Hello everyone! Well, first things first , yesterday I published a new story, you can check it out on my profile.
It's called 'rent a date'.

I'll update later today. Tell me If you liked it, yeah?

As for this! ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER AND THEN THE EPILOGUE.

who's excited?

I bet you didn't see that coming, did you?

But yes, tomorrow's chapter will be the final one. Sorry 💘

Well, I really love you all, I can't believe the 600 votes already and still growing this fast.

I hope you all have a great day, and see you tomorrow, okay?

Mag 🦋

Ps: I claim this chapter too.

T H I R T Y   T H R E E

"What the hell, Harry?!" - I screamed as soon as I entered the flat and saw the lights on. - "Were you here the whole time while I was being tortured by Zayn?! Really Harry?! what the hell!"

I walked into the bedroom to find him curled up underneath the blankets.
His eyes were all red and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Bunny?"

"Harry? What happened? Oh my God, baby what's wrong?" - I rushed towards him and sat by his side.

"Zayn tortured you? Why? What happened?"

"It can wait, you tell me why you are crying. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." - He sat up and extended his arms to me. - "Come here."

I got inside the blankets by his side and he wrapped his arms around me.
I cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears away.

"Tell me what's wrong, Harry."

"You first."

I swallowed.

"Okay." - I sighed. - "Zayn was leading the rehearsal since you weren't there. And when he told me to practice my solo, he.."

"Wait. Your solo?"

"Yes, he said you told him I should practise my pirouettes."

"No, I told him to only review the group parts today. I would never leave him alone with you. Not after what he had done to you."

"Well, he took me to the other room in the last hour and got me alone to practice my solo. He was mean, Harry. He took me to the edge, he shouted and then he went violent against me. I got out, so he didn't actually hurt me, but It could have gotten worse."

Harry tightened the hug around me and kissed my head.

"I'm going to kill him. I swear, I will."

I felt the tears starting to appear in my eyes, making my sight blurry.

"He said he was the one to tell Claudia. It wasn't Liam. It was him. Because he was jealous."

"What?"

"We punished Liam when he wasn't the one who gave us in."

"Shit! I should have known."

"Harry, please stop." - I said while crying.

He grabbed the back of my head and I hid my face on the crock of his neck, tearing up over his shirt.

"Did he hurt you? What else did he say?"

"Nothing. It's okay. Sorry. I'm just angry and anguished. But tell me about you. Why did you disappear? Why were you crying?" - I said while looking at him.

"I went to see my physical therapist."

"Oh shit, what happened?"

"Nothing, it was just a check up."

"Did it get worse?"

"No, I'm actually better." - He smiled. - "I was crying because I'm kinda scared now."

"Why baby?"

"He told me I can dance again."

"Wait, Really? Baby oh my God, this is amazing!" - I yelled and hugged him tight.

"Yeah. I still need to go slow with the recovery. I need strength in my muscles before doing anything."

"Sure. But still, it's amazing news!"

He smiled and nodded, I took his cheeks and pulled him close to me so I could kiss him.

"I'm so happy for you." - I said, resting my forehead against his'.

"Lou, I was hoping you could help me recover my strength. Like doing exercises with me and you know, just help me along the way."

"Of course. I'd love to. I want to see you dance. And I love to see you happy. Dancing makes you happy. Yes, baby. Yes."

I pecked his lips again and he smiled.

"There's one more thing I've been thinking."

"What is it?"

"It's a proposal."

I froze.

"What?"

"No! Wait. No. Not in that way. I'm not asking you to marry me. Please don't think that. I mean, shit. It's not that I don't want to. It's just that not now. I wanted to ask you another different thing. Not marriage. Wait, do you want to get married?"

"Hey, calm down. Breathe. No, I don't." - I said while giggling. - "I get it, I'm not ready for marriage either. Good to know we are on the same page about that." - I laughed.

"Oh shit. Yes, sorry." - He sighed.

I cupped his cheek and caressed it with my thumb.

"Tell me what your proposal is, you dumbass."

"Ok, so I was thinking. The doctor said I won't get a total recovery, but I'll get pretty close to how it was before, I just can't do big jumps. But I can do everything else. And I really want to go back to dance. But I want to do it with you. And maybe, if you want to as well, we can create an original ballet from scratch to go on tour next year. After we finish with The Nutcracker of course. I'll use this year to recover completely, and then we can make the new one, and dance together. An original ballet about a gay couple. Only if you want to, of course you can say no."

"Are you kidding me?" - I said, amused by his worried look.

"No."

"Harry Styles, I'd be honored to dance with you." - I smiled.

"Yes? I mean I'd probably not be as good as I was before. I hadn't danced properly in two years. I know I lost my fitness and everything. But I don't know, I guess I'm scared that I won't be able to make it."

"Stop rambling, I'll do it. I'll help you recover, I'll dance by your side, I'll give you everything I can. Ok? You don't even have to ask for it."

"Yes?"

"Yes. When do we start?" - I smiled.

He smiled back and hugged me closer, buried his face in my neck and fisted the back of my shirt.
I laid in my back, head pressed against the pillow.

Harry had accommodated himself and now he was curled up against me with his legs tangled with mine below the blankets.
I lifted my hand to his hair and intertwined my fingers into his curls.

I looked up at the ceiling and smiled to myself.

"This means you're planning a future with me." - I said.

"Does that bother you?"

"No, baby. Not at all. Where are all these insecurities coming from?"

"I don't know."

I kissed his nose.

"I promise I won't stop until you're fully recovered, I promise I'll deal with your frustration, with your insecurities and your fear. I'm going to be with you all the way, and we are going to dance together."

"Thanks bunny."

"You earned it."