Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 36

"Avery, come over here!!" Lily shouts, motioning for me to go to her desk, diagonal to mine.

"What?" I ask, walking over to her. It's been kind of busy today, but I'm enjoying myself.

"It's you!" She shows me an article online, of Harry and I walking outside of the club from Saturday, drunk off our asses. Oh no.

"Oh, dear lord," I hide my face, seeing the pictures of Harry holding onto Nick's hand, and me holding on to Harry's as we walk to Harry's car. I don't even remember being papped. We both have our heads down, covering our faces (at least trying to). One of Harry's bodyguards tries to block the cameras, but fails. I don't even remember his bodyguard being there.

"No, it's funny!" Lily reassures, throwing her head back in a fit of laughter. It's really, really not.

"No, it's not. It's embarrassing," I sigh, shaking my head at her laughs. How did people even know we were there?

"Everyone goes out and gets drunk. We're young and just want to have a good time, you just happen to be 'caught' for it since you're dating a celebrity," Lily explains, and I shrug.

"I guess, yeah. It's just weird to me. Harry isn't a celebrity to me, he's a normal person who happens to be very talented. The public is weird," I say, sitting next to Lily, skimming through articles on my laptop of random stuff.

"Yeah, I know, it's weird. What does Harry think about it?" She asks, looking over at me.

"He doesn't talk about fame. He stays off social media for the most part, and is really humble. I admire him a lot for that," I explain, trying to put it into the best words as possible. Lily nods understandingly, and we get back to our work.

I spend most of the day proof reading articles, editing some of them, and even submitting a couple to our board. Everything that we do as a team intrigues me so much, and I love it. It's also nice to be able to talk to Lily, who sits right by me.

When I get back to my apartment, I immediately call Harry, asking him to come over. He tells me that he'll be over in 15, so I start making some dinner for the two of us. Christmas is in a little over a week, but I know Harry wants to go to England at least a couple days before.

As I'm stirring the soup, I hear a knock on my door. I open up to see Harry, wearing a cute black sweatshirt, and grey sweatpants. The sweatshirt says 'Harry' on the top corner, and I almost die from his cuteness.

"Your sweatshirt is cute," I compliment, pulling him in for a kiss. He hums against my lips, holding them together for a second.

"Thank you, it's my new merch for the tour. I brought you some things," he says, handing me a bag. I open it to see a pink noodie with Harry's name on it, the same black sweatshirt, and a black t-shirt that says "treat people with kindness", his motto. Oh, and half the boxes of condoms that we drunkenly bought, I'm assuming to keep at my house.

"Harry, this is beyond adorable. Thank you so much," I say, hugging him. He hugs me back, squeezing me tight. I sigh and take in his scent, the smell refreshing and familiar.

"Of course, love," Harry smiles, pecking my lips.

"You're being awfully nice to me," I tease, shutting my front door. Harry smirks, slipping his sneakers off.

"Am I not always nice?" He challenges, setting the bag of clothes on my coffee table.

"You are, but you're being especially nice right now," I say, giggling at his mood.

"Maybe I just love you," he states, picking me up and kissing me. I squeal at his sudden burst of affection, yet he just smirks and brings us over to the couch.