What Makes You Beautiful *Complete*

*The sequel to "All You Need Is Love".* Rosie and Emily are now living in London, in the same flat complexes as the One Direction boys. Harry and Rosie are still dating. Niall and Emily are also dating. Soon the boys will put out their own songs. But what happens when Rosie gets jealous of all the girls throwing themselves at Harry. And what happens when Harry gets a little jealous of boys looking at Rosie.


6. Talking

*The Next Morning*

I wake up with Harry's arms wrapped around me. He's still asleep, and I want to get up. I carefully move his hands and slip out of bed. Then I go to the kitchen. The clock in there reads 8:34am. "Good, I didn't sleep into late," I mumble to myself. I then go to the fridge and get out eggs and bacon. Then I get to work making breakfast.

Right before I finish, I feel hands on my waist. "Morning babe," says a sexy, husky, British voice.

"Good morning Hazza," I say.

"The food smells great."


"You're welcome," he kisses my cheek. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

"To the moon and back."


Harry and I are talking in the living room. We've already gotten ready and have two hours to waste. "Babe, did you have fun last night?"

"Harry, I spent time with you. Of course I had fun."

"I'm surprised you caved in and slept with me."

I snuggle into him, my face heating up. "I don't know why I did it. Something in me just said to go for it."

"I'm glad you did. I love you. You're my everything. I want you to know that. I can't live without you. I don't want you to be afraid to do anything with me."

I look up at him, "I won't. It's just, you're my first boyfriend. And I love you. I don't want to jack it up by doing something stupid."

"Babe, it's okay. I won't try and rush you. I'm doing things at my pace. If you don't like something, just tell me." He looks down at me.

I nod, "Okay. I'm kind of glad you're taking charge. 'Cause I have no clue what to do."

He smiles, "That's what I'll always do babe." Then he leans down and gives me a kiss.

*Three Hours Later*

All the boys, Emily, and I are standing in a line to get on to a plane. Harry's hand is interlocked with mine. I have my backpack, full of stuff to do on the plane, slung over my shoulder. My old sketch book and my new sketch book are many of the things stuffed into it.

We finally get to the front of the line and Harry hands the lady our tickets. Then we walk through the tunnel to the plane. It takes a good ten minutes before we get settled into our seats. I've only been on a plane a few times, most of those being a private plane, so every time is a learning experience.

The plane is sort of big, after I take a few seconds to look around. Three rows of three seats. Liam, Harry, and I on the left. I'm by the window; Harry in the middle; Liam on the end. Niall and Emily in the middle aisle. Emily on the left end; Niall in the middle. Lastly, Zayn and Louis are behind my row. Louis's behind me; Zayn's behind Harry.

It's amazing to think I'm going to America. It is going to a long plane ride, but it will all be worth.   

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