It's finally the last day of classes before the winter break kicks in. The start of Christmas break tomorrow will give us all a nice needed time out to spend with family and friends over the festive period. Personally, I will be spending most of the time getting ready for the first round of exams that start almost as soon as we get back. But I will be reserving some time for rest and relaxation of course. And with the final stages of moving in with Harry beginning this afternoon, I'm hoping that there will be more opportunities to spend time together.

"This class is pointless right now, is being here is stupid" Heather grumbles from her slumped position in the chair next to me.

"It's not completely useless, she's going over the stuff we need to know for the test" I quietly whisper to her. Everyone else is talking around us; but I still refuse to be disrespectful to the lecturer standing mindlessly droning to the front three rows that are actually paying attention.

"But it's shit we've already learned. Plus she's uploaded it to the class page, she's literally reading off the slides. This is bull" Heather insists, sitting upwards slightly and staring at my screen.

"Well there's only five more minutes, you can do this" I gently encourage her. I do envy her c'est la vie approach to life sometimes, but it does sometimes come across as laziness.

"So that means that I've been bored out of my mind for 85 minutes now, life really is wonderful" She remarks in a harsh tone.

"Whats gotten into you today?" I enquire, turning my attention away from the lecturer and focusing it instead on my best friend. She's been in a bad mood since we got here; taking turns alternating between sad and pissed off.

"Ugh it's nothing...No it's not nothing, it's Brad" She huffs, turning her body sideways in the seat, not even pretending to pay attention now.

"What'd the bastard do now?" I ask in a quiet voice. I haven't met Brad and I don't know that he's done anything wrong; but I know for sure he's cheating on his wife so, bastard. Heather lets out a slightly amused laugh in response.

"He's not what he's done it's what he hasn't done, or maybe more what he continues to do" she sighs with a slight smile. She takes in my confused look and jumps to clarify. "I'm still getting the same old shit from him; 'I love you' 'I'm going to leave her after Christmas' 'I just don't want to hurt the kids' you know, all that crap"

"I thought you didn't want him to leave his wife?" I ask her, the last time we really got into it she had her heart set on leaving him because she was sure that she didn't want a future with him.

"Exactly I don't want him to leave her, but he doesn't listen to me and so he thinks that that is what I want to hear. He thinks he's such a prize that I'm begging him to leave her so I can be his new wife and start popping out kids like they're tic tacs. When really all I want is dick and money" Her words make me want the seat I'm sitting on to swallow me whole, at least she said it quietly.

"Oh don't give me that embarrassed look. Now that you're finally getting dick you know how great it is" She lectures me with a joking tone, rolling her eyes at my wide eyes.

"Moving on from that" I sputter out quickly. "Why don't you just dump him?"

"Because I like the lifestyle that being with him has given me, and I'm not about to give that up around the season of giving. Plus he's preoccupied with family time so I don't have to hang out with him as much as normal" she informs me, turning her attention back to the lecture ever so slightly.

"So, I'm still confused as to what the problem is" I tell her. If she's decided that she won't break up with him until after she reaps the festive rewards then why is she so pissed off?

"The problem is that it doesn't feel the way it used to feel. It used to be all about fun and excitement, and now that has worn off and we are left with nothing left to get excited about. He's always ditching me to hang out with his family and I have slowly stopped caring about it. I used to enjoy just hanging out with him, he wasn't bad company in the beginning. I guess I just want things back the way they were" She lets out a sigh after she finishes explaining. I'm still a little lost, but I think I can find my way out.

"So then break up with him in the New Year and get the angel club to start looking for new matches for you. Maybe someone less married this time?" I try and give her the advice in a non-judgmental way. Part of the reason as to why she didn't tell me about her boyfriend is because she knew I would judge her for seeing a married man, so I don't want her to think I'm judging her.

"Yeah I've already thought about that, but I know he's going to try and buy his way back into my life. And I'm a sucker for diamonds I'm going to come crawling back so fast and he knows it"

"Well is he does try that, why don't you think about what you need instead of what you want" She looks at me blankly, so I try and explain my point. "I just mean that when he calls you up and begs for you to come back or he sends you expensive gifts, you remind yourself about how unhappy you really feel when you're with him. You instead think about how much better it will feel receiving gifts from a man who doesn't hide you and prioritises you and your relationship"

"Yeah, that's actually good advice. I guess after seeing you and Harry at your birthday I'm kind of wanting both, you know both the love and the money" She says with a faint smile. I'm a little sad that seeing Harry and I together made her upset about her own relationship. But honestly, whatever gets her out of this obviously toxic and wrong relationship.

"It's definitely possible to have both, and it's great, really it is" I reassure her. Not that Harry and I have ever said the L word to one another. But I still feel it, at least I'm pretty sure I do.

"Speaking of; you excited to move in with your man?" She holds her head up with her hand, a wide smile nod present across her lips. She's perked up a little now, I guess she just needed to vent.

"I'm excited, and I'm a little nervous too. This is a big step, what if I move in and he decides that not only does he hate living with me but just hates me in general and we break up?" I say quickly, completely aware that I'm rambling like kind of an idiot.

"Well slow down there, you've already been basically living with him for ages now and not only is he not sick of you but he's removing the possibility of you staying somewhere else. Which means that not only does he love when you stay over, but he wants all you and all of your shit there with him all day long. Trust me, he's not going to get rid of you now" Heather says with a roll of her eyes and a smirking grin. I know she's probably right, he wouldn't be thinking about dumping me if he's asked me to move in. Obviously that means that things are moving in a positive direction.

"You're probably right, it's just a big step. You know how I get nervous about this sort of stuff" I let out a sigh of my own, the lesson before us having been completely abandoned. I'm sure I can read the lecture notes online after class to see if I missed anything important.

"Well you should probably start getting used to that 'sort of stuff'. My prediction is that in a year from now you'll be flaunting some big rock on your hand that will weigh you down when you walk" Heather flutters her hand dramatically, she thinks I'm going to be engaged in a year. Yes, things between Harry and I may be moving fast, but damn not that fast!

"You think I'm going to be engaged in a year? Are you out of your mind?" I whisper shout to her, her ecstatic grin shows me that she's very excited at the hypothetical thought of an engagement.

"Without a doubt. You know me, I'm kind of psychic. Just don't let him convince you to have the wedding at one of his hotels, he can get that for free and yes it's beautiful but I have two words for you. Destination Wedding. Bora Bora is so beautiful, you could get married on the beach, you could fly everyone out there, it would be amazing" She replies dreamily.

"Yeah you save that for your future wedding, I'm not even thinking about that sort of thing because it is so not in my immediate future" I reply quickly. Six months ago I didn't even know this man existed, I don't plan on marrying him within a year of meeting him. I also didn't plan on moving in with a man, really ever. There is so much about my life right now that I would have never thought would happen. I guess that's how life goes sometimes.

"Just don't forget about me when you become Mrs Styles and have all of your fancy society friends" She giggles and then sighs triumphantly as the lecturer announces the end of the class. "Thank fucking Jesus lets get out of here"

I quickly pack up my things and we walk out together, carried by the waves of the other students eager to leave this place behind for the next couple of weeks.

"So back to your place for the last time then?" Heather asks as we step out into the chilly brisk air. Early December weather is one of my favourites, it's not quite ready for snow yet but it is well cold and I'm finally allowed to hide my body underneath layers of wool.

"Indeed, Harry's going to meet me there" I tell her as we head down the path towards the bus stop. Not much point in driving my car to class today, it can't hold that much stuff anyway so it's a fairly useless moving vehicle. But Harry was right I really do love it, it's so quick and small and it gets me where I need to go. Not too flashy but not cheap and unsafe, perfect for me really. Harry does know how to give a good gift.

"Yeah? That's not him leaning against his car giving you bedroom eyes?" She teases, I look up in the direction that she's pointing to discover that she is right. Harry has parked his black Range Rover right out the front of the University and has leaned his back against the front door. I'm guessing he has changed out of his suit for the day and has opted for a pair of jeans and a navy blue sweater. He gives me an earth shattering grin as I catch his eye, always surprising me.

"I thought I was meeting you there!" I say happily as we make our way over to him. He pushes himself off of his car and puts an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest.

"You know how I feel about you taking the bus baby" He replies with a light hearted smirk.

"Oh god the bus, yeah I would rather walk than take the bus" Heather joins in, folding her arms across her chest. These two get along too well, they're a perfect tag team to tease me. I guess it's not a completely unlikely friendship and since I want to make Harry and involved part of my life then I guess it's alright.

"Thank you! See bub this whole taking the bus nonsense has to stop" Harry grins, clearly glad to have an ally in Heather.

"I'm going to take you on a bus one day and you'll see how it's not all bad" I reply.

"Not in a thousand years. Anyway how are you Heather?" Harry replies, ending his sentence by pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"I'm pretty good, I'm very excited that my favourite couple is moving in together" Heather tells him with a wide grin, she really doesn't mince her words these days. Luckily Harry is in a good mood and isn't immediately scoffing about how juvenile she is.

"You must be glad I'm getting her out of that place too, it would have only been a matter of time until something bad happened there" His statement about my apartment makes me nervous. Heather has been telling me for weeks to tell Harry about the men that tried to break in while he was in New York. She raises her eyebrow and gives me a knowing smile before she responds.

"Oh absolutely, being out of there will make girls nights a lot safer" I widen my eyes at her before she steps forward. "I'm gonna let you guys go. I'll see you after Christmas" I step forward into her arms and we give each other a squeezing hug. She can be so cheeky sometimes, but I love her dearly.

"Hope all goes well with your family" I tell her as we hug. Heather has quite the extended family that are coming into town for the holidays and I know she's not so psyched about it. She doesn't talk about it much in front of me though, knowing that I only have my mum. I appreciate it a lot, but there's no need to tip toe around me, it's not like it's a new situation for me.

"Thank you babes, give your mum my love. I'll see you in the New Year" She gives me a kiss on the cheek as we part ways. Heather readjusts the bag on her shoulder and waves to Harry. "See ya later Mr Millionaire"

Harry lets out a chuckle as he responds. "Bye Heather". And with that, Heather turns on her heels and starts to head down to the student car park. I watch her walk away for a minute before I turn my attention back to Harry.

"The movers will be there soon, we better get going" Harry says as he opens the passenger door for me. I place my bag on the floor of the car by my feet and climb in. Soon, he's in the seat next to me, pulling the large vehicle easily into traffic.

"How was your day?" I ask him sweetly as we head in the direction of my apartment. He shrugs as he drives.

"Yeah it was alright, I will have to do a trip to Australia in the New Year" He explains. My stomach drops a little bit, Australia is really far away and I already don't like it when he leaves.

"How long for?" I ask.

"A week at least, maybe two. You can come with me if you like" He states as the car goes through the lights. I could barely handle a flight to Paris, how would I handle a flight all the way to Australia?

"Maybe, I'll have to check about school. We go back in the middle of January and we have our exams around that time" I explain. He presses his lips together in response and nods his head. My schooling always seems to be getting in the way but that's just how it is.

"I'll say it again, you don't need to finish that degree. I know you don't even really want it" he gives me a smirking smile as he pulls into the parking lot of my building. I roll my eyes with a slight grin.

"Not this again. If I don't have a degree or a good job it would break my mum's heart. Even if I don't want it, I've got to see it through to the end" I like University, I mean I hate the classes that I'm taking because it's all just so boring but I like that I'm doing what will make my mum happy. She was nervous about me moving out here, but she knows that I'm doing something that will give me a stable future. That's all she wants for me. I don't know if meeting Harry has changed those thoughts for her, I guess I'll be able to find out at Christmas.

"Something to think about baby" Harry picks up my hand and presses a kiss to the back of it quickly as he shuts off the car. "Lets get you out of this hell hole" he jokes as we climb out of the car. Outside the front entrance the door to the building has been propped open and two men are walking down the stairs as we walk up, carrying boxes that contain my personal possessions. A truck came yesterday to get rid of all of the furniture that I wasn't going to bring to Harry's and brought it to a women's refuge shelter, which was basically all of my stuff. Harry has no use for my £34 microwave.

When we reach the door to my apartment, it looks like it did when I first moved in. Almost completely bare aside from a couple of boxes and suitcases packed with clothes and books. And it stayed looking like that for a long time, with my lack of money not leaving a lot of decorating options. This place was good for me; it was the first place I lived truly on my own. It gave me a lot of independence, allowed me to grow up and take responsibility for myself and my future. And even though I buckled under the weight of it in just a couple of months, it taught me a lot about myself. And it was through my low paying job and relatively high rent that I was driven to meet the man wandering around what used to be my living room. Through all the hard work and growth and change that this place brought me, he was the best part.

"It still feels so small, even when it's empty" Harry remarks, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he peers out of the tiny window. I roll my eyes and kneel down amongst some of the boxes at my feet.

"Just because your apartment is the size of a small island" I mumble with a grin.

"You think that's a small island wait till you see the property I own in California" he tells me in a low voice. When I look up at him with a shocked look on my face, he stifles a chuckle. "Only kidding. I don't own an island, though that's not a bad idea"

"Why don't you put yourself to use and start moving some of the stuff from my bedroom?" I smirk up at him after using the tape gun I brought to secure the boxes in front of me shut.

"Fuck you're hot when you're bossy" He replies before dropping his eye into a low wink and walking over to my bedroom. Everything is pretty much packed, a few of my things are going into Harry's storage locker in the car park of his building while the rest Harry has assured me there will be room for at his place. Well I guess, our place now. That still feels weird to say, and I think it will feel weird for a while. Thinking back to the first time I stepped foot into his apartment, it felt so cold and sterile that I couldn't imagine anybody living there let alone me. Now here I am, the place feels a lot less foreign to me now and I find myself more eager to move there than ever. In the end, this place began to represent an escape from Harry, when we were fighting or upset with each other, a place I would go when I wanted to run. But now when we fight, we go after each other and try to sort it out instead of running away. I don't need an escape from him anymore, or a place to go when I want a time out. I just want him.

"Come on admit it, you'll be glad to see the back of this place" Harry appears from my bedroom, carrying one of the heavy boxes to pile up at the front door. From the sound it made when Harry placed it down, I'm guessing it's one of the four boxes filled to the brim with books.

"In a way yes, but believe it or not this place was really good for me" I tell him quietly. He probably won't understand my reasoning, he's less sentimental than I am but he's working on it.

"Knock knock" My landlord Carl shows up at my door, saying the words as he knocks on my open door. He's a sweet man really; a big guy probably in his sixties with hair everywhere except for the top of his head. He never yelled when I had to pay my rent a little bit late and he assured me that he would always come and fix the problems that the apartment had straight away. I guess I got lucky where I didn't have many problems, none that really mattered anyway.

"Hey Carl" I say warmly. "This is my boyfriend Harry. Harry this is my landlord Carl" I introduce the two of them. Harry dusts off his hand on his jeans and shakes Carls open hand.

"Good to meet you mate, though I am sad to see this one go. One of my best tenants" Carl gestures to me after he shakes Harry's hand. I'm not sure if he really means that, but I guess I don't have raging parties or tear up the place like some of my neighbours so I may actually be one of his favourites.

"Yeah I bet" Harry says in response. I stand up and take the paperwork that Carl is holding out to me as he explains that it is my release form from the tenancy. I've, well Harry, has paid up for the next two months so that Carl can start looking for someone new to move in without losing money over the holiday season.

"I understand though, you're onto bigger and better things. Plus that break in was a bit freaky, heard anything back about that?" Carl asks me. I can literally feel all the colour drain from my face as he speaks. I don't dare to peak over at Harry at the moment, so I just shake my head.

"No nothing, if I do I will let you know" I mumble quickly. Carl nods and takes the paperwork back from me once I've signed and dated it, the pen shaking slightly in my grip. The police told me when I made the report that they would look into it, but I know that because nothing really bad happened and nothing was taken that it's unlikely anything will ever come of it.

"You'd think the police would put a bit more effort in, especially when one of them has a weapon. But we're adding more security to the place, making the building only accessible by key card so hopefully that will make things better" Carl continues, not knowing how bad he is making this situation for me. "Anyway, just slip the key under the door once you're all done. Good luck with everything Elena" he says warmly as we shake hands. Without another word, he gives Harry a nod as he climbs over the sea of boxes on the floor and ducks past the moving men on the way out.

I finally lift my head up and glance as Harry. A wave of cold washes over me when I see the look on his face, oh fuck is he mad. He's standing as stiff as a board with his jaw clenched, I don't know if I've ever seen him this mad before.

"What the fuck was he talking about" Harry mutters, lifting up his hand to point towards the door that Carl has just walked through. His feet quickly carry themselves over to me as I lean against the kitchen island, away from the movers who seem to be nearly done with all of my stuff. Okay, I can't get out of this one now. I could try and tell him that it was someone else's apartment that was broken into but that's just straight up lying. I haven't directly lied to him about it, I just haven't told the truth about it.

"Okay, just promise me you'll stay calm when I tell you?" I say hopefully, placing my hands gently on his forearms. He doesn't answer, I know he's not going to stay calm, I had to try something. I gently brush my hands over his taut muscles in an attempt to soothe him, it fails spectacularly.

"Explain. Now" he tells me coldly.

"Alright Alright. When you were in New York and I was staying at your place. Some guys tried to break into my apartment. My neighbours came home and interrupted them before they could even get in and they ran away. I filed a police report but really it was no big deal everything was fine" I explain quickly, sliding my hands up to his face to stroke his cheek, he repels back slightly.

"What weapon did they have?" he demands.

"My neighbour thought it looked like a sledgehammer or maybe a large hammer" I sigh as I respond. The shocked look on his face shows me that he's slowly coming to the same sort of conclusion that Carl offhandedly mentioned when I came by after it happened.

"Apparently they were picking the lock so they were probably going to use that sledgehammer to hurt you. Thank god you weren't here!"

My stomach sinks as I watch Harry's face twist into a combined look of devastation and rage. And I know instantly in this moment that I made a mistake, I should have told him when it happened instead of keeping it to myself. Anything is better than watching him come to realise that someone tried to hurt me and he was kept in the dark. His breathing becomes heavier as he stares at a spot on the wall behind me. Behind him, the packers move the boxes down the stairs, chatting about a rugby game they had watched the night before last.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you" I whisper to him, cupping his cheeks once more. He doesn't immediately push back. "I just didn't want you to freak out, I was at your place I was totally fine nothing happened to me" I tell him reassuringly. I feel his jaw clench once more beneath my palm as he leans his head out of my grasp.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me Elena" he growls quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "How in the world did you convince yourself that that was a good idea?" He asks, almost as a rhetorical question. I shrug my shoulders and place one of my hands on his in an attempt to pull him back towards me. He's solid as a rock, unmoving, unchanging.

"I don't know it was stupid. I should have told you and I know that now. I just thought that you would get really upset and you would make me move" I mumble quietly.

"Yes I would have made you move because if you had been here they would have fucking killed you!!" Harry's raised voice makes me jump back ever so slightly, such an abrupt change from his mood two seconds ago. Luckily the movers are down by the truck so they didn't hear that, I can imagine that would be a weird thing to overhear.

"We don't know that" I say in a quiet voice, hoping to encourage him to lower his own voice as well. He scoffs in response, completely pulling his body back from me as the moving men appear at the front door. I look around my now completely empty apartment. It's all done, the stuff is in the truck. I no longer live here anymore. Now I live with a man who is so incredibly mad at me and I'm not sure how to fix it.

"Right. Lets go" Harry says firmly without looking at me, walking quickly to the front door and descending down the stairs with the moving men. I take a deep breath and look around my apartment, saying my goodbyes to its walls and asking it to wish me good luck. With one last look, I shut the door behind me, slip the key off my key ring and slide it under the door. Off to face the music.