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Chapter 88 - You Drive Me Fucking Insane

when we got to the room I plop down on the bed. I am still angry with Harry but not as angry as I was. I don't want anymore attention from Jace than necessary, but I still don't like that Harry seems to want to hide our relationship. Meeting Jace has raised more questions that I know Harry doesn't want me to ask.

"I' really am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He says. I don't look at him because I know I will turn to mush. He needs to know that I won't put up with him doing things like this.

"Do...you, do you still want me?" He asks. His voice shaky.

When I look at him, he looks vulnerable. I sigh, knowing I am not able to hold onto my anger when his eyes are so full of worry.

"Yea, of course I do. Come here." I tell him and Pat the bed next to me. I have no willpower when it comes to Harry.

"Do you still consider me your girl friend?" I ask as he sits down.

"Yea, I mean it seems a little silly to call you that." He says.

"Silly?" I pick at my fingernails, a bad habit I have yet to kick.

"You are more to me than some adolescent title." He puts his large hands on both side of my face. His answer makes my stomach flip in the best way. I can't help the grin that is plastered on my face. His shoulders immediately relax.

"I don't like that you don't want people to know about us, how would we live together if you won't tell your friends about us?"

"It's not like that, do you want me to call Zayn right now and tell him? If anything you should be embarrassed to be with me, I see the way people look at us when we are together." He says. So he does notice.

"You had me worried that you were going to give up on me." He breathes.

"Give up on you?" I repeat.

"You're only constant in my life, you know that don't you?" I don't know what what I would do if that wasn't the case, if you left me." He clearifies.

"I won't leave you if you don't give me a reason to." I assure him. I can't think of a single thing he could do to make me leave him. I'm in too deep. Thinking of leaving him sends a pain through my body that I couldn't bear. I would break me. Even if we fight every single day, I love him.

"I won't." He says. He looks away from me for a second then meet my eyes again.

"I like who I am with you." He says and I turn my cheek into his hand further.

"I do too." I simply reply. I love hisom, every part of him. All version of him. Mostly, I like who I have become with him, we have both changed for the better by each other. I have somehow gotten him to open up and brought happiness to him and he has thought me how to live and not worry about every detail.

"I know I piss you off sometimes...well a lot of time and god knows you drive me fucking insane." He says.

"Thank?'

"I'm just saying, just because we fight doesn't mean we shouldn't be together. Everyone fights, we just fight more than normal people." He smiles.

"We are very different people so we just have to figure how to navigate each other, it will get easier." He assures me.

I return his smile and run my fingers through his hair.

"We still didn't get anything to wear to the wedding." I point out.

"Oh darn, looks like we can't go." He turns his face into the most insincere frown I have ever seen and kisses my nose.

"You wish. It's only Tuesday, we will get something later this week."

"Or we could skip it and I could take you to Seattle for the weekend?" he lifts and eyebrow.

"What?" I sit up.

"I mean no! We are going to the wedding." I correct myself. "But you could takee to Seattle next weekend."

"Nope. offers only good if we go this weekend." He teases and pulls me onto his lap.

"Fine, I guess I will have to find someone else to take me to Seattle." His jaw tenses and I trace my finger tip over the stubble on his chin an jaw.

"You wouldn't dare." His lips twitch to hold his smile.

"Oh, I most certainly would. Seattle is my favorite place after all."

"Your favorite place?"

"Yea, I haven't really been anywhere else."

"Where is the furthest place you have gone?" He asks. I layy head on his chest and he lays back against the headboard, wrapping his arms around me.

"Seattle. I haven't left Washington."

"Ever?" He is baffled.

"Nope, never."

"Why not?" He asks.

"I don't know, we just couldn't afford to after my dad left. My mom worked all the time and I was too focused on school and gettong out of that town that I didn't really think of much else, except working."

"Where would you want to go?" He asks, his fingers rubbing up and down my arm.

"Chawton. I want to see Jane Austen's farmhouse. Or Paris, I would love to see where Hemingway stayed while he was there."

"I knew you would say those places. I could take you there." His tone serious.

"Let's just start with Seattle." I giggle.

"I mean it Tessa. I could take you anywhere you want to go. Especially England, I did grow up there. You could meet my mum and the rest of my family."

"Uhmm..." I actually have nothing to say. He is so strange, he introduces me as his friend an hour ago and now he is trying to takee to England to meet his mother.

"Let's just start with Seattle?" I laugh.

"Fine, but I know you would love to drive through the England countryside, see the house Austen grew up in..."

I can't imagine how my mother would react to me leaving the country with Harry. Show would probably lock me in her basement and never let me out. The best thing about the thought is that she has absolutely no say in what I do, I am an adult. I still haven't spoken to her since she stormed out of my dorm after threatening me in an attempt to get me to stop seeing Harry. I want to avoid that inevitable argument for as long as I can.

"What's Wrong?" He asks and dips his head down in front of my face.

"Nothing, sorry I was just thinking about my mom." I tell him.

"Oh...she will come around babe." He sounds so sure but I knew her better than that.

"I don't think so, but lets talk about something else." Harry's phone vibrates in his pocket. I shift off of him so he can get it out but he makes no move to do so.

"Whoever it is can wait." He tells me.

"Will we be staying at your dad's house Saturday after the wedding?" I ask. I need to get my mind off of my mother.

"Is that what you want?" He asks.

"Yea, I like it there. This bed is tiny." I crinkle my nose and he laughs.

"We could stay at my place more often. What about tonight?"

"I have my internship in the morning," I remind him.

"So? You can bring your stuffs with you and get ready in an actual bathroom. I haven't been to my room in a while, they are probably already trying to rent it out." He tease. "Don't you want to take a shower without thirty other people in the as room?"

"Sold." I smile and climbe off the bed.

Harry helps me pack my things for tomorrow and I grow more and more excited to go to the frat house. I hated that house and still do but the thought of a shower in an actual bathroom and Harry's large are too appealing to pass up. He grabs the red set of lingerie out of my dresser and I flush before shoving it in my bag. I pack one of my old black skirts and a white blouse, I want to space out my new dresses.

"Red bra with white shirt?" Harry points out. I pull the white shirt out and grab a blue one and placed it inside.

"You could bring extra clothes with you so you won't have to bring so much next time." He suggests. He wants me to keep clothes at his place. I love how it is a given that we will stay the night together every night.

"I guess I could." I say and grab my new white dress and a few random articles of clothing.

"You know what would make it more easier?" He asks and pulls my bag over his shoulder.

"What?" I already know what he's going to say.

"If we both lived at the same place." He smiles.

"I had a feeling you would say that."

"We wouldn't have to decide which place to stay at and you wouldn't have to pack a bag. You would have a private shower everyday, well not totally private." He playfully winks and opens the car door for me.

"You could wake up and make your own coffee in our kitchen and get ready for the day and we could meet up at our place at the end of every day. None of this roommate or frat house shit." Everytime he says "Our" my stomach flutters.

The more I think about it the better it sounds. I am just terrified of moving too fast with Harry, I don't want it to blow up in my face.

"Stop overthinking it." He puts his hand on my thigh as he drives towards the house. I hear his phone vibrating again but he ignores it. I can't help but a little suspicious of why he isn't picking up the phone but I push the thought from my head.

"What are you afraid of?" He asks when I don't respond.

"I don't know, what if something happens with my internship and I can't afford it. Or if something happens with us." He frown but recovers quickly.

"Babe, I already told you I would pay for the place. It was my idea and I make four times as much as you." He says. Wow. I assumed he made a lot but not that much.

"I don't care how much you make, I don't like the idea of you paying everything."

"You can pay cable then?" He smirks.

"Cable and groceries?" I offer. I can't decide if I am speaking hypothetical anymore or not.

"Deal. Groceries...that sounds nice doesn't it? You could have my dinner ready every night when I get home."

"Excuse me? it would be the other way around." I laugh.

"We could rotate days?"

"Deal."

"So you will move in with me then?" I don't think I have ever seen a deeper grin on his perfect face.

"I didn't say that, I was just..."

"You know I will take care of you right? Always." He promises.

I want to tell him that I don't want to be taken care of, I want to earn things and pay for my own share of things but I get the feeling he isn't talking about financially.

"I am afraid this is too good to be true." I finally admit to Harry and myself.

He surprises me by saying, "Me too."

"Really?" I am relieved that he feels the same way.

"Yea, the thought crosses my mind all the time. You are too good for me and I am just waiting on you to realize it and hope that you dont." He says, his eyes focused on the road.

"That's not going to happen." I say and I mean it.

He doesn't say anything.

"Okay." I break the silence.

"Okay what?"

"Okay. I will move in with you." I smile.

He lets out a breath that sounds like he has been holding for hours, "Really?" His dimples pop as he shakes his head and flashes a smile.

"Yea."

"You have no idea what this means to me, Theresa." He puts his hand over mine and squeeze. Harry turns unto his street and my mind races. We are really doing this, we are moving in together. Me and Harry. Alone. All time time. In our own place. Our own bed. Our everything. I am scare as hell but my excitement is stronger than my nervousness, at the moment at least.

"Don't calle Theresa or I will change my mind." I tease.

"You said only friends and family can call you that, I think I've earned it." He points out. He remembers that? I said that right after I met him.

"Point well made. Call me whatever you want." I grin.

"Oh babe, I wouldn't say that if I were you. I have a whole list of things I would love to call you." His smile is wicked and I know he means perverted names. I find myself waiting to know what those names are but I stop myself from asking and squeeze my legs together. He must notice because his smile grows.

I plan on coming up with a line about how he is a pervert but the words are lost in my throat as we pull up to the house. The yard is littered with people and the street is full of cars.

"Damn it, I didn't know they were having a party tonight. It's fucking Tuesday. See this is shit." He begins.

"It's fine, we can just go straight to your room." I interrupt, trying to diffuse his irritation.

"Fine." he sighs.

When we walked into the crowded house, Harry and I head straight for the stairs. Just as I begin to think I made it without running into anyone I know, I spot that greasy Sandy blonde hair at the top of the stairs. Jace.