A/N: Hey guys! I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and a happy new year! It's the start of a new decade which is always very exciting, I'm using it as an excuse to start fresh. Cleaning out a lot of the toxic things in my life and trying my best to better myself. But one thing that I need to remember and something that I think we all need to remember from time to time is this: you're doing the best that you can and sometimes that's all you need to do. Going into this year with a positive attitude, determined to give myself all the self love and positivity I can. Hopefully it will make a difference.

Anyway! It may be a new decade but we are picking up right where we left off last time! Sorry for the cliff hanger but your girl likes a little bit of drama every once in a while. Couldn't resist!

I'll let you get to it! Hope you guys enjoy it, love you always xxx

"Move in with me" He says, my mind immediately racing in response to his words. He can't be serious, he must be caught up in the moment of the day, why would he want me to move in?

"Are you serious?" I ask him. His eyes pour into mine, his head nodding microscopically.

"Very serious" His voice answers, his tone slightly stern and focused. Almost like he's in business mode, making a deal.

"You realise that if I moved in I'd be here a lot, like all the time, always in your space..." I begin to trail on, trying to picture how this would all work.

"Yes I thought about that" His lips turn upwards into a half smile. He's thought this through; how long has he been thinking about this?

"This is your place; your Bachelor Pad" My Head turns to look at the surroundings, the place that once struck me as a museum feels slightly more homely than when I first entered. He now has a plant that he, or more likely the maids, have been keeping alive for weeks. The piece of art that his friend made hangs in the entryway. I feel less afraid to move around the place, even though I have only entered a few of its rooms.

"Well I'm not a bachelor so I have no need for a bachelor pad anymore" He clarifies, and it was secretly the answer I had been hoping for. No longer does he classify himself as a single man. Even though in my mind we have been exclusive for quite some time, it still is nice sometimes to hear the clarification. It signifies a change in lifestyle, and not one I've forced him to make or inadvertently guilt tripped him into but one he's made because he wants to. Another thought occurs to me as I look down at the keys in my hand, there are two.

"You need two keys to get in?" I've only ever seen him use one, along with a 6 digit code. A sheepish smile comes across his face as he too looks down at the keys.

"No, the other one is your car" He replies with a smirk.

"HARRY!" I half shove him with my free hand, resulting in a cheeky laugh erupting from his chest. A car? What the actual fuck?

"It's nothing fancy. It's small, safe and it will get you where you need to go. I know you don't like being driven all the time and I don't like you taking the bus. Compromise. See I'm getting good at it aren't I?" His boyish grin softens my demeanour, but only slightly.

"Yes, but Harry it's still too much"

"How is it too much?" He asks genuinely. In a small part of my brain I know he is seriously holding back his spending. My mind flicker backs to a conversation I had with Heather months ago, about how I could probably guilt him into buying me anything if I wanted too. That may work for Heather and her sugar daddy, but it doesn't work for Harry and I. Even the thought of asking him for money makes me want to crawl under a table and die. I hate asking people for things, even when I need them.

"Because before this, the most I ever got for my birthday was a book and a cupcake" I tell him quietly, almost mumbling. It sounds pathetic, but it was a really great birthday. Right before my dad left and my mum lost her mind.

"What was the book?" Harry asks gently after a few moments of silence, I've always found a way to leave him speechless with my sad past.

"Anne of Green Gables, it's my favourite book" I reply with a smile, it really is, even if it is mainly for children. I try and re-read it every year or so, it's the first book I ever really got lost in.

"The cupcake?"

"Red velvet" I finally look up to meet his gaze, he's smiling fondly. He must approve of red velvet cupcakes. He doesn't say much more, I suppose there isn't much more to say about it. My childhood sucked, I didn't like my birthday up until today, time to move back to the important issue at hand.

"Harry are you sure about this?" I ask him again.

"Yes I'm sure. I like it very much when you stay here and I don't like it when you go back to your place. And no it's not just because even thinking about your apartment gives me claustrophobia, but because it's too far away from me"

"It's like a twenty minute drive in heavy traffic"

"Like I said, too far away from me" I roll my eyes and Harry squeezes my thighs in return.

"You know some may call that possessive"

"I like to think of it as protective, or maybe even endearing" He leans in close, pressing his lips against my cheek as his hands pull my body closer into his chest. My hands fall to his shoulders, as though it's their rightful place to be.

"Move in with me" He asks for the third time, clearly done with me avoiding answering him. If I say yes, then I can't run away from how I feel about him. He would be around me all the time, there would be no more of me doubting whether or not it will last. Because I have to now admit it to myself:

I want this to last, I want this to last so badly that it terrifies me. I feel almost completely and utterly hopeless when he's not around, and I find myself practically counting down the minutes until he's back by my side. And though we've had more bad times than I would have hoped, the good times have made it all worth it.

I'm falling in love with this man, or perhaps it's already too late. Maybe I've already fallen and there is no chance of getting back up again.

"Yes" I mumble with a grin. His answering grin is one I would walk across glass to see again, as he picks me up by my waist and uncharacteristically spins me around the kitchen. I clutch onto his shoulders tightly, laughing along with him like a love struck school girl. At last he sets me down on my feet and his hands cup my cheeks, pulling me in to him and pressing his lips against mine. I melt into him, my hands sliding their way up from his shoulders to his hair, tugging it down in an effort to draw him in even closer.

"Were you nervous" I ask him when we both come up for air, his hot breath puffing our across my nose.

"Maybe a little" he shrugs with a boyish grin.

"You little softie" I tease, poking softly at the dimple protruding from the left hand side of his face.

"I can assure you that I am anything but a softie right now" he smirks as he presses himself against my hip, giving me the impression of a slight bulge from within his pants. I shove his shoulder slightly as I let out a half-gasp half- laugh.

"Dirty old man" I grin up at him as he bounces back from my shove to place his hands on my hips, nodding his head.

"Yes I am, but you're my dirty birthday girl" His eyebrows raise slightly as he smirks one more. Despite his filthy mouth, I find myself giggling again and pulling him closer towards me as I nod my head.

In an instant I'm swept up off my feet as Harry carries me over to the sofa, his lips quickly pressing against my own. My fumbling hands try to pull up his shirt over his head as he carries me over, but my thighs are tightly wrapped around him making the removing of the item quite difficult. He lets out a slight chuckle at my inability to undress him as he is able to swiftly remove my shirt with one hand. He's just had more practice than I have at this whole clothing removal thing. Oh, that's a nasty thought, I chase it away quickly as Harry lays me down on the couch and hovers above me. I finally manage to hook my hand underneath Harry's shirt and send it flying across to the other side of the room.

"There you go, already messing up my place after you've just moved in" he chuckles in my ear after biting my earlobe as he hands make quick work of my jeans. I fist his hair in my hand and tug it roughly, bringing his head further down my neck.

"Cheeky bugger" I giggle gently as his lips trail kisses down my neck. My hands find their way to his hips, quickly unhooking the belt from his waist before unbuttoning his jeans.

"Eager?" He purrs in my ear as he helps in removing his pants. I shrug and bite my lip with a wide grin.

"Perhaps" Harry hovers above me, grinning at my response before kissing me roughly. One of my hands rests on the back of his neck whilst the other grips onto his shoulder. As he kisses me he grinds his hips roughly against mine, creating an almost unbearable friction. I clumsily push his body backwards, lying him on his back as I straddle his waist. He sits up on his elbows, with a look of lust and also pride spread wide across his face.

"Oh, you want to be on top baby?" He tilts his head to the side before sitting upright, holding onto my waist as I roll my hips slowly against his own.

"If you don't mind" I smirk down at him, hovering over him slightly. His tongue slips out of his mouth to coat his bottom lip as he shakes his head.

"I don't mind one bit baby" His lips reattach themselves to my neck after he speaks. My hips resume their circling motion as Harry's hands play with the thin lace of my underwear.

"Fuck you're wearing the ones I like, you know what they do to me" He groans slightly upon realising I'm wearing the black lace bra and panty set that I know he likes. I've got to remember to buy more of these, but I honestly believe that I could be wearing almost anything right now and it would still feel just as good as this. He wants me, perhaps he even needs me. Maybe not in all the same ways that I want and need him, but for now just knowing that is enough.

Suddenly deciding he's had enough of my slow teasing, Harry pushes down his boxers and slides my panties to the side, urging me to slide myself down onto him. Eventually I do, slowly, savouring the moment. I watch him as I do, watching as his mouth falls open slightly as his chin tips upwards towards the ceiling. How can I make him feel this way? What's so special about me that I can make this incredible man become so undone? Maybe I should give myself a little bit more credit.

I realise I'm now done with all this slow and teasing nonsense myself as I begin to quickly move my hips against his, clutching his shoulders for stability. His fingertips dig into my waist as he holds me tight, guiding me up and down in a rough and quick motion. I love it when we go slowly; tender and sweetly, but right now it's fast and rough and messy and I love it all the same.

I emit soft moans, trying to keep my voice as quiet as I can. My body is pressed flush against Harry's chest as our bodies move in time, completely in sync with one another. One of his hands reaches up to unhook my bra before I slide it off, tossing it to one side. My hands tangle in his hair as his lips immediately travel to one of my nipples, gently nipping the skin surrounding it before finally flicking his tongue against the newly sensitive area. It's enough to make me squeeze my eyes shut and see stars, using all of the stamina I can muster to keep my body moving at this intensely deep rhythm.

"Keep your eyes open baby, let me see your beautiful eyes" Harry groans up to me. I tilt my head back down and open my eyes as instructed. Harry watches me intently as his fingers reach down to the point where we connect and he begins to rub roughly at the sensitive area. I almost double over in pleasure, realising quickly that I won't last too much longer if this continues.

"Do you like me on top of you sir?" I moan out gently. I don't quite know where it came from; initiating any kind of dirty talk would not be something that I would normally do. But I suppose I'm feeling brave. Harry almost takes in a gasp as he looks up at me, his grin eyes filled with lust and desire.

"Fuck yes, I love it. You look so good on top of me baby, you feel so fucking good" His answering groan fills me with pride, it somehow encourages me to grind my hips against him faster. He briefly shuts his eyes before his lips press kisses into my flaming hot skin.

"No one else could ever make me feel this good, only you Harry" I release a series of strangled moans as I speak, Harry's fingers working faster against my sensitive clit. I'm now pulling his hair roughly as I recite the words back to him that he often has me repeat to him. It has the desired effect, his hips bucking up quickly against me.

"Fuck that's so good, come on baby let go" He groans roughly, his words sending me over the edge as I explode around him. My vision becoming cluttered with visions of stars and Harry's eyes as he finds his release. He gently pulls my body down with him until he's lying down on the couch, both of us riding out our highs. As my mind begins to stop spinning and my breathing begins to even out, I can feel Harry's hand softly rubbing circles into my shoulder.

"You are so fucking sexy" he chuckles eventually, pulling my body close against his side and kissing the top of my head. I lie my head on his chest and look up at him, rolling my eyes quickly before he grins.

"No don't you roll your eyes. You really are, you are so fucking sexy" He reiterates, much slower this time, allowing for the words to sink in. I may not really personally believe it, but he sees it, and maybe that's enough.

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"So how was the rest of your night, after we left you guys?" Heather asks me with a mischievous grin as she takes off her jacket. I invited her over to my apartment under the guise of helping me declutter my closet. I wanted to see the look on her face when I tell her that I've agreed to move in with Harry. Knowing she's a massive fan of ours, I wanted to give her the magical gift of being the first to know.

"Well, it was a really great evening actually. We went home and made pizzas" I begin with a sheepish grin as we start unpacking our takeaway boxes. Thai good for lunch, why the fuck not? I'm kind of rich now so I can afford more than crackers or two minute noodles.

"Home made pizzas? That doesn't seem like Harry's type of thing" Heather asks in a surprised tone as she sits down on the floor across from me. I open up my Pad Thai and pick up a fork.

"Well, it took us a while to actually make the pizzas because he asked me to move in with him and gave me a car" I mumble quickly, stifling a laugh as she almost chokes on her Diet Coke. After a few spurts of coughing she manages to ask,

"He asked you to move in with him? Well what the fuck did you say?" Her eyes light up as I nod my head slowly, unable to keep the grin off of my face.

" I said yes" I tell her quietly as she erupts into high pitched squealing.

"YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE WITH A FUCKING MILLIONAIRE!" She half screams as she hops up and down from her seated position. I reach across the table in between us and clamp my hand over her mouth, unable to stop my own laughter.

"No I'm not! I'm moving in with my boyfriend, he just happens to have money" Her mouth pours out with a wide grin as she tilts her head to the side.

"You excited?" She asks, finally seeming to settle down.

"Yeah, a little nervous too. I've never lived with a boy before" I say as I begin to pick at my food.

"It's gonna be so good. Ugh you guys are so in love would you just fucking say it to one another already!" Heather laughs.

"You think he loves me?" I ask her quietly. I know that they talked a bit prior to my birthday, how deep into our relationship did they talk? Harry doesn't really seem like the type to just blurt our every detail to her. I mean, it took him ages to even begin to open up to me I would hope it would take him a little longer to open up to her. She coyly smiles at me as she eats one of her chicken skewers.

"I think he does. The way he kept looking at you during your birthday, always checking in to make sure you're okay, putting in all that effort. It just honestly gave me butterflies to see you two together, it really was something" Her smile grows wider as she talks, and I feel my blush grow redder. Whoever thought that a man like him could love a girl like me?

"So Tell me, what happened after you said you would move in? Was he happy? Did he suddenly have a look of 'oh fuck' come across his face?" Heather prompts me to tell her the events of our evening, and for some reason I find myself telling her.

"Well we um, celebrated" The break in my voice and blush on my cheek gives away what I mean. Her smirk grows wide across her cheeks.

"Oh my god" she mumbles quietly with a hint of pride.

"Then we made pizzas and watched a movie, before we celebrated a bit more" I continue.

"Oh my god" she repeats herself.

"Then we went to bed, and kept celebrating, and then we went to sleep. It had been a big day by that point" I mumble before I eat a large mouthful of food. Heathers mouth sits agape for a minute before she lets out a soft giggle.

"Oh my fucking god I am so proud of you. Glad you got treated right on your birthday" I roll my eyes at her suggestive tone, even though she's completely right. It was a great birthday.

"I had a lot of fun I will admit. You guys did a good job. Thank you, for all of it." I admit with a soft smile. Even though I don't like birthday, this one was great, and I'm very grateful that Heather helped Harry to plan something special for me. She shakes her head with a wide grin.

"No need to thank me my little friend, we were more than happy to do it" She lets out a happy sigh before she nods her head. "He's really sweet on you, something I didn't think he would be capable of when I first met him"

I nod my head. I agree with her on this. She's the only one who really knows how Harry and I came to know one another, and how rocky it really has been the entire way through. I suppose in a way that makes her appreciate the progress we've made just like I do. Because what I'm the outside may look like a stable and normal relationship, is really the result of a lot of hard work and determination by the two of us.

"Can you just show me the texts he sent you pleeeeaaassseee" I begin to plea, even pouting out my lips and attempting to make puppy dog eyes.

"No, but what I will say is this" She says, wiping the food from the corner of her mouth, her grin seemingly plastered onto her face.

"When I gave him my whole 'if you hurt my friend I will chop off your balls and put them in a blender and make you watch' speech. His response was 'I have no intention of ever hurting her, and if anyone ever hurt her trust me I would be doing the same to them'"

Even as she recounts the words, I can hear him saying them to me. He's a protector, someone who wants to keep me safe and make me happy.

"So now that you're moving in with him, I'm guessing I'm doing a lot more than helping you reorganise some clothes?" she sighs happily after a few moments as she looks around my apartment. Good thing I'm a minimalist and have barely anything worth bringing over to Harry's place.

"Yeah sorry, but you only have to help me with the clothes" I apologise, still unable to wipe the smile off my face. 

"Anything to help my favourite couple" She claps her hands together as I let out a faux annoyed groan. Goodness me she's a handful, but I love her.

"Well come on then let finish off this food, I have a lot more clothes than I used to so we need to get moving" I urge her on, eager to tuck back into my food before it goes cold.