Rock Me


27. Home

Harry's POV

Numb. I'm completely numb. The large flat that smells like her, with the sweet remains of her perfume and the laundry linens… its silent. Her normal happiness isn't radiating the dark room, which is only illuminated by the dying fire in our fire place. The comforter on the bed, where she laid just a few days ago, is perfectly made by the house attendant Eleanor hired, knowing neither of us ever would.

The closet, where I secretly watched her prepare for the wedding just a week ago, is dark… barren. Her clothes that mum took out of her suitcase lay folded on one of the lush staircase steps, awaiting her arrival so that they can go to their rightful spot in the large wardrobe.

Everything reminds me of her. The music that is softly playing from the iPod dock is all her favorite music, Ed Sheeran and Birdy, Passenger and Sam Smith… it all brings her to me, and yet it feels like she's never been farther.

The only thing that fills my mind is her. Is she alive? Is she laying somewhere, waiting to be helped… and nobody is helping her?

"She'll be okay," Liam says, walking into the room unannounced.

"Thanks for knocking," my hoarse voice is monotone, unwelcoming.

"Don't be a bastard, Harrold," Liam snaps.

"Liam, you don't know that she'll be okay. None of us do. I want people to stop saying that she'll be okay, because they don't know until they find her."

"Do you not realize that you're so in love with this girl, that you can feel in your bones that she's still breathing? That's exactly why you're laying here, wondering if you should off yourself to get rid of the numbness, and no tout looking for her."

I look at my friend in shock.

"Harry, the love of my life is out there right now, too. When I found out, I did the same thing you're doing right now."

My mouth is dry, wanting to speak the words I'm thinking but not being able to utter them.

"I have to go. But think about it. If people weren't telling you she'll be okay, would you be telling yourself?"

With that, Liam is gone. Moments later, I hear the mahogany front door open, then slam shut. I'm alone again.



"Honey, I'm home!" Luke's familiar Australian accent fills the flat. I knew they were here. Before I fell back into the darkness, Calum came in a talked to me. He was the only one it felt right talking to.

I drowsily slump out of the king bed, slip on my sweatpants over my boxers, and push my hair out of my face. I take the few steps that lead me to the "gallery-viewing" styled railing that looks over the living room.

There's Luke, and the freshly dyed, green-haired Michael. And in between their supportive arms, is Olivia.

"Oh my god," I say quietly. I take five large steps down the staircase, the tears that fled my eyes finally overflowing.

I envelope her in my shirtless arms, holding her as if she might disappear again. I press my lips to hers, tasting her sweetness once again, savoring every second.

She parts from my lips and her hand caresses my tear stained cheek lovingly.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," she whispers. "I'm okay. I'm home now."

Olivia's POV

"You freaked me out," Harry whispers. We're sitting on the floor of our bedroom, Harry's back pressed against the end of the bed with me sitting between his fanned out legs, wrapped comfortably in our fluffy couple robes we got from Zayn and Perrie. The flames in our fireplace flicker rapidly in a beautiful dance, warming my bones.

"I didn't mean to," I whisper back.

"I know, bub. I just… I feel like I could have prevented this all from happening."

"Hey, stop that. We can all blame Taylor," I joke. He laughs at that, the sweet sound of his laugh filling the room.

"It feels good to hear you laugh," I whisper, my eyes closing as a smile overtakes my face. He hums in response, his arms tightening around me.

"We're going on our honeymoon on Friday," he says after a few minutes, breaking through a comfortable silence.

"We had our honeymoon," I mutter.

"No we didn't. We spent the night and then had to turn back around. We're going on a real honeymoon,"

"Can I know the destination this time? Please?" I beg.

"No," he says sternly.

I stand up from our comfortable position and move to the closet, pulling off my robe and replacing it with a sand colored camisole, yoga shorts, and pulling my silk kimono over it, not bothering to tie it closed. As I sit at the vanity, beginning to brush through my tangled hair, Harry enters the closet, looking around for my whereabouts.

"Don't be like that," he whispers, standing on his knees behind my seat at the vanity, his long fingers drawing patterns on my flat stomach.

"Don't be like what?" I ask. "I'm just changing and making myself look presentable. We told everyone we'd be down after I dried off and we had a glass of wine. We've done so. So I'm going down to see everyone."

"You're being stubborn," He mumbles, placing his forehead against my spine.

"I just want to know where we're going," I say.

"Fine. We're not going to Santorini."

"Gee, that sure does narrow down my options," I mutter, standing up. His arms fall to his lap as I walk up the stairs and into the pajama vault, pulling down one of Harry's sweatshirts I never gave back to him. I pull off my kimono, and pull the sweatshirt over my head.

He walks up the stairs, and goes across the floor plan to his pajama vault, where he puls of his robe and grabs down some sweatpants and a white v-neck.

Harry's POV

"Don't be like this," I say, wanting to tell her where we're going. But… the boys were just teasing me last week for being so whipped. I give in to all her tricks, I tell her or give her whatever she wants. But she doesn't ask for a lot… C'mon Harry, stay strong.

She looks at me from her vault and closes the clear glass door, blocking out all noises.

"You're being a bitch," I mumble under my breath, immediately taking it back.

"Why is it so bad that I want to know?" she says, allowing the door to slide back open.

"Why is it so bad that I want it to be a surprise?" I retort.

"Are we fighting?" she whispers. "Harry, we just got fucking married and we're already fighting, god dammit!" she falls to the softly carpeted floor, letting her emotions get the best of her.

"It wasn't a bad fight, if we could even call it that," I say, not moving. "I just… I just want you to be happy, baby. I'm afraid that if I don't keep you on your toes, always guessing… I'm afraid you'll grow bored. And leave me."

She looks at me with sad eyes.

"I could never grow bored of you. You're my muse, my inspiration. No matter what, I will always love you. I will always be fascinated by you. Because I still have yet to figure you out."

I look at her, my smile uncontrollable.

"I love you," I smile. She's so perfect for me.

"You two better get down here, or I'm coming up and I'll drag your asses down! I don't care if you're naked, I'll do it!" Niall's voice comes from the bedroom's entrance.

"We'll be down in a minute!" I call, laughing to myself. Its obvious they've had a bit to drink...

Olivia's POV, two weeks later

"Yeah, El. Yes. Yes, I'm fine. No, its beautiful here. Yes, we're having plenty fun. And alone time," I say, answering Eleanor's constant questions.

Dubai. We're on a private fucking island in fucking Dubai. Its so beautiful and perfect… I'm happy Harry didn't tell me.

"I don't want to come home tomorrow," I whine, looking out at the water. "But apparently we have to get back, since he has another special surprise or whatever," I roll my eyes.

She tries to contain her laughter, but I know what she's doing.

"You know," I accuse, squinting my eyes even though she can't see me.

"I do know," she says, allowing her laughter to explode.

"Tell me!" I say loudly as the people walking on the board walk below look up at me like I'm insane.

I walk back into the house as Harry walks in the front door from getting groceries. He smiles as he sets the bottle of wine and bag of stuff on the granite counter.

"Who are you talking to?" he whispers.

"El," I mouth as he sits at the counter.

"Hi Harry!" she calls through the receiver.

"Hey El," he mumbles, leaning his head back against the cabinets and closing his eyes,

"Anyways, Louis told me you're coming back early because-"

"El, no!" Harry shouts, jumping off the counter and grabbing my cellphone from me. He ends the call and shoves the phone in his pocket.

"What the hell?" I say slowly, looking at him like he's lost his mind.

"She was going to tell you about my surprise for you. And she can't. She can't do that because it a surprise, hence the reason I said it was a surprise," he rambles on, and I'm quite convinced he's confusing even himself.

Perrie's POV

"They'll be home any minute now," I say, rushing up the stairs to get to their penthouse.

"Babe, relax," Zayn laughs, several steps behind me. "By the way, why did we take the stairs? It's like... a thirty story building."

"No, I can't relax. Harry wanted everybody to be there when they came home. And we're going to be late!" I groan, ignoring his question as we finally reach the bottom floor of the top five floors they own. The front door is slightly ajar, and I push in to see everybody sitting out on the balcony, sipping the expensive wine Olivia has been talking about since the engagement party.

"I don't think she's going to be too happy with you all for drinking her wine," I mutter, putting my purse on the couch and walking out to join them.

Ry is sitting on Niall's lap, Louis and Eleanor are sitting on the couch, his arm wrapped around her bare shoulders, Liam and Taylor are both in separate chairs, but he keeps checking on her like she could vanish if he doesn't. Anne and Gemma are sitting on the couch beside Lou and El.

Louis holds up a second bottle of the chardonnay that they're currently drinking, shooting me a 'shut-up' smile.

"Where is the surprise?" I ask, grabbing the glass of wine Taylor is sipping from her hands and downing the remainder. She laughs as I hand her the glass back.

"What surprise?" Liam's brows furrow.

"It's in the bedroom. I was about to go get it," El says, standing up and hooking her arm in mine and leading me to the stairs that descend from the bedroom floor.

"What is it?" I ask excitedly.

"That's the thing. Not even the boys know. Harry said to go get it from the room when they were pulling in. He said he'll make Olivia walk up the stairs so we have time. I don't know what it is, but he said I'll know when I see it," she says, opening the bedroom door. "Apparently Anne and Gemma brought it here and put it somewhere..."

"I'll check the closet," I say.

"Okay. I guess I'll check... everywhere else," she laughs, knowing how huge the bedroom as a whole is.

I run up the stairs of the closet, having not found anything in the lower level. I open the jewelry vault; nothing. Olivia's pajama vault; nothing. The makeup room; nothing. I finally walk across to Harry's pajama vault, not quite sure how I feel about going into my best friend's husband's pajama room.

The glass doors slide open to reveal a box in the center of the tornado that is Harry's pajama vault. Where the hell has their house attendant been?

I walk slowly towards the box, and in it is a sleeping puppy.

"Oh my god," I whisper, cooing as I pick up the little puppy from the box, waking him up by accident. He whimpers before curling up against my shoulder and falling back asleep.

I turn off the lights and close the vault, then descend down the stairs of the closet. El sits on the bd, having not found anything.

"Oh. My. God," she whispers, walking up to me.

The puppy is a golden retriever, which is perfect, considering Olivia likes big dogs. She loves Hatchi, but she's always told me she would prefer a lab or a retriever.

"We have to go," I say, fast walking out of the room. El closes the door behind at we rush down the staircase and out onto the balcony.

Harry's POV

"Ugh, you bastard," Olivia pants. "What kind of husband makes his wife walk up a staircase with three luggages?"

I frown, knowing I'll get an earful for this. She's a full flight of stairs behind me since I'm only carrying the carry-on bags and her tennis shoes that she took off and never put back on when we were on the jet.

"I swear to god, it'll be a miracle if you get some tonight!"

I fake groan, knowing that after the surprise, she'll be in such a good mood, she'll go all night.

"Almost there, baby. Almost there," I laugh as I walk up to the door. About three minutes later, Olivia walks up. Her face is beet red as she throws her special pillow at me.

"We could have taken the fucking elevator," she mumbles, picking up her pillow and pushing the door open.

"I told you, Jarvis wants us all to lose a few pounds. He says this break has been nothing but eating for us," I say.

"Yeah, well Jarvis was at the wedding. He knows this break wasn't just eating," she growls.

She throws the suitcases to the side as she notices our family sitting on the balcony.

"That's my fucking chardonnay," she mumbles to them, taking a full glass of wine from Niall and drinking all of it in five seconds, I swear.

"We got more," Louis laughs.

Olivia nods her head in Louis's direction and smiles. "You're a good man, Mr. Tomlinson."

"Hello, my babies," mum says, pulling us into a hug. Gemma joins in as El snaps a picture with her camera.

A weak whimper comes from behind Perrie and Olivia's head snaps up.

"What was that?" she asks.

Perrie pulls her lips into a tight line, not knowing what to do. I nod and she pulls the puppy from behind her back.

"Aww, oh my gosh," Olivia coos, scooping the puppy up from Perrie's lap and walking over to me.

"Happy honeymoon," I smile, my hands running down the puppy's golden fur.

"Oh my god, Harry," she blushes, looking up at me. She presses her lips gently to mine before her attention is averted back to the Husky Golden-Retriever mix puppy. "Thank you so much! What's his name?"

"I don't know, baby. I suppose we could choose later," I shrug.

"I think he should be called Max," she smiles.

"That's perfect," I whisper, kissing her temple.

"You should be taking notes," Taylor tells Liam, making everyone laugh.

"Well now that that's settled," I begin. "Olivia and I have something to tell you all."

"You're moving out of London, aren't you?" El says, beginning to get worked up.

"No!" Olivia rushes to reassure her. "We're staying right here. But we're buying another level of the building, expanding upwards. We'll now have the top five floors."

"Hell yeah!" Niall says excitedly. "We'll have a perfect view of the football stadium from the south wall!" He high fives Liam as Liam laughs at his excitement.

"This is great and all," Louis laughs. "But why?"

"We thought, you know, we're going to want a lot of space. We want it to fell like a house, not an apartment," I smile.

"Oh honey, it already did feel like a house. Four floors? That's a fucking mansion," Eleanor laughs. "I'm simply happy that you aren't moving out of London."










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