Gotta Be You

What happens after Jules and Harry get engaged? And what happens when Jules introduces her best friend, Carmen, to Niall? Will he break up with Demi for her or will they keep pretending that they weren't attracted to each other since the moment they met?

*Author Note:* Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Operation Haylor, which you can find on my profile if you haven't read it. Unfortunately, Josh, the awesome guy who co-wrote Operation Haylor with me, isn't going to be writing any of Gotta Be You (unless he wants to do a bonus chapter or something, which has been discussed, so look out for it possibly).


8. Chapter 8

A week later, Harry unlocked the door and I went straight for the couch. “Ah, it's nice to be home,” I said, dropping my suitcase and plopping down.

“Didn't you like Japan?” he asked, sitting down next to me and throwing his arm on the couch behind me.

“No, I told you a bunch of times I loved it. I just really wanted to say that,” I told him. I laid my head in his lap. “It feels so weird,” I said quietly.

“What does, babe?” To my delight, he started running his fingers through my hair.

I waved my hand, gesturing to him, us, the house. “Being here. Living here. Being married to you,” I said, absentmindedly twirling my wedding ring around my finger.

“A good weird, yeah?” he asked.

“'Course,” I told him, looking up into his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “It's all happening, love,” he said. “This is your house now. I'm yours now.”

It was exactly what I wanted to hear. He knew me so well.

I sighed contentedly, flipped onto my side, and pulled my knees in closer, curling up.

The week had gotten me quite comfortable with being in the same bed as Harry. And once I'd gotten over the initial extreme excitement, I fell asleep sooner than I used to. Sleeping near Harry made it so much easier to relax now. I already couldn't fathom how I'd ever been able to fall asleep without him there. I felt so much safer, like nothing bad could possibly happen. It was heaven.

“I should call Carmen,” I mumbled to him sleepily. “And my mom.”

“Then do it,” he replied.



The next thing I knew, my head wasn't in Harry's lap anymore.

I peeked one eye open slowly. He was stooping over me, now sliding his hands underneath me, holding me in his arms.

“Mm,” I protested. “Harry, what are you doing?”

“I'm taking you upstairs.”


“It's late. You fell asleep.”

“Well I can walk,” I told him, squirming a little.

“It's alright,” he said. “I can carry you.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, try to fall back to sleep, love,” he said.

I snuggled further into his chest. I wasn't about to protest any more. If he said it was alright, I would gladly stay always cradled in his arms.

He carried me up the stairs, then he placed me in bed.

I tried to fall back to sleep, I really did. I felt like a kid that pretends to fall asleep in the car so they can be carried inside. I wasn't trying to be that kid, honest.

I heard Harry getting ready for bed in the bathroom attached to our room. I pulled myself out of bed and stood in the doorway.

“I'm sorry I woke you up,” he told me, looking at me in the mirror.

“It's alright,” I told him. “I should really call Carmen and my mom anyway. I told them I'd call them when we got back. They might be looking on the news to see if our plane crashed or something.”

He chuckled. “Alright, love,” he said, kissing my forehead as he walked past me. I turned around and watched as he sat down in our bed, his head against the wall and his long legs in front of him.

I jumped in, too, and grabbed the phone off the nightstand. I punched in the familiar numbers of my old house. Weird that I wouldn't be answering the phone there anymore.

“Hello?” my father answered groggily.

“Hi dad.”

“Hey. How's it going? Did you guys just get back?” he asked.

“No, we've been back for a while,” I told him. “I just, uh, never called Mom.”

“Have a good flight?” he asked.


“Alright. Want me to get Mom now for you?”

“Yes, please.”

“K. Love ya, bye,” he said.

“Love ya, bye,” I replied.

I turned to Harry, placed my hand on his thigh, and drummed my fingers as I waited to for my mom to get on the phone.

“You two are quite chatty,” he said.

I laughed and shrugged. “Sure are,” I joked.

“Hello?” my mom said, calling my attention back to the phone.

“Hey,” I said.

Harry laced his fingers through my hand and began to twirl my hair with the other hand.

“Why didn't you call?” she asked.

“Fell asleep,” I told her. “Sorry.”

“Alright. Well I was worried. Did you have a good flight? Everything went okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, everything's great,” I told her.


“I better go so I can call Carmen now,” I told her. “She doesn't know I'm back either.” That was probably a mistake... Maybe Harry and I should have stopped and visited Carmen and my family before coming home or something...

“Then you better call her,” my mom said.

“Yeah. Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you.”

I pressed end and dialed Carmen's number.

“Jules? Where have you been? You were supposed to call me three hours ago. I've been so worried. I was about to come over there and if you weren't there I'd go to your mom and then I'd call the police and-”

I laughed. “Carmen, take a breath. I'm home. We're okay. I just fell asleep after we got back. Sorry.”

“Sorry?” she exclaimed. “You better be sorry. I was worried about you!”


“Sure, sure,” she scolded. “So how was the flight?”

“Good. Long. Boring. You know.”


“So you're still coming over to help me move into Harry's tomorrow, right?” I asked.

“Yes. I still don't understand why you didn't just bring it over gradually. It's not like you didn't visit him after you guys got engaged. You could've brought a few things over here and there.”

“I know. That's what Harry said. But I just wanted an excuse to get everyone over. Don't you want an excuse to see Niall?” I asked her and glanced at Harry. His face didn't show me anything. We'd never discussed anything about Carmen and Niall. I thought it was about time we did. I wanted to always talk to him about everything and vice-versa.

“Of course I do,” she replied.

“Then I'll see you tomorrow Carmen. Sorry again about not calling,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah. Don't ever forget to call me again,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma'am,” I teased. “You know my mother didn't even seem this worried.”

“Goodnight,” Carmen sing-songed before hanging up.

I hung up and placed the phone in my lap, absentmindedly staring off into space and trying to figure out how to explain to Harry why I had asked Carmen if she wanted an excuse to see Niall.

Harry shook my hand a little, grabbing my attention again. “Going to put the phone back, love?” he asked.

“Yeah, right,” I told him. I placed it back in the cradle on the nightstand.

“You don't have to explain. Anyone can see she likes Niall,” he said. I turned to him. “Especially Demi.”

“I'm sorry Harry,” I told him. “I really don't want there to be drama or anything. And I like Demi. You know I like Demi. Carmen just really, really likes Niall.”

Harry pulled me closer and kissed my cheek. “It's not your fault, love. A lot of girls in this world like Niall.”

“Yeah. That's true I guess,” I said. “Hey Harry?”


“Next time don't let me fall asleep.”

He laughed, gently grabbed my face, and kissed me. “No promises.” He kissed me again. “Goodnight,” he said, laying down and pulling the sheets up.

“Okay. Goodnight,” I replied, scooting down with him.

He turned to me, grinned, clapped, and the lights went out. “I love doing that,” he said.

I laughed. Then I scooted closer and slid my hand across his chest. I laid there for a minute. “Harry?”


“I'm not tired anymore.”

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