. I take his hand and feel him relaxing a little. I guess he did it all for my sake, to make it easier on me, which is a nice thing. I need to accept it and move on. I think it was more the shock of it all that made me go crazy. Everything at once.

“So you want me to move in here?” I ask calm and he look down at me, with hope in his eyes.

“I'd like that very much.” He lets out a breath. It's not like I'm moving in with him, he's not even going to be here. It's only temporary.

“Fine.” I say and see the smile grow on his face, forcing the dimples to come forward. I can't keep myself from smiling back at him, that smile is my favorite thing in the world. He leans carefully forward, stopping an inch from my lips, looking into my eyes to ask for permission. I lean forward, closing that inch and kiss him softly. His hands caressing my cheeks. He leans his forehead against mine and his whole body slumps from the tension leaving.

He holds me close against his chest as we sit on the couch. I can feel him hesitating, wanting to ask something, but doesn't because he thinks I'll get upset again or something.

“What is it Styles?” I ask softly after a while of hesitation from him. He clears his throat.

“Well, I was wondering something...” He didn't finish that sentence. I look up at him.

“What?” He has a very strange expression, something between sad and uncertain.

“I was just wondering about that birthday thing.” He said finally and I lay my head back on his chest. I knew this was coming and wasn't sure that I wanted to talk about it. I didn't say anything for a while, trying to figure out what I should say and how.

“It's just...” I start and he strokes my arm slowly. I take a deep breath. “It was my best friends birthday also.” I say and I could feel the confusion from him.

“Was?” He asked.

“Yeah, she died a little less than a year ago.” I whisper, not able to say the words out loud. It still hurt to think about it. This would be my first birthday without her. I felt the tears that had started to run down my face. Harry held me closer and kissed my head.

“What was her name?” He ask after a while.

“Emma.” I said through the tears. It was the first time in so long that I'd said her name out loud. He holds me a long time, till the tears dries and I no longer feel like new once are coming.

“You wanna go to bed?” He ask and I nod. I was too tired after this long and emotional day.

I get ready and pull one of Harry's T-shirt on me, I walk out to the bedroom where he is waiting for me in bed. I crawl down under the cover and he pulls me closer to him and I cuddle into his chest. For some reason I'm no longer tired. I sniffle a little from all the emotions and his arms tighten around me. I inhale deep and feel the perfect scent of him. I start to kiss his collar bone and hear him inhale deep.

“Sofia.” He says, breathing. “Don't. You're still crying, babe.” I hadn't realized that I was until he said it, the tears streaming soundlessly down my cheeks.

“But we need to.” I argue.

“No, we don't.” He says and pulls my head up to look at him.

“Yes, we do. We had a fight. We need to make up.” I say stroking his chest, looking down at it.

“We can do that tomorrow.” I just shake my head. “Babe, I can't do that when you're crying.” He say low, trying to wipe a few tears away with his thumb.

“Please!” I beg, looking into his eyes. “please” I whisper. He looks torn at me, hurt in his eyes. I know that I can change his mind. I run my hand down his stomach and run my fingers through his happy trail, an involuntary groan slips through his lips. He looks serious at me before he lean in and kiss my lips softly. I press myself against him and push my tongue in his mouth, exploring it. He grunts low as he press his hands on the back of my head and at the bottom of my back.

“Stop crying.” He whispers against my lips, begging. I ran my hands through his hair, feeling the tears dry off as I felt the desire taking over. I layed myself on top of him, lightly grinding myself against him, making him moan into my mouth. He pulled my shirt off and caressed my breasts. I moaned his name as I felt myself go hot with pleasure. I bit the bottom of his lip, which made him groan and turn around so that I was under him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he grinded against me.

“Please Harry.” I begged and he pulled down my panties and his briefs fast. His erection was soon pushing inside me with pleasure, his lips on mine. I moaned loud.

“I love you.” He whispered after a while against my neck, biting and kissing it.

“I love yoooouu.” I shouted as he increased speed, slamming into me with force. It felt so good. I got shivers all over my body, feeling the welcome pull in the depth of my stomach.

“Ohhh, I-I... I'm gonna... come.” I said breathless, feeling myself go. I screamed out with pleasure as the orgasm hit. Harry continues a couple of thrust more before he grunted and fell on top on me, breathing heavy. He kissed my neck over and over again, moving up to meet my lips.

“Better?” He ask chuckling. I laugh though it hurt my now worn down body.

“Much.” I smile as I ran my fingers over his jaw and kissed him soft.

Notes

Well, here is an update. I'm so tired today.

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