Chapter 22

                                    

                                          
“Harry what are we going to do about Olly? He can’t live in a hotel,” I say as we walk through the door. It’s seven thirty in the evening and we’re both exhausted after looking at houses with Louis and Eleanor all afternoon. I hadn’t had time to ask Harry about Olly while we were house searching but now that we were about collapse on the sofa and watch the telly for the rest of the night I thought now was appropriate. 
                          
 
                          
“He can stay with us until he finds a place of his own, we have plenty of room,” Harry shrugged his shoulders as we trudged over to the sofa and plopped down. I smiled brightly, I loved being on tour when Olly was there he was so happy and fun, I suppose that’s why he gets along with Niall so well. 
                          
 
                          
I lean over and kiss Harry’s cheek and snuggle in to his side as he switches on the telly. I pull out my phone to call Olly and there’s a phone ringing from upstairs. Maybe he left his phone here last time he was here. Harry lets out a chuckle when Olly answers the phone and appears at the bottom of the staircase. “Oliver,” I squawk when he smiles broadly at me.
                          
 
                          
“Jessamine,” He mocks as he walks over to us on the sofa.
                          
 
                          
He sits beside me and grins, “I called him this morning and told him where the spare key was.” Harry murmurs in to my ear when I glance at him in shock. I let go out my lovely fiancé and lean over to give Olly a hug. 
                          
 
                          
“How was your day?” He asks as he hugs me back.
                          
 
                          
“It was wonderful, we went shopping and bought baby stuff and then we went with Lou and El to help them find a house.” I told him with a bright grin. Life was fantastic right now, the only thing that would make it better would be being able to hang out with Niall, but he’s on holiday with Noelle, off doing god only knows at god only knows where. 
                          
 
                          
“Did they find a house?” He asks. 
                          
 
                          
“Nope, Eleanor didn’t like any of the houses we saw; she wants one as fancy as ours apparently.” I laugh. 
                          
 
                          
“That sounds about right,” He chuckled. “Well I was just about to head out with some of the lads, so I’ll see you lovers later, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He chuckles as he kissed the top of my head and pulls himself off the sofa. I wave and Harry says goodbye and he’s out the door without another word. 
                          
 
                          
 
                          
Niall’s point of view
                          
 
                          
I offered to take Noelle away so we could work on things, I know I have to get over Jess, I know I have to move on and I know that Noelle is the one I should move on with. We’re in the middle of nowhere in a lovely holiday house doing everything together and when I say everything I mean everything. We sleep together, eat together and shower together. Truth be told I’m actually enjoying myself and I know that Noelle is happy too. 
                          
 
                          
She’s realised that I’m trying to be happy and I’m trying to make her happy. She’s trying to make me happy too and I really appreciate her trying. I feel bad that I can’t tell her that I love her back but she understands. She said that when she told me that she loved me she wasn’t expecting me to say it back anyway.