8

                                    

                                          
Harry
                          
I was anxious. I know Ezra feels something, she has to. The connection between us is undeniable and can't just go one way. 
                          
But. 
                          
But there is always a possibility of her not feeling the same. Of her not wanting this, not wanting me. I'm not arrogant— well, maybe a little— I know not everyone is under the Harry Styles spell. Ezra included, because she doesn't put up with my bullshit. She actually calls me out and I kind of like it. I like that she treats me like a normal person and never let's who I am to the world distort who I am to her.
                          
"Okay, well maybe your sister just missed you! You literally told me that you haven't seen her, in person, in 4 months. We all know you're busy, I get that," she said with a more stern voice before softening her facial expression and body language. She rested her chin on my shoulder and wrapped an arm around my back while holding my forearm with her other hand. "You still have to choose to make important people in your life a priority, H. Fly her here, take a quick trip, face-time her. You don't want to miss out on these conversations and drift apart, I know you. You love her so much and she's so attentive to you, so I understand where her frustration comes from."
                          
It definitely wasn't fun to hear this. I know I've been a shit brother and not given Gem the time she deserves. I just get so busy and tired and I don't make the time that I know I can. 
                          
"Hey," she said softly squeezing my arm lightly. I shifted my head to look at her and saw her smile softly before she kissed my cheek. "Just talk to her, I'm gonna cook dinner."
                          
As Ezra got up to give me privacy to call Gem I pulled her back to press a kiss against her lips. 
                          
"Thank you," I mumbled against her. 
                          
"For what?"
                          
"For being real with me and not sparing my feelings. Not many people just tell me how it is."
                          
She smiled and kissed me one last time before standing up. 
                          
"Call your sister."
                          
I set up a spot outside under the string of white christmas tree lights I hung one year and never took down. I was growing increasingly nervous for when Ezra arrived because everything can change. 
                          
Is it crazy that after two weeks of knowing each other and seeing each other everyday I want to call her mine already? Does time even matter when the feeling you get around that special person is indescribable? Is it so wrong and abrupt and too soon to know that Ezra is the woman I want forever? 
                          
Maybe she isn't thinking about settling down. After twenty-seven years and eleven of those years being in the eye of the public I'm exhausted. Everything changed for me when I joined the band. I went from a young guy working at a bakery to selling sold out arenas. I've had my share of relationships and while I've had closure with all of them I love relationships— in a healthy way. I'm very much content on my own, I can survive on my own. I know I can, but I don't want to. I want a partner and kids and everything else I've always wanted because I'm still me. I'm still the kid from the bakery shop, I'm just older and experienced more things. But my core, who I am is still the same.
                          
I want a partner and kids and I think Ezra is meant to be mine and we do life together. I just know. There's a feeling I get that I can't describe but it's enough to confirm in me that I'm willing to do anything for Ezra, even wait if she isn't ready because there's no one else besides her. 
                          
"Harry?" Her voice sent the warmest feeling through my body as she walked into the kitchen. When she spotted me she visibly relaxed and smiled but I could tell she had a lot on her mind.