London's POV:

"Nothing there.", he said, me standing wrapped inside a sheet at the edge of the staircase. 

"Come back, let's just forget about it." I pleaded, wanting him to come back to me. I know that I was in shock and that I was the one telling him that someone was in or outside his house, but after him looking through the whole first level, I just wanted him back by my side. And also, I had a strange feeling in my body. He was so upset about this incident that he was continuously  talking about it. I didn't want him to forget about last night. 

  I saw him looking up to me, blinking with his eyes, before he did what I asked for, coming up the stairs and giving me a kiss on the forehead. Well, I didn't ask for that, but I surely enjoyed it.

"Alright, let's go back to bed. I locked everything twice and checked on every door and window." he told me, sliding his big hands through between the two ends of the sheet that I fisted in my hands, embracing my naked body and pulling me towards his warm chest. "I love you.", he whispered and we stood there stuck in the moment.

   The next morning I woke up as Harry was still asleep. I decided on going to my parents' house, to get some stuff I would need for the few stay overs at Harry's house, because I knew that my parents didn't want to see me since the last evening and the encounter we had. 

  After I ate something, creating a small breakfast for Harry as well, I put on my clothes from yesterday and ran upstairs to give Harry, who was still sleeping soundly, a kiss on the cheek, leaving a note for him on the bedside table.

 I walked the whole way to my house, frowning as I recognize my parents at the front door. They weren't at work, which was very confusing, carrying stuff outside instead. It took me a few seconds to realize what they were having in their arms. As I saw my laptop, my beloved bed, the curtains and everything I had inside my room, outside. My eyes grew wide and I couldn't believe what I had in front of me. I would have never considered my parents to be this rude and beastly. They were already a portrait of total unfaithfulness, because they didn't care about anything else except the company, but now they have transferred the responsibility for their own daughter into the hands of fate. They didn't even care. 

  I started to run over to them, slamming the few books out of my father's hands, as he was about to throw them to the ground anyways. I looked over at my mother, who was shocked meeting me after we separated in an argument yesterday. She was never the type of woman to forgive someone. She was so stubborn and selfish.  

"What the hell do you think you two are doing here?" I asked them, pointing at all my furniture, clothes and things that belonged to me. Now they belong to the street, or what do they try to say with this? 

"You are no longer living in our household. You don't behave like our daughter." Mum said, turning around to get inside and coming out again with the last box of books. 

"Actually..." 

"What?" My father interrupted me, staring into my eyes like he was about to rip my lips apart so I would finally finish. 

"...you were never something called 'parents' to me. You were never home. You were never there for me. I'm glad you make this step and I know I will be happy now." That was a slap into the face. At least their facial expressions were worth all the drama. They were hilarious. 

"Ha! Then go back to your boyfriend until he is tatted up in ink to the point were you can't see his face anymore." I choked, wanting to slap her for real. 

"Oh, I will! And I will ignore you for the rest of my life until your company will fall apart and nobody's there to take care of it. Because I for sure have better things to do." I yelled. 

"Fuck you!" My mother screamed right into my face and I could feel the anger, the sadness and the desire to never ever see them again all over and inside my body. They sickened me.

  "No, fuck you." I shouted back at her, as they both disappeared inside my now old house, shutting the door behind their stupid backs. 

 This wasn't a teenage-parents argument. I mean I am old enough to have my own place, but I hadn't ever considered to do so. I was almost always alone at home. This was a hardcore fight between someone who had finally realized her point of view, me, and two childishly behaving people, who were working their butt off, my parents. But I was more than fine with the fact that I no longer needed to be with them. Yes, I did cry, but I would rather say that it was because of the way my parents were, than because of the fact that I hated them and they seemed to hate me, too. 

  I took out my phone and called Harry. He may be awake already, I thought. And he actually was. 

"Hey, where are you? And thanks for the lovely breakfast. I really did enjoy it, although it would have been better with you on the other side of the table." He chuckled, but as I started to speak, he started to get worried about me. 

"No. They just threw my out of their household. I have no place to be now. Can I stay at your's for at least a few days?" I had considered staying at my grandma's, the only person I could trust, besides Harry. But I didn't want her to know about the thing with my parents and I. She didn't need to know everything.  

"Sure. I would love to have you over." He said and I could feel the butterflies inside my stomach, because seconds of last night flew back into my mind, causing a deep tingling sensation. "I think about moving into another place anyways. I don't feel comfortable to live inside a house where somebody tried to get inside. I saw a few scratches outside, on the door frame." 

"We'll talk about that later. I just need a spot for my things right now, before it starts raining." 

"Sure thing, London. I'll pick you up in ten minutes, we are already done over here-" 

"Done?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I had a studio appointment with the boys and the team today." 

"Oh." 

"Yeah, well I will pick you up there with the Range Rover. We might need to drive a few times, but I mean, your house isn't too far from mine." 

"Okay, thank you Harry. I love you."

"Don't be sad, you deserve way more love than it was given to you inside that house. I love you." The tears were coming back again, because of the beautiful words of Harry. He was so charming, cheeky, yet caring. Nothing could stop me from loving the way he was. He was perfect. He always was. 

 He picked me up like he said. I put my favorite books inside the trunk. Perks of Being A Wallflower, The Divergent Trilogy, same as the Hunger Games Trilogy and Carrie made their way inside the car and the rest of the books, I left them in front of my old front door. Those were books of bad memories with my nanny and a few just weren't that interesting. I threw a DVD against the living room's window, a stupid movie about a princess that I got from my mother on my seventh birthday. She didn't even knew that I had never been that much into princesses and pink glitter and such. I took all my clothes, since it weren't that much. Niall said he would take my furniture over at his place, where he had an empty garage. I could only thank him through a short text message, because Harry and I were in a hurry.  

  As we arrived at Harry's house for the second time, we left the last load inside the car. It was late and raining outside, so we stayed in front of the TV. Niall sent me a message back, saying that he and the rest of the boys had picked up all my things that were left over and that they were save from the rain now. I thanked him again, before I fell back into Harry's arms. 

"I am really jealous of you and your friends. You must be so proud of them." I admitted. 

"They are now your friends, too." Harry mumbled, leaning in to kiss my hair. He was so lovely and sometimes he actually was the little freak he pretended to be a few days ago. He is a freak. A beautiful, sexy freak...My freak.

"Thank you for being here for me." I looked up at his beautiful emerald green eyes. He looked so young and handsome, though he behaved like an adult. Because we were adults, and I really needed to start a new life. My own life. And he was the starting line...

"I would never let you suffer alone. You don't deserve that." He whispered. "I am here, always, right by your side." ...and I hoped that he would be there until I would reach the finish line.