As much as you liked sleeping over at Harry’s lavish studio apartment, nothing was better than sleeping at your own place in your own bed. (Harry’s bed had a million and one pillows on it and they took up 99% of the mattress which wasn’t very fun.) Of course, you wanted to spend more time with Harry and what better way to do that then for you to move into his place? You considered it at first, but then you couldn’t stop thinking about how much your tiny apartment meant to you and… Well, that’s how you ended up in this situation.
“Harry! Whole Foods didn’t have any more of those kale chips left so I picked up a bag of normal chips instead.” You kicked your shoes off and tossed your keys into the glass fruit bowl sitting on the counter before looking around your apartment. Something was off, but you couldn’t tell what it was… “Harry?” You and Harry were now two weeks and a bit into the whole ‘I’ll come over to your place for one weekend and you can come over to mine during the next’, and Harry really seemed to like it! (“Your apartment is adorable, love.”)
“In the bedroom!” You set the bag of groceries down on the couch before making your way over to your bedroom, smiling lightly at the sight of Harry standing by the door with a wide grin on his face.
“What are you up to?” You hummed, giving your boyfriend a quick kiss before trying to peek into the bedroom over his shoulder.
“I did a little redecorating while you were gone! Close your eyes fo’ me, please.”
“Did you put my One Direction posters back up?” You joked, Harry scowling at you before taking your hands and placing them over your eyes.
“I’d prefer not to have Liam smiling at me while I’m fuckin-”
“Show me what you did, Harry.” You interrupted, your cheeks flaring at the memory of Harry not being able to focus because whenever he looked up he’d see a grinning Liam looking right at him.
“Okay, you can look now!” You opened your eyes and-
“Oh my…” Your room looked completely different now due to the various Harryesque items hanging on the wall or sitting on the bedside tables. “Wow.”
“I brought some stuff in! Figured it’s only fair cos you left some of your things at my place too.” Harry hummed, letting you in for a proper inspection.
“Harry, the only thing I left was a toothbrush.”
“And your science textbook.”
“It’s a textbook and a toothbrush! You brought your entire room into my apartment!” You laughed lightly, pointing to the vinyl record of his album pinned to the wall.
“Look here, though!” Harry tugged you over gently towards the bedside table, your heart fluttering at the sight of a picture of you and Harry, ‘home’ etched into the bottom of the picture frame. It didn’t matter if Harry completely renovated your apartment. (Okay, maybe it sort of would. You liked your apartment the way it was, but you’d let Harry do anything as long as it made him happy.) As long as you were with Harry, you were at home.
cheesy ending i kNow
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