A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in what feels like forever, I've just been busy lately, I hope I can start updating regularly again! This chapter and throughout from this chapter onwards will relate to self harm, if you're not comfortable please stop reading! No hard feelings intended!
Wow, a lot has changed in 3 years right?
Let me tell you whats happened in my life, I'm a fashion magazine editor, I live in London, and I work for Vogue, oh, and I must mention, my boyfriend and his four best friends are now probably the most famous band in the world. Signed by Simon Cowell, it hasn't been easy, it's been a painful road, the obsessive fans, the tweeting, everyone knowing all your business, being followed literally everywhere you go. But I suppose, it's all been worthwhile as my boyfriend is living his dream, and I get to watch him do it, as long as I have Harry, nothing matters. We both live together in the most amazing apartment, and I suppose, all the drama that goes on in our lives, no matter how hectic it gets, we always have each other, and at the end of the day, it's nice to have that someone you can be 'normal' with, someone who will snuggle up with you on the sofa, under the duvet, whatever, and they won't judge you for what clothes you're wearing, how your hair looks, or how expensive your bag is. This person is yours, your soul mate. Me and Harry have had strains on our relationship, but they only make us stronger, the false accusations people seem to always have, half of them, if not all of them are never true, and it's funny, how, I hope, he will be the person I get to spend the rest of my life with, because honestly? I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else, he really was my first love, and I don't ever want to love another. He's the one I wanted to hopefully, if I'm lucky enough, start a family with. That would be the most perfect thing ever.
I woke up in our luxury bed, Harry still fast asleep with his curls all over the place. I couldn't help but watch him sleep, he is the most perfect person ever, and still, 3 and a half years later, he still gives me butterflies.
'You really shouldn't watch me sleep babe, it's creepy' I heard his voice quietly say, with a smirk plastered on his lips, his morning voice honestly was the most sexiest thing ever. A blush appeared on my face as I slide back down into the duvet. 'I still love how I can make you blush, after all this time' He told me, once he opened his eyes, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, and I entwined my legs into his, the heat radiating off his body made me want to get even closer to him on this cold winter morning.
'What are we doing today then handsome?' I asked Harry considering it was my day off, and luckily, he had a day off too.
'I was planning on spending the day in bed, cuddling my gorgeous girlfriend who I love with all my heart' Harry replied to me.
'I better go before she gets here then' I joked, which resulted into Harry mumbling something which I didn't quite understand on my lips, before kissing my softly.
'Have you finished all your doctors appointments now?' Harry asking concerned, which I said yes too. Let cut a long story short, last year I feel into a very dark place, everything was changing, Harry's life was changing, my life was changing, nothing was going to be the same as it was when we were both on the same street as each other in Holmes Chapel, Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn were getting more and more known as each day went on, Harry being the most popular member of the group, and the only one with a girlfriend, I received hate, and proper hate, I was getting anonymous text messages through to my phone, being sent death threats on Facebook and twitter, eventually, I couldn't take it, I hit depression, I started cutting, I hated myself. Harry knew none of this, until he found me collapsed on the bedroom floor, I hid it very well for the first 4 months, but then Harry helped me, he saved me in a way, and now I was feeling better than ever. If I'm honest, I would't be here today if it wasn't for Harry. I'm still an insecure young girl, due to this me and Harry hadn't been intimate for over a year, and partly, I felt guilty, he was also a young man, who has needs that need to be fulfilled, and I just can't do that, not at the moment anyway, I will one day, maybe next week, next month, even next year, but Harry has insisted it doesn't bother him, but I think it does.
'I love you so much' I told him, cuddling my head into his neck, and my hand resting on his bare chest.
'I love you too baby girl, so, so, so much' He whispered back. 'Now let me go make you breakfast, don't you move.'
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