When I wake up I immediately groan at the fact that my bladder is going to explode. I grab my phone from my nightstand checking the time, and temporarily blinding myself. It's only 3 am. Good I still have about 6 or 7 hours of sleep. I sigh rolling out of my bed bringing my phone with me. Might as well check Twitter while I pee. I lazily rub my eyes sitting on the toilet. When I finish I start making my way to the bathroom door.

"AHH!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. A huge fucking spider is mocking me by crawling in front of my bathroom door. It has to be at least 5 inches from tip of leg to tip of leg. I stumble back into my shower cover my mouth as it starts moving. I'm fucking trapped. I cringe squeezing my eyes shut so I don't cry. Fuck I hate spiders so much. Maybe I can call Harry and he will come over to kill it. No he said he was really tired. If he is actually sleeping I wouldn't want to wake him. Eric!

I dial Eric's number praying he answers. My eyes don't leave the disgusting creature. I internally scream as his voicemail pick ups. Fucking Eric.

"Thanks asshole!" I say into the reciever before hanging up. Maybe Harry won't mind or he will be pissed I'm waking him up,

"Oh fuck it."I roll my eyes and click on his contact calling him. I'm about to hang up when he picks up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice is raspy and slightly confused.

"Harry, I need your help." I mumble. I hear him shuffle before he responds.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? It's...3 am what could possibly of happened? Is someone in your house?" Harry says rapidly. I groan sliding down and sitting in my bath.

"Nobody is in my house, but- okay don't hate me. I got up to go pee and I was about to go back to bed and there is a huge fucking spider and I need you to come kill it." My cheeks heat up at how stupid I sound. Harry immediately starts laughing.

"There... Is a... Spider!" Harry says between laughs.

"Stop! Seriously! You asshole it trapped me in here. This will be the only fucking time I ask you to come save me so get your ass over here." I pinch the bridge of my nose, a habit I picked up from Harry.

"Already in my car. I'll be there in 3 minutes. See you soon Baby" Harry says laughing.

"See you soon" I chuckle slightly before hanging up. I set my phone down. It's a few moments before I realize my door is locked.

"Your Prince Charming is here to save you!!" Harry says loudly. I cringe at my poor neighbors trying to sleep.

"Harry! My neighbors!" I say equally as loud making him laugh. He opens the door.

"Where is- oh damn" Harry's eyes slightly widen at the sight of the spider. He doesn't hesitate before using his boot stomping on the spider. I cover my mouth as Harry cleans up the spider flushing it down the toilet. I still haven't moved from my spot in the bathtub.

"Your hair looks beautiful by the way" Harry compliments me. A smile over comes my face. He walks over to me. I put my arms around his neck hugging him.

"Thank you for saving me, Bear." I say into his neck.

"Anytime, Sweetheart." Harry tightens his grip around me. He lets go of me turning around to walk back to my room. He spins around when he realizes I'm not following him.

"It's safe baby. I'm here" Harry smirks holding his hand out for me. He sighs noticing my hesitation. He doesn't say a word as he picks me up carrying me to my bed.

"I'm gonna go. You know so you can chill." Harry chuckles laying me in my bed, tucking me in.

"Noooo stay." I wrap my hand around his wrist. Harry sighs taking his pants and shirt off before crawling into bed. He lays behind me wrapping his arm around my waist pulling my back to his front.

"Where were you today? Be honest." I mumble. Harry's body stiffens behind me. I roll my eyes at the fact that he was in fact lying.

"How did you know I was lying?" He sighs loosening a bit.

"You're a shitty liar."

"Oh, um I was visiting my dad." Harry tenses again at the mention of his father. I'm not sure why, but he does.

"Where at?" I try and get as many answers as I possibly can.

"Prison." Harry sounds defeated. Harry's dad is in jail?

"Why is he in jail?" I ask, still not turning around.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise. I'm just- I really tired Ava." Harry kisses the back of my neck causing me to sigh. I'm not quite that tired yet so might as well bug him.

"Where you asleep? When I called you?" I ask laying my hand over top of his.

"Not really." He mumbles. I can feel his breath as he talks on the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry." I don't know why I'm apologizing it's just feels necessary. His grip tights a bit as if he's hugging me and saying it's ok. We lay in silence for a little, not an awkward one just comfortable silence.

"Harry?" I turn around to face to him. A sudden fear that there could be more of those devil worshipers aka spiders in my apartment.

"What babe?" He groggily says. He can barely keep his eyes open as he speaks.

"What if there are more of them? What am I supposed to do?" I am probably not going to sleep tonight. Images of those nasty things crawling on my face make me shiver.

"Move in with me." Harry mumbles. I roll my eyes moving closer to him.

"Seriously Harry." I sigh. He opens his eyes staring into mine. His eyes are slightly bloodshot from sleepiness, but his green eyes are still brighter than my future.

"Seriously, move in with me. You practically live there anyway. Just think about." Harry closes his eyes. I think that's the last time I'll be getting him to speak tonight. Harry wants me to move in with him? Where did that even come from? We haven't been dating all but maybe 3 weeks if that. It feels so much longer than that though. I don't know how long I have know him, but it's not long enough to fucking move in with him. I mean sure I love spending time with him and being with him is like I'm living in a dream, but everyday all the time together seems crazy. Harry and my relationship is nothing but crazy. It could also be amazing though.

Harry and I living together? Could you imagine? It would be so much fun, but stressful as fuck.

Maybe he will not even remember this in the morning? I'm not going to bring it up or talk about it unless he does first.

Snoring beside me brings me out of my thoughts. I look at the beautiful man beside me admiring everything he is. His mouth his slightly open as he is in a deep sleep. He looks so at peace. Harry's hair is swept in front of his face so I lightly move it. He tightens his grip around my waist making my lips curve up.

He is always there for me even if I don't want him to. As much as I didn't want to admit it he is my protector and my world. I love the way he looks at me or how he always makes time for me. I love when we banter back and forth and then are laughing two minutes after. I love the fact that we are the couple that call each other offensive names, but we know each other's boundary. I even love how jealous he gets when another guy even looks my way. It makes me feel like he actually cares. I love that I can talk to him for hours and he will listen to me, actually listen to me. I love that he makes me feel so beautiful, and worthy. Harry makes me feel so special without even trying. When I'm with him I feel safe and happy. He makes me laugh and I just fucking love his corny jokes. Most the time if we aren't laughing or kissing Harry is annoying the shit out of me, and I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. There are some days when I just want to punch him in the face and others when I just want to kiss his face, but everyday with him is the best day. I love how much he cares about me. Harry makes me feel alive. He makes me insane and sane all at once. Even with all his secrets I feel like I know the most about him.

Steady tears are falling down my face.

Fuck, I love him. I love him so much.