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Anita smiled at me in the mirror as she curled my hair, "Funny, I'm getting so much deja vu." She giggled pinning the curl up. She had worked a cute 60s inspired hairstyle on me, and was now curling the loose pieces.

"I know, and I still owe you drinks for being right." She nodded and we both laughed.

"I know, Harry's been hogging up your time, I miss you."

"I know, I'm sorry. He's traveling in between shows the next two weeks, for press for his and Olivia's movie, so, I just wanted to take in a bit of stability this week."

Anita nodded, pinning up the last curl and spraying hairspray on my head, "I'm just teasing Maggie, I know."

"I'm sorry Olivia made you cry and I wasn't there Anita."

Anita shook her head, anger clearly on her face, "It's fine. She was clearly and obviously making sure you weren't anywhere. I don't know how we are going to function these next two weeks."

I half smiled, "I know. At least we get breaks? This week, we are off, off, on, on, off, on, and on."

"True. So is Harry going to be gone every off day?"

"The first two, yes, not the last two. The next week, he's gone for four days straight though, mmm." I pouted softly.

"I'm sorry Mags."

"It's fine, I guess," I bit my lip looking down at my hands, "It would be fine I mean. It's just—Olivia." Anita interrupted me, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, Olivia."

"Maggie, I just don't trust her. I've seen the way she moves. How she gets her way."

I took a deep breath nodding my head, not looking up to her, the doubt I had kept locked up this week slowly creeping out. Anita noticed the pain in my face and quickly kneels down in front of me, "I'm sorry, I don't know when to shut my mouth. Tonight wasn't the time. Harry is obviously crazy about you Mags. He wouldn't deal with all this stress if he didn't. He would just say, 'Margarita, I prefer Martinis!'"

I burst out laughing and Anita quickly joined, "Anita, you know, I don't tell you, ever, but you really are my best friend."

Anita smiled real big before reaching out and hugging me, "And you're mine," she pulled away, "And no best friend of mine steps down without a fight."

I nodded and smiled, "Nope. I'm a fighter."

"There is no lie there. Now let's get your makeup on, Harry said you couldn't be late."

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Anita pulled up to a random building in LA, and stopped at the front door, "Well this is it. Harry said for you to take the elevator to the top floor, then there is a door on the right when you get off that leads to the roof."

"Sounds like he's about to murder me."

Anita and I both laughed and she leaned over to hug me, "Have the greatest time today. Love ya!"

"Love ya too. Thank you again, for everything."

Anita smiled, waving me off as I got out of the car. I turned to look at her one more time before heading inside. The lobby area was small, and a blonde woman sat at the front desk, she smiled at me almost as if she knew.

I pushed the elevator button and straightened out my red dress as I waited for it to arrive. I had bought a red midi dress, with a bit of a poof on the skirt, and a square neckline which I loved against my frame, and how it emphasized my collarbones. Anita kept calling me Allie from the Notebook and I just kept rolling my eyes, especially when she used it to convince me to wear red lipstick.

When I finally made it to the top floor, I found my way to the door and nervously climbed up the stairs to the roof. Once I reached the top, I opened the final door and gasped.

Harry had turned the whole roof top, into a mini lounge and dinner area, with a big screen projecting the beginning of a movie which I was more than positive was Love Actually.

I scanned the area and smiled when he stood up from one of the couches, and turned to look at me. He mouthed the words wow at me and I couldn't help but look down, shaking my head, blushing. He wore a loose blue top, the first three buttons undone in true Harry fashion and a pair of white pants. He had even brushed his hair back, he looked so utterly handsome. He met me halfway and took my hand spinning me around before bringing me in his arms.

He smiled at me with that Cheshire smile that melts me, "You look ridiculously beautiful Maggie."

"You don't look so bad yourself." I smiled, placing my hand on his bare chest.

He leaned down and kissed my nose, "Can I show you around our oasis?"

I nodded and he let go of me taking my hand, "So for dinner, we will be having steak for you, salmon for me. Asparagus, and lots of veggies, mashed potatoes. And of course some wine. Then," he walked me to the couches, "A feature film, Love Actually of course, but we are going to watch the Notebook during dinner. With popcorn, some of those cinnamon things you like from Taco Bell, umm, dried fruit, you know for me, and lots of chocolate and sweets. I don't know what kind my assistant and Anita picked them out."

"Anita helped?" I said both my eyebrows up.

"Yes, she helped me hire everyone to create this," he smiled.

"She was playing so dumb with me, but everything makes sense now. She kept saying I looked like Allie from the Notebook." We both laughed.

"She's a funny one, you kind of do though. More beautiful, but you do." He smiled at me, "Come on, let's eat."

He walked me over to the table, pulling out the chair for me, "Madam."

"So proper." I smiled.

"It's the first date, gotta turn on all the sparkle."

I cracked up shaking my head, "the sparkle?"

"Yes, the glitz and all." He laughed while taking his seat. For the first time since meeting him, he looked nervous.

"Is this the wine from your house?" I pointed to the familiar bottle.

"Yes, and white for me for the fish." He grabbed the bottle and my glass serving me some.

As he served the wine, two servers came out bringing all our food. Everything smelled amazing, and I didn't realize until then how hungry I was.

"I just realized I haven't eaten all day." I laughed a little.

"I haven't either, I was too nervous, to be honest, I wanted everything to go perfectly."

"Well so far it's exceeding any expectations I may have had."

"That's reassuring," he smiled softly at me, thanking the servers as they left.

We began eating our dinner and it was amazing. The steak melted in my mouth and the piece of salmon he fed me was seasoned so beautifully.

"This is all truly so wonderful, Harry. Thank you. I know you have a lot on your plate starting tomorrow, so thank you for this."

"I didn't want to leave the day after tomorrow without showing you how much you really mean to me."

I smiled and nodded, pushing my asparagus around on my plate, "I'm a little nervous about that. If I'm being honest."

"I am too. I just...I know you say you trust me. A bit more anyway, I just hope it's strong enough, no matter what the tabloids or the media say."

"My plan is to just avoid it all, which is hard, but I'll figure it out. I trust you more everyday Harry, and it helps that I know you won't be kissing her. It helps with the trust factor. It feels like it's only reserved for me."

He smiled slightly, "That's what I wanted. For my kisses, and the intimacy of it to be only for you."

I smiled at him and nodded, looking over at the movie, "I love this part. The montage of them falling in love. Sometimes I wish life had that, to just look back at those moments, not the ones you record and photograph, but the ones that live only in your mind."

"It would be beautiful, that's like the beauty of home videos from back in the day. Special moments like that were caught, not always intentionally."

I looked at him and nodded, "Exactly. Like...it hurts to see them sometimes, and see the videos, but I love my old home videos. Seeing my mom and dad happy. Seeing the good times, I don't remember but I know they shared."

"We will create more. Of you and your mom and your sister. Not to replace, but to have those same feelings in the future." He smiled at me reaching out for my hand, and I placed mine in his.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He smiled, squeezing my hand.

We finished our dinner, glancing over at the movie every once in a while, but caught up in our conversation. He asked me what I wanted him to bring me back from his days in New York and Italy and I let him know I wanted coffee cups, because it's what I collect.

We finished our dinner and he led me to the couches, extending a blanket over us as it was getting a bit chilly. I laid back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. Love Actually started as soon as The Notebook ended but I couldn't concentrate. My mind was running so wild.

I had never felt so comfortable as I did now in Harry's arms. Not even with Charles, and I felt bad comparing my relationship with Harry to Charles every time, but it was all I knew. Still, everything with Harry was so different. On a whole different level than with Charles. I found myself craving Harry, his touch, his laughter, the way he tasted on my lips, his woodsy smell. When I wasn't with him, I was wondering what he was doing, and when we were in the same room it was like there was a string working really hard to pull us together.

Which made him leaving tomorrow and this week so much harder. I kept playing scenarios in my head where this didn't work, and it made me feel so uneasy. Why did the first relationship I allow myself to get involved in have to be so complicated. I didn't regret what it had turned into, but it made my heart feel heavy the more I thought about it.

HARRY POV

I hate that we had brought up me leaving and Olivia, but it would be unfair of me to deny her the ability to express what was on her mind. I had brought her into this situation. I was the one that brought the complications. It was only fair that I allowed her to express how she felt about them.

I pulled her closer to me, and I could feel the tension in her body. Since the moment she laid back on me, it had only grown. I kissed the top of her head, "Baby? You okay?"

She turned to look up at me, and bit her lip, "No. I'm sorry. I'm just really dreading you leaving."

I nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, "Don't apologize. I understand."

She turned her body, and made her way on top of my lap, one leg on either side of my body, "Stay. Don't go."

"Baby." I placed my hand on her jaw.

"Just say you're sick. You look feverish to me."

I half smiled at the desperation in her eyes. My Maggie. My always in control Maggie, looking so not in control. My heart hurt just looking at her face.

"Maggie, if I could, I would. In a heartbeat. I would bring you with me." I whispered softly.

She nodded looking down, running a finger softly down the middle of my chest, sending chills down my spine, "I know Harry, I just hate not feeling in control. That's my own personal problem I know. I just hate it."

I leaned up putting my forehead to hers whispering, "My little control freak."

She smiled softly and nodded, whispering, "Big freak."

"No, just a little freak," I ran my fingers through her hair, "Let's finish the movie, and eat all the sweets, yeah? And tomorrow, we will just stay in bed, all day. We will take small breaks to pack and then back in bed. Okay?"

"Okay." she half smiled and I leaned up to kiss her deeply, pulling her hard against me. I felt as she bit my lip softly, a surge of heat rushing to my stomach. She broke the kiss, rolling off of me. She cuddled up against me and I held her close kissing the top of her head.

Watching the rest of the movie with her was the highlight of the date. We quoted the movie at each other, and I laughed as she teared up. I couldn't help but laugh at how she devoured her cinnamon twists, and we fought over who got the dried strawberries though she eventually gave in.

On the ride home, she was quiet again, but the smile on her face reassured me that everything was okay. We pulled into the driveway of my house and got out. She grabbed my hand as we got closer to the door and I smiled at her.

As we entered the house I closed the door behind me and turned around to her facing me, that look of desperation in her eyes again.

"Baby, no, what's wrong?" I step towards her in one swift stride.

"Take control of my mind Harry, please. I don't want to think. I want you. Please." She searched my eyes, my mouth opened, unsure of what to say, or how to move.

"Harry, I want you. Please." She placed her hand on my chest, and when I didn't move, she rolled her eyes playfully, and that's all it took.

AN: it's called edging haha, update later tonight!