You Lost Me
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Bella’s POV
I’m woken up by a loud ringing and an even louder groan. The bed shifts it’s weight followed by a few footsteps. “What Louis?”, Harry growls into the phone as he walks out the room.
I open my eyes and roll onto my back. I stretch my body out being immediately met with a familiar pain reminding me of last night. I smile lightly at the memories. A few minutes later, Harry walks back into our room. “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to wake you. Let’s go back to sleep.” He falls back into bed next to me.
“I think maybe we should just get up. We only have two days left before you have to go to LA for two weeks”, I kiss his nose gently, shifting myself so I’m laying on top of him.
“Or we could just stay here for the next two days”, he smirks.
“You wish! We both know your friends would come up as soon as they get bored. Especially Louis ‘cuz he has the attention span of a fish.”, I add as he laughs at my slightly offensive, but very honest statement about Louis. “Let’s get up. We can make pancakes!” I love pancakes. Especially the type with chocolate chips in them. I roll off Harry and try to find some piece of clothing to put on since I’m still naked from last night.
Harry throws me one of his shirts and a pair of my leggings. I smile as a thanks as he puts on sweatpants and doesn’t even bother with a shirt “So, uh, how do you feel?”, it comes out as a question as he rubs the back of his neck.
“A little sore ‘cuz it’s been so long, but that’s okay.”, I pull his lips down towards mine making him smile into the kiss. We separate when Harry’s stomach grumbles loudly causing him to blush slightly and both of us laugh, “K, I’ll go make pancakes!”
I run downstairs and jump seeing Louis sitting on my kitchen counter, Liam sitting at the table on his phone, and Niall searching our fridge. “You guys nearly gave me a heart attack! How the hell did you get in?”
“Well we all have a key, but that wasn’t needed since that front door is almost always unlocked.”, Liam says as I shrug. There’s no reason to lock it. Harry’s pretty private so our house has a large fence around it with security at the entrance. They know the boys and Eleanor and Dani so they always let them in.
I bump Niall (who is still practically in our fridge and hasn’t even noticed me down here) in the hip, “Get out of the fridge, I’m making pancakes.”
“I bet Harry’s pretty hungry after last night, right Bella?”, Louis smirks. I send him a glare as my cheeks redden.
“What are you saying about me Tommo?”, Harry walks into the kitchen.
“Just that you must be pretty hungry this morning after last night with Bells”, Louis says again as I yawn, “I mean, Bella’s still tired. Did you keep her up all night?”
“Actually yeah, I am pretty hungry from last night.”, Harry says walking over to me and giving me a kiss. I sneak a little batter on my finger and wipe it on his nose. “What was that for?” he says as the other boys laugh.
“Don’t talk about our sex life.”, I turn for Harry’s green eyes towards all the boys but stare at Louis, “That goes for all of you.”
“It’s like she stares into your soul”, Louis mutters under his breath causing Niall to start laughing uncontrollably.
“What was that?”, I ask even though I definitely heard him the first time.
“Nothing MOTHER”, he rolls his eyes.
“That’s what I thought”, I smile. Soon enough they start their own conversations as I finish making the pancakes.
***
I believe there’s a difference between a house and a home.
A house is where you come to eat. A house is used to keep you in one place for awhile, so you’re not on the streets. In a house, many people come and go. For business or work, occasionally a few friends come over. It’s always clean yet nothing has an exact spot. Things are placed where they look right. A house isn’t used to be practical. A house puts on a show. A house tells people you have your shit together, you’re organized even when you feel like you’re a mess.
A home however is different. A home is where you go to after a long day. You walk in and drop your things by the door, kicking your shoes off and throwing them, not caring where they end up. You pick up that soft-and-fuzzy-but-definitely-needs-to-be-washed blanket and swaddle yourself up in it like a burrito before collapsing on the nearest couch to watch Netflix. A home is where your friends and family are. Where you laugh. It’s the room where you close the door and finally allow yourself to break down in the tears from all the emotions you’ve been feeling all day. You’re able to be yourself and express yourself. A home has sweatpants and socks laying around in case you need them or get cold. And it’s where you sleep on the couch or maybe even the floor even though you paid who know’s what for that king sized bed upstairs.
Since returning from the hospital, I’ve always called the place where I live “my home”. It is a home. I’m almost never alone in it, Harry or the boys are almost always here yelling at and teasing each other. The fridge is full of our leftover Chinese food and pizza. Our bed is rarely ever made. It’s our home and I get to share it with the people I love.
“What’re you thinking about?”, Harry pokes me. We’re watching Netlfix and cuddling. I’m just trying to enjoy the day and a half with him.
“You.”, it’s the honest answer. I flip over so I’m straddling him. But there’s no sexual tension between us, it’s comfortable. That’s what I love about us…. even though we did have sex three times already today.
“You’re so cute.”, he tells me. I peck his lips and bury my head in his shoulder I don’t want him to leave. “Hey Bella?”
“Hmm?” I mumble from his shoulder.
“I love you.”
He’s said it before once, but I think it just slipped out by accident. I remember saying it loosely before the accident. Do I love him? That’s a stupid question.
“That’s nice.”, I sit up to see his face. His eyes widen and he stares at me, “‘Cuz I love you too.” Harry smiles and leans in. Our lips meet.
***
I’m woken up by a loud ringing and an even louder groan. The bed shifts it’s weight followed by a few footsteps. “What Louis?”, Harry growls into the phone as he walks out the room.
I open my eyes and roll onto my back. I stretch my body out being immediately met with a familiar pain reminding me of last night. I smile lightly at the memories. A few minutes later, Harry walks back into our room. “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to wake you. Let’s go back to sleep.” He falls back into bed next to me.
“I think maybe we should just get up. We only have two days left before you have to go to LA for two weeks”, I kiss his nose gently, shifting myself so I’m laying on top of him.
“Or we could just stay here for the next two days”, he smirks.
“You wish! We both know your friends would come up as soon as they get bored. Especially Louis ‘cuz he has the attention span of a fish.”, I add as he laughs at my slightly offensive, but very honest statement about Louis. “Let’s get up. We can make pancakes!” I love pancakes. Especially the type with chocolate chips in them. I roll off Harry and try to find some piece of clothing to put on since I’m still naked from last night.
Harry throws me one of his shirts and a pair of my leggings. I smile as a thanks as he puts on sweatpants and doesn’t even bother with a shirt “So, uh, how do you feel?”, it comes out as a question as he rubs the back of his neck.
“A little sore ‘cuz it’s been so long, but that’s okay.”, I pull his lips down towards mine making him smile into the kiss. We separate when Harry’s stomach grumbles loudly causing him to blush slightly and both of us laugh, “K, I’ll go make pancakes!”
I run downstairs and jump seeing Louis sitting on my kitchen counter, Liam sitting at the table on his phone, and Niall searching our fridge. “You guys nearly gave me a heart attack! How the hell did you get in?”
“Well we all have a key, but that wasn’t needed since that front door is almost always unlocked.”, Liam says as I shrug. There’s no reason to lock it. Harry’s pretty private so our house has a large fence around it with security at the entrance. They know the boys and Eleanor and Dani so they always let them in.
I bump Niall (who is still practically in our fridge and hasn’t even noticed me down here) in the hip, “Get out of the fridge, I’m making pancakes.”
“I bet Harry’s pretty hungry after last night, right Bella?”, Louis smirks. I send him a glare as my cheeks redden.
“What are you saying about me Tommo?”, Harry walks into the kitchen.
“Just that you must be pretty hungry this morning after last night with Bells”, Louis says again as I yawn, “I mean, Bella’s still tired. Did you keep her up all night?”
“Actually yeah, I am pretty hungry from last night.”, Harry says walking over to me and giving me a kiss. I sneak a little batter on my finger and wipe it on his nose. “What was that for?” he says as the other boys laugh.
“Don’t talk about our sex life.”, I turn for Harry’s green eyes towards all the boys but stare at Louis, “That goes for all of you.”
“It’s like she stares into your soul”, Louis mutters under his breath causing Niall to start laughing uncontrollably.
“What was that?”, I ask even though I definitely heard him the first time.
“Nothing MOTHER”, he rolls his eyes.
“That’s what I thought”, I smile. Soon enough they start their own conversations as I finish making the pancakes.
***
I believe there’s a difference between a house and a home.
A house is where you come to eat. A house is used to keep you in one place for awhile, so you’re not on the streets. In a house, many people come and go. For business or work, occasionally a few friends come over. It’s always clean yet nothing has an exact spot. Things are placed where they look right. A house isn’t used to be practical. A house puts on a show. A house tells people you have your shit together, you’re organized even when you feel like you’re a mess.
A home however is different. A home is where you go to after a long day. You walk in and drop your things by the door, kicking your shoes off and throwing them, not caring where they end up. You pick up that soft-and-fuzzy-but-definitely-needs-to-be-washed blanket and swaddle yourself up in it like a burrito before collapsing on the nearest couch to watch Netflix. A home is where your friends and family are. Where you laugh. It’s the room where you close the door and finally allow yourself to break down in the tears from all the emotions you’ve been feeling all day. You’re able to be yourself and express yourself. A home has sweatpants and socks laying around in case you need them or get cold. And it’s where you sleep on the couch or maybe even the floor even though you paid who know’s what for that king sized bed upstairs.
Since returning from the hospital, I’ve always called the place where I live “my home”. It is a home. I’m almost never alone in it, Harry or the boys are almost always here yelling at and teasing each other. The fridge is full of our leftover Chinese food and pizza. Our bed is rarely ever made. It’s our home and I get to share it with the people I love.
“What’re you thinking about?”, Harry pokes me. We’re watching Netlfix and cuddling. I’m just trying to enjoy the day and a half with him.
“You.”, it’s the honest answer. I flip over so I’m straddling him. But there’s no sexual tension between us, it’s comfortable. That’s what I love about us…. even though we did have sex three times already today.
“You’re so cute.”, he tells me. I peck his lips and bury my head in his shoulder I don’t want him to leave. “Hey Bella?”
“Hmm?” I mumble from his shoulder.
“I love you.”
He’s said it before once, but I think it just slipped out by accident. I remember saying it loosely before the accident. Do I love him? That’s a stupid question.
“That’s nice.”, I sit up to see his face. His eyes widen and he stares at me, “‘Cuz I love you too.” Harry smiles and leans in. Our lips meet.
***
Notes
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