Harry's POV

I felt like I was on cloud 9, everything seemed perfect. Just incredible. Things with Elliot were easier then I expected, I thought for sure she would never want to see me ever again. But thankfully she did want to see me again, and she has a big enough heart to give me a second chance. Spending all day with her is a dream. She looks at things in a different light that I have a hard time seeing, she really opens your eyes.

And she doesn't care what others think. Thank God. If she heard what other people were saying about her it would kill me. They are beyond mean, saying that Elliot broke up Zoe and I's relationship, that she's a crazy girl who has changed me, they truly have no idea who she is as a person. She has changed me, but for the better, she's really made me open my eyes, I wish they could see that.

Elliot left on Friday evening, saying she had a standing cousin date with Joe. I loved how close she was with her family, I really wish she would have stayed but she was right to not make us go too fast.

Saturday I went golfing with friends. And I couldn't wait to see her when I was done. I kept checking my phone to respond instantly if she called or text, I was teased mercifully but I didn't care. We spent the afternoon shopping, and to my surprise she only let me pay for a t-shirt for her, and lunch. A t-shirt. It was less then 20 bucks, I kind of just wanted to spoil her but she refused.

Sunday she went to church. Then spent the whole day in my backyard, barefoot, messing around. I thought it was too cold but Elliot insisted on just breathing in the air and spending time away from the tv. She could be an odd creature.

Today was Monday. I had nothing to do, things were very relaxed after we got our album pretty much finished back in London. I talked to Zoe a little bit, she didn't have anything new about the baby to tell me. Just informing me that Jared has known about the baby since the beginning which frustrates me to no end. I just want to know.

I texted Elliot a few times and got no response so I decided to call the studio.

“City Yoga this is Polly.”

“Yea, Polly, is Elliot there?” I ask.
“Hey Harry, yeah, she's here, super busy. One of our new instructors went home sick so she's had four back to back classes today. Shes teaching her last one, has an hour break then another two classes.” She explains.
“Jeez, how can she do that?” I think out loud.

“Well, its not usually like this but we're down two instructors today so we've both been working hard today.” She tells me.

“Okay, well can you tell her I called? She doesn't have to call me back but I just want her to know that I did.”

“Sure thing, talk to you later Harry.” Polly says chipper.

I hang up the phone and immediately text Joe asking if I can swing by and plan a surprise to make Elliot have a better night. There is no way she can teach six classes today and not be dead. He tells me where the spare key is and I quickly pack some things in a bag and drive over to their house.

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I hear a door slam and I instantly know that Elliot is home. I try not to smile because I know she's probably having a bad day but I just love seeing her.

“Hey babe!” I yell from the kitchen so I don't alarm her.

“Harry?” She yells back and I can hear her drop her keys in the bowl, kick her shoes off and not quietly walk up the stairs.

She reaches the top of the steps and leans against the door jam. “What are you doing here?” She asks.

I turn and face her, she looks tired. “I heard that you aren't having a good day so I wanted to come over and make the day better.” I see her face light up just a little bit.

“That's really sweet Harry.” She comes over to me and grabs me for a hug. I feel so domestic right now, cooking in the kitchen for my lovely lady. “Thank you.” She murmurs into my shoulder. I feel her body just relax in our embrace.

“Anything for you. Go take a shower.” I demand from her. “Dinner will be ready soon.” She pulls away and looks over my shoulder.

“Did you make cookies?” She asks suddenly wide-eyed.

“Maybe.” I smile at her. I know she can't resist a good cookie.

“Thanks!” She hops around me, snags a cookie then runs to the bathroom.

“You'll ruin your dinner!” I shout after her laughing.

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She comes back quietly and perches herself upon the island in the center of the kitchen as per usual. I'm stirring the sauce, I decided to make some chicken parmigiana, its easy to make but I had to call my mum for the recipe which turned into a rather long conversation about how excited she was that Elliot was talking to me again.

“Harry?” Elliot looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Yes my lady?”

“Did you wash my sheets and make my bed?” She pulled her arms to her chest, straight, wet hair draping over her shoulder.

“Maybe?” I ask, wondering if she'd get mad that I did that or not.

“You did then?” I nod sheepishly. “Thank you, I love fresh sheets. What did I do to deserve all this spoiling?”

“Absolutely nothing but be the most beautiful, loving, hard-working person I know.” God I've so falling for her. “Dinner's ready. You going to eat up there or join me at the table?” I tease her ever so slightly, she would eat up there for everything if I'd let her.

She rolls her eyes, hops off the table and makes our plates up as I grab some chocolate milk from the fridge, her favorite.

“You got me chocolate milk too?” Her eyes wide.

“I know you love it.”

She sighs. “Can you just stay here everyday and be my personal assistant? You've made my day a million times better.” She sets our plates down next to each other by the table.

“I'd like nothing more then to see you everyday.” I truthfully inform her. We eat in silence, after Elliot compliments me many times for the food, I'll have to remember to pass it to my mum. As we're almost finished I finally get the courage to do what I've wanted to do for a long time.

“Hey Elliot?” She looks up and smiles. That smile, she's constantly smiling. Well except when I broke her heart by lying to her. “So, I know this is fast but my feelings haven't changed since October, seeing you again just made me realize that I don't want to mess this up.” I take a deep breath to steady myself. “So, what I'm getting at, will you officially be my girlfriend?” I ask not looking at her, suddenly feeling like I'm in middle school.

“Ask me again.” She whispers.

I look up at her, in her eyes this time. “Elliot, will you be with me and only me?”

“One more time please?” She giggles.

I look at her confused but obliged. “Ok, Elliot, will you be my girlfriend, pretty please?”

“I'd love to be your girlfriend Harry.” She stands up and plops on my lap wrapping her arms around my back as I squeeze her and pull her in close. When she pulls away I don't let her pull to far before I press my lips to hers and let myself get lost with my tongue. I pull away as things start to get heated, and close my eyes, just knowing she's next to me is enough.

“Why did you make me ask you multiple times?” I ask.

“I just liked to hear you say it, asking me to be your girlfriend, I don't think I'll ever hear you ask it again so I wanted to hear it a few times.”

“Well if it's my way, it will be the last time you'll hear it from anyone.” I tell her, truthfully, it's odd to know that I already know she's the one. I'll fight with my life for her.

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“Hey, I have another question to ask you.” I start. We're laying on the couch watching Elliot's favorite movie, E.T., odd choice you would think but not for Elliot. She turns her head to mine and nods. “I have a wedding to attend in two weeks, a music producer friend of mine, would you like to join me?”

“I'd love to. Oh, I love weddings.” Of course she loves weddings, she loves everything.

“Well that's settled then.” I smirk at how easy things have gotten with her. My girlfriend.

My girlfriend, that can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, has suddenly zonked out draped across my arm as we lay here cuddled on the couch. I let her though. I feel like she fits so perfectly there. It's still early, only 8:30, but she's had a long day, I'm surprised she's made it this late.

After a half an hour my arm starts to fall asleep though and I realize I should probably get her to bed. I gently shake her shoulder, feeling a little bad that I have to wake her.

“Harry, leave me alone.” She whines.

“Rainy, lets get you into bed.” I hop out from behind her and help her up, following her down the hall to her bedroom. I pull the covers back as she strips off her sweatshirt and sweatpants, leaving only underwear and a small tank top. I look away quickly, turning my attention back to the bed. I mean, I am attracted to her.

She pushes past me and crawls in to bed snuggling up right away. I lean in to kiss her good night when she turns to me, “You're not staying?” She opens her eyes to look in mine. “My boyfriend isn't staying the night with me?”

So corny, but I almost melt at the sound of hearing her say the word boyfriend. “You want me to?” I ask.

“Of course I do, stay with me.” She whines and I easily concede, stripping off my shirts and pants, climbing in next to her and pulling close to her. My body has ached for this.

“Good night boyfriend.” I can tell she's smiling even if I can't see her face.

“Good night girlfriend.” I close my eyes and fall asleep, the quickest I've fallen asleep since October.

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