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Chapter One

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You settled your self down on Harry’s mattress, allowing the scent of his bedroom to fill you up. It was a sense of security, being surrounded by all the things that made him the man that you loved. You observed him as he bustled about the spacious room, shoes scuffling across the hardwood floor. He yanked off the plain white t-shirt he wore, rummaging through the closet for a different option. Spotting a magazine you began flipping through the glossy pages, eyes scanning the contents with indifference. “Hey, love, which one?” Harry asked holding up two button-down shirts for you to choose from. You smiled up at him, eyes taking in the smooth surface of his tattoo adorned skin. You shifted your gaze between the two options, chewing your bottom lip as you thought. “Umm, I like the black one,” you said, giving him a reassuring nod. “Black it is,” he hummed, flashing you a dimpled smile. Tossing the hanger to the end of the bed, he slipped his long arms through the shirtsleeves. He shuffled across the room, standing before the dresser as he carefully did each button. “Are you sure you wanna go out tonight?” you asked, moving to the edge of the bed. You studied his profile as he lifted a bottle of cologne from the top of the maple dresser, patting the musky scent along his skin. “Yeah, why?” he asked, moving back to the opposite side of the room, and into the adjoining bathroom. Craning your neck, you caught his reflection in the mirror. He ran his hands through his messy brown curls, pushing the hair away from his forehead. You focused your gaze on your hands, kneading them together in your lap. The bed shifted beside you, as Harry sat down, placing a hand to your back. “Is everything okay, baby? You seem like you’ve got something on your mind,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. You shrugged your narrow shoulders. “It’s just– tomorrow’s your birthday,” you glanced up at him, “your twentieth birthday,” you murmured. “Yeah…? Why does that bother you so much?” he asked, accent thick with confusion. You stood, pacing around the room. “I don’t know. Because, you’re already older than me, and people already don’t approve of us,” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the ground, as you shrugged once again. He crossed over to where you stood, tilting your chin up with his knuckle. “Hey, look at me,” he breathed, “listen. It doesn’t matter what other people say. Age is nothing but a number.” He looped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. “All that matters, is that I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.   

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It's seven o'clock, and you're standing outside in front of the church, patiently waiting for Harry. "Come on, Megan, we gotta get inside. The ceremony is about to start." Your sister was getting married today, and you were her Maid of Honor. Harry promised he would come, because he knew how important it was to you, and also commented about how hot you looked in the dress you were supposed to wear and how he was going to rip it off of you later.You sighed deeply as you stomped back into the church, anger and hurt flashing through your body. You took a deep breath and put on a smile for all your friends and family, remembering that today wasn't about you and that you needed to be there for your sister's big day.The wedding was beautiful and the reception was a blast. By the time it was over you had to take your heels off as you walked to your car. You decided you would try to call Harry before you got home. "What a shock, no answer..." you mumbled as you got in your car.When you arrived home, you saw Harry's shoes on the floor, followed by a trail of his clothes. Your heart dropped to the floor, images of another woman in your bed with him filling your mind. You stormed to your room, finding him alone, and asleep, in bed."Harry!" You yelled, whipping the blanket from his body. He jolted upright, seeing you in your dress and taking a moment to recollect his thoughts. "Ah, shit..." he mumbled, running his hand through his hair. "Look, baby, I-""Save it, Harry! This was the one time I ask you to come with me, the one time something important to me comes up, and you missed it! What were you even doing, and why couldn't you have just come to the reception or something?" you were fuming. "I was at the studio! Excuse me for having to work! I was going to call but I didn't wanna bother you since you were getting ready and by the time I found out I had to stay later it was too late! I literally just got home!" He was starting to yell too. "Harry I understand work, but it's not hard to say that you had something important to go to and that you would be back later! Or that you could come in tomorrow!""Actually, it is! Because we don't have the same schedules and the boys wanna have a life too!" He bellowed. "Oh, so you're saying you don't?!""Well, I would if my girlfriend wasn't up my ass all the time! Telling me what to do and when to do it!"You gasped, scowling at him. "Well you don't have to fuckin' worry about that anymore! If you want me gone so bad I'll just leave!" You ran to the closet, pulling down suitcases and throwing as much of your clothes as you could. You felt hot, angry tears cascading down your cheeks. "Baby, stop." Harry said, annoyance filling his voice. You ignored him and kept throwing clothes. "Megan. Please." His voice rose a little, getting up out of bed and walking towards you. "Harry, I can't do this, I-" "Megan!" He screamed as he pulled you up from the ground and into his arms. You sobbed into his chest, trying to push away from him and failing. His strong arms held you against him, and he stroked your hair. "Please don't leave, I didn't mean what I said, I-I can't live without you, Megan. I love you so much.." he cooed in your ear. Your sobs calmed down and you kissed his neck. "Harry, I'm sorry I just...""Shhh. I'm the one who should be sorry, baby." He picked you up, setting you on the bed."Now remember when I said I was gonna rip that dress off of you..."