JOVY'S POV
Harry drove me back to my appartment, holding my hand while he drove. The ride was silent, but we didnt care. Neither if us dropped our smile.
Harry pulled up in front of my flat and ran around to open my door for me.
"How chivalrous, dear," I say, giggling as he takes a small bow.
"Only for you, darling," Harry says with a wink, making me blush.
I let us into my flat and tell Harry to just wait in the living room and that I wouldn't be long. He agrees and with a kiss to his cheek, I quickly go to my room to get ready.
I pull open my wardrobe doors and begin shuffling through the ugly clothes. I was beginning to lose hope when I saw it. My royal blue strapless dress that gathers just above my waist and lossely falls to mid thy. I slipped it on with my black heels and run to my bathroom to try and make my appearance different.
My face is flushed and my blue eyes are shining in aftermath of kissing Harry. I blush just thinking about and shake my head as I pull out my curler. I quickly curl my naturally straight hair and put on some light and natural make up with light pink lip gloss. I slip on my fathers watch and my mothers ring. I brush off my dress and take a last look at my reflection in my full length mirror. I frown at my choice of shoes. I kick off my heels and slip on my converse. Feeling much more comfortable and much more like myself, I smile and step out of the bathroom. I grab my purse on the way out of my room.
I walk into the living room and see Harry leaning against the couch scrolling through his phone.
"Ready to go?" I say, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
Harry looks up and looks taken aback. Smiling, he walks over to me, pulling me into him by the waist.
"You look absolutely stunning," He whispers and lightly kisses my forehead. I giggle and nuzzle into his chest. He pulls back and adds, "By the way, love the converse."
I smile. "Thanks, Harry," I say and kiss his chin playfully.
"Let's go," He says, grabbing my hand and leading me the out the door. I lock the door behind us and we make out way to Harry's car.
While we drive, Harry grabs my hand and says, "Jovy?"
I turn to him. "Yes, Harry?"
"Do you miss your brother?" He asks, lokking at the road.
My breath hitches and I turn to look out the front window. "More than I've missed anyone except my parents. I talked to him a couple of days ago on the phone. He says he's doing well, but he sounds tired."
Harry squeezes my hand. "I'm sorry," he says, looking melonchaly.
"It's okay," I say, weakly smiling at him.
He searches my eyes as if he knows it truly isn't okay, but says nothing and keeps driving. My brother is literally my lifeline. When my parents died, and after my little issue with the boy downstairs, I was literally losing my mind. The only thing keeping me stable was having Jake around. Not having him in London with me is like missing a piece of myself.
"We're here," Harry says, breaking my thoughts.
I step out of the car and see we are in front of a town home and an antique shop with a corridor between them. I give Harry a funny look, but he just smirks and takes my hand.
"Follow me," He says and leads me down the corridor.
I'm going to die, I think to myself. He's going to murder me.
As I'm saying my last prayer, Harry takes me through an entry way and my breathe is caught in my throat. He's led me to a garden, lit up by Christmas lights and small lamps. In the center of the garden is a table for two with candles in the center and rose pettles on the ground around the chairs.
My mouth drops open and I turn to look at Harry. He's already looking at me. I smile and say, "Harry, this is incredible. This must have costed a fortune!"
He shrugs and says, "It only costed me two back stage passes and a couple pictures for the woman and her daughter in this townhome. They gladly lended me their garden for the evening. I called them as soon as you went to get ready. She's an old friend of my mom and her daughter is a friend of mine from school. They were more than happy to help me."
I smile and throw my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. He smiles back and leads me over to the table. We settle in and begin conversation when a woman and a teenage girl come out of the house, carrying plates of spaghetti and a couple of waters. I smile at them and say thank you for the food and the garden. The woman says it is her pleasure to see Harry so happy. I blush and they go back inside they're small home.
Harry and I talk about his life rather than mine, which I'm thankful for. I learn about his sister Gemma and his mother. He tells me stories about his father and step father. He tells me about his friends and their band White Eskimo. I smile as he explains his X factor adventure and how he and the boys became immediate friends. His life is so extraordinary and perfect. I wondered what it was like to be such a celebrated person.
Harry and I leave with a last thank you to the kind owners of the beautiful garden.
Harry takes me back to my apartment and walks me to the door.
"That was marvelous Harry. Thank you," I say, hugging him.
He chuckles. "Always, love. You deserve it."
I smile. "Nobody has ever been so caring before. Not even my only boyfriend."
"Then he's a moron, because you're perfect, and you deserve it," He says, kissing the top of my head.
"You want to come inside?" I ask unlocking the door without turning away from his gaze.
He smirks and says, "I'd love to."
I suppose it's guessable what happened next.
You're right!
We drank apple juice because that's all I have in my fridge and watched reruns of Spongebob until we fell asleep cuddled together on my couch.
Not joking.
And it was one of the best nights of my life.
I'm falling fast for this one.

Notes

Sorry for the delay! They're cute together. I'm thinking I'll write a few chapters in Niall and Kyle's points of view. So we can see how their relationship is progressing as well. What do y'all think?

with love,
lifeisabook