Renleigh Kensington

I felt like I had to go all out. It wasn't my birthday but I would arrive with the birthday boy so I thought it was time to step it up. I took it so seriously that I went as far as wearing one of his most popular dresses. It was quite difficult to get my hands on one but once I pulled a few strings, his PA was able to make sure it got sent to me without him knowing it. I didn't want him to know I would wear his dress, thought it would be a nice surprise.

Also, me attending didn't suddenly mean that I was all for birthday parties and shit. I still didn't like them and if it wouldn't have been Harry's birthday, I would have just said I had work that needed my attention as I had a deadline under my ass.

He said he would pick me up. He also made sure Zayn and Charlotte were going to be there. He said he wanted me to feel like I had people to talk to if god forbid, he went off with his friends so I wasn't on my own.

Apparently, Niall's house was the one where the party was planned and ready for guests to arrive. I was excited to see where he lived, it must have been a nice place if so many people were invited. I caught a glance of the list he got sent over by Levi and I was surprised to see over a hundred people invited.

They had... friends. Or associates. Who knew who they were. All I was aware of was that they had more people they knew than I ever did.

I was not a patient person and so when the time was ticking and Harry was still not at my place, I began to grow irritated. I hated waiting around. Especially in situations like this. My stomach was in a knot, I couldn't swallow properly, my hands kept getting clammy and I broke out in cold sweat at least five times since I had gotten dressed.

Like I planned, I wore Harry's most popular design. It was a dress with a slit on the left thigh, a lovely cleavage which allowed my sisters to show and compliment my chest. It had thin straps which were covered in the lacey-crystal-y material as well as a little flingy thing that went on my arms. It was a gorgeous dress and I had no regrets after buying it. I was actually amazed by how pretty it was. And how good I looked in it.

That's a custom-made dress for you, honey.

I took a ton of photos because I loved the way I looked. It was different but so me at the same time. I wondered how Harry would react when he saw me. Would he be surprised? Would he be annoyed? I mean, I did go behind his back to get the dress...

Nah, that's stupid.

Okay. You are right. Why would he be mad about that? The money went towards his company.

"Fuck, where is he already," I mumbled to myself as I walked around my kitchen. It was kind of dark out so when I turned around, I saw my reflection in the windows behind me. I turned sideways so I could see how I looked. "Hmm," I put my arm out of way as I lifted it a little and I saw the way my shape curled. My ass was there but not the way I wanted it. It wasn't like those Instagram model asses if you get me. I had boobs, they were massive, I got them from my grandmother. Lord knows that woman had back problems since she was fifteen. And here I was, dealing with the same shit.

Overall, my body was alright. I didn't have a problem with it. I used to. I hated the way I looked. I gained a ton of weight when I was in secondary school and some more when I got to college. It was all because of the stress and the contraceptive pills I used to take for my period. Once I started going for runs every day and stopped taking the pill, I kind of lost the plus kilos but the weight change did leave me with a ton of stretch marks all over my body. Most of the time, I covered them up with make up if my dress revealed them. I didn't like how they were on show.

Finally, when my phone rang, I knew it was Harry and it meant he had arrived. I grabbed my stuff, locked my front door and was on my way down to him. He said he was too lazy to come up so he will be waiting outside.

My heart went crazy in my chest as I went down, it felt like the longest lift ride. When the doors opened, I nearly tripped and I have never felt so embarrassed. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice it.

As I pushed open the main entrance door, Harry almost instantly glanced up at me. He had his hands in his trouser pockets and was standing sideways to me. He was busy looking at something until I made an appearance. His eyes seemed to widen as I walked closer to him and so did his mouth. He then closed it to swallow and his reaction was a breathy chuckle.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my fucking god. Shit," he laughed in disbelief, his hands covered his mouth as he shut up finally and I couldn't help but giggle. His eyes literally ate me up and I didn't know how to act. That was a first. I was usually fine with people staring at me, I enjoyed some attention.

But he was different.

He gave me eyes filled with love and adoration, the kind of hungriness I didn't mind but actually and genuinely wanted. He didn't look at me like a piece of meat. He looked at me like a piece of meat he was going to devour later on tonight because he knew he could and I wanted him to.

"Fucking hell. I'm not so sure I want to go anywhere tonight other than upstairs," he laughed as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes as my cheeks burned. He was so fucking annoying. Making me blush and shit.

"Alright, stop," I told him and he just grinned wider. He knew he got me flustered and he was enjoying it. "Harry!"

"Darling, you look fucking amazing," he pulled me in his arms and smirked as he leaned closer and pecked my lips. He hummed in content as he pressed multiple little kisses on my lips. "You taste fucking amazing, also," he carried on and all I could do was giggle. I hadn't even had anything to drink yet and I already acted like I was tipsy.

"Shut up. I'm turning so red right now. Inside and out. This is horrible."

"You look stunning, my love," he grinned at me whilst he pushed his hand through his hair. A loose strand of hair fell on his forehead which then encouraged me to actually pull away from him for a bit and look at his whole fit.

First of all, Harry Styles in yellow is something everyone should see.

Second of all, I was very much all for his idea of going back upstairs and ruining each other.

"Alright, I know that look," he laughed and it caused me to come back to the real life. He looked so mouth-wateringly good. I was prepared to suck him off the minute we got a bit of privacy.

I hadn't seen him all day. And as much as my head didn't want to allow me to admit it, I missed him. I have. His birthday was actually tomorrow so that meant I would get to be with him on the actual day but it also meant I would have to share him with his siblings. And his other family. I didn't mind it much but at the same time, I would have loved nothing more than to have him between the sheets, cuffed to the bed and in tears as he'd beg me to let him cum.

That was probably my favourite look on him.

We got in the car eventually and we were on our way to Niall's place. During the ride, he kept his hand on my exposed thigh, his fingers drew soft circles and different designs on my skin. When he got bored of his phone, he locked it and leaned his head on my shoulder although it wasn't before he kissed my neck multiple times. It made me shiver and chuckle as I turned my head away so he couldn't kiss me anymore but he just giggled and pulled me closer to him.

I ended up taking a ton of photos of him from a lower angle as he made silly faces and I was pretty sure his driver got fed up of us acting like teenagers. So, by the time we finally made it to the place, I knew he was glad to be rid of us.

"I cannot believe they hired a photographer," Harry chuckled from next to me. There sure was a fucking red carpet rolled out and lights and barriers and a photographer. It was like a red-carpet event.

"Well, it's your time so shine, handsome," I nudged him with a grin and he looked at me with his eyebrow raised and a slight smirk forming on his gorgeous face.

"If you think you are getting out of this then you are mistaken, Kensington," he said cockily and I groaned. "Don't act like you don't want to show your pretty dress off."

"It is pretty, isn't it?" I grinned as I batted my eyelashes at him. I had falsies on, they completed the look I was going for and they made me feel like a bad bitch. "Wonder who the designer is."

"Must be a pretty talented fella if they make a dress as nice as that."

"What makes you think a man made this?" I teased.

"Just a lucky guess," he shrugged. "When you speak to him, let him know he should hire you as a model. You make that dress look ten times fitter."

"Someone wants their dick sucked tonight," I sighed dramatically.

"Who?" he acted clueless. And then laughed when I rolled my eyes and dragged me along to the fake red-carpet.

"Aye! The birthday boy!" someone shouted and everyone turned their attention towards us. "With a pretty lady on his arm! What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Renleigh."

"Harry and Renleigh! Wonderful. Pose for me, will you?" they asked us and Harry was quick to let me walk in front of him so we stood in the middle. "We'll do a couple of you two together then just solo shots if you want?"

"Mate!"

We were interrupted by a group of lads running at us. Well, at Harry. It was Niall and Levi, Toby as well, I think. Or it may have been Ethan. I wasn't sure. I hadn't seen them since that day we all went out to play golf.

They were all dressed in nice outfits, some of the pieces more recognisable than others. All in all, they all looked really good and seeing Harry with them was nice. Not too long later, April made an appearance too. She wore a red dress, something that I definitely would have put on.

Then I realised it was because she wore one of my dresses.

And it made my jaw drop.

I thought this bitch hated me?

"Hey," she smiled at me and I thought I was going to fucking faint. She spoke to me. First. With a nice voice. She greeted me like a normal human being. Wow. "Okay, shit," she chuckled. "I know I made a horrible first impression and it seems like it stuck."

"Eh, I have had worse," I decided to say. I could have been a bitch but I was a woman in the process of changing.

"You're talking to me, that's positive," she laughed. "Listen, I don't want to stay in a funk with you over what happened last year. I said things I shouldn't have and I'm sorry for that. I hope we'll be able to move past it eventually."

"Move past what?" I smiled at her and she was about to say something before she realised, I had already forgotten the whole thing. She made the effort to apologise and I really wasn't in the mood to keep grudges so I just let it go.

"Alright, can you guys please pose or something?" the photographer interrupted us and we all turned out head towards him.

"Where's my girl?" fuck off. He keeps calling me that and it keeps doing stupid things to my heart. I hate how it makes me grin. I can't not smile when he addresses me as something cute. "There's my gorgeous," he grinned when his eyes finally settled on me.

"You are making me sick," I commented as he put his arm around me. The others stood to the side, some of them left. Harry leaned closer and kissed the side of my head as the flash went off.

"Good," he replied a few moments later.

And we took some more photos. It was actually pretty fun. I enjoyed it. I thought the solo photos came out good. It felt like they were going to because I liked how I posed on them then again, those are the times when they come out horrible.

Soon enough, he got swooped up by his mates and that left me alone. With Levi. Whom I haven't spoken to since I told him to fuck off in my office. I didn't feel like I needed to apologise to him because I was in the right. He was a dick to me.

"I'm glad you could make it," he said to me. I hummed in response as I looked over the drinks that were out on the table. We were already in the back of Niall's mansion, the garden looked incredible. The music was kind of loud but it made the mood and felt very lively.

"Didn't really have a choice," I snickered. In the end, I went for the cocktail that the bartender cooked up right in front of me.

"Well, like I said, I'm glad you are here because I wanted to apologise."

"Oh, another apology?" I chuckled as I sipped on the drink. "Go on then."

"I was out of it when I went to your office. It was rude of me to say those things to you. I don't blame you for whatever happened with you and Harry and frankly, it is not my business. I'm sorry for everything that went down between us and I hope that you will be able to forgive me so we can get along at things like this."

"You're fine, honestly. People have said worse things to me. I don't see why I should be a bitch to you when we got along fine before that day. I forgave April, I don't see why I shouldn't forgive you."

"I'm glad," he smiled. "By the way, you look amazing."

"Thanks," I smiled. "So, do you always throw parties like this for each other's birthday?"

"Pretty much, yeah," he nodded as he looked around. "We had the last get together as mine so Niall was the next on the list."

"Interesting."

"Renleigh!" as I turned around, I saw Niall approaching me with a woman dressed in a velvet, burgundy coloured fit. I didn't want to believe it at first, but again, that was one of my designs.

Literally what the fuck was going on at these parties? When did I become so damn popular?

Jokes. I have always been popular. I just thought it was insane that in a span of thirty minutes, I have spotted two people wearing my clothes.

"Hello," I smiled at the Irish man. "You look— wasted, buddy. Are you sure you want to drink more?"

"M'fine," he grinned. "I just want you to meet Lois. She's amazing and she likes your dresses. She also likes me and I feel very lucky."

"Oh?" I glanced at the woman next to him. She looked stunning. And no, not just because she wore my clothes. Well, my designs. But in general. I guess she just made it work. "Well, I'm very happy to hear that, hun."

"I can't believe you would embarrass me like this, Niall," she groaned as she looked at the man next to her and then back at me. "Hello, I'm Lois."

"Renleigh," I shook hands with her and was surprised when she pulled me in a hug. I was definitely not a hugger and so it came as a shock but ended up patting her back a couple of times before I pulled away.

"What's going on here?" there he was. Loud and gorgeous. Harry Styles. That damn loose strand of hair was back on his forehead and he lost his blazer so he was in the yellow trousers and his blue shirt that was tucked in. He had his arms around two of his friends and that made his shirt pull apart on his chest which revealed his tattoos. "Oh, there's my love," he grinned as he freed himself from the men and walked over to me. "Isn't she the prettiest woman here tonight?"

I chuckled as he put his arms around my neck and leaned on me. We have only been here for a little less than an hour and he was already in a spicy mood. I noticed on the way here that he had something to drink beforehand, maybe at home as he was getting ready, and I was sure he already had at least five shots because he was with his friends. And even I knew that their plan was to get him absolutely hammered tonight.

His breath also smelled a bit like he smoked weed. Which I didn't know he did. And it seemed crazy hypocritical that he was angry at his brother for doing the same, although the fact that Mason is allergic to it and he almost died from it kind of made sense for why he was mad.

"You are already in a good mood, huh?" I asked with a smile as I put my arm around his waist from the back then placed my other one over his stomach until I could link my fingers on his side.

The others around us seemed to find their way towards other people and perhaps the drinks called their names, too. I was glad to be left alone for a bit. Being around too many new people made me feel slightly anxious and my heart was beating like crazy inside my chest.

"I need to get you drunk, my love," he grinned at me as his lips attached themselves to my temple and I leaned into his gesture. "I want you to have fun with me tonight."

"Well, I have no doubt we will," I said as I looked around the people. Harry tucked his face in the crook of my neck after he gave me one last kiss and I was surprised to see he was a cuddly and clingy drunk.

It then dawned up on me that we have never been out together like this.

"Oh, look! Zayn and Charlotte are here," I patted his back a little and he looked up right away. I watched the grin spread across his face in a millisecond before he stepped away from me to greet them. I walked behind him and chuckled as he pulled Zayn in a hug, then his girlfriend.

"Happy birthday, mate," Zayn said with a smile on his face. "Hey," then, as he greeted me, he went in for a kiss on the cheek as Harry stood on the side with his hands on his waist.

"Hello," I said then I hugged Charlotte too. I didn't really know her but I knew her better than anyone else.

Harry was off after that, he said he had to greet someone and since I was with friends now, I would be fine and he'd feel better about leaving me.

"Oh, hey, look!" Zayn laughed as he pointed towards the girl Niall introduced me to. Lois, I believe. "That's your dress, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I've seen two people in mine. It's quite funny, actually. I'm not used to like— seeing normal, every day people in my clothes. I usually just see celebs and my models in them."

And then it all went smoothly from there. I felt it was a bit awkward at first, talking about the forced, basic topics that made up small talk. But then we just switched and it was fine. A few more drinks were down me when Harry's massive birthday cakes came out.

Yes.

Cakes.

Plural.

It was madness. He enjoyed himself so much, though. I hadn't seen him so happy and carefree before. It was different. I wondered if he ever felt at least half as happy with me as he did with his friends. I knew I didn't treat him nice at the start but now I was trying. I really was. My goal was genuinely to make him content in life because I cared about him.

Shit.

I cared about him.

That one felt weird to admit but it was true nevertheless. However, I was fucking terrified that I would end up hurt one way or another, that one of us would do something to pop this bubble of happiness that we lived in for a bit now. I cared for him, so it was bound to happen at some point, right?

Whenever I opened up my heart to someone, whether that was a friend or someone I was romantically involved with, I got the short end of the stick. I got played over and over again. Promises were made and soon enough broken and it left me with a crushed heart and soul.

Harry made me feel things that I didn't think were possible and it was so so scary. He made me lose control in some ways and that was something I used to despise. I still do. But as it happens with him, it feels natural and I barely even notice it until I'm on my own again. That scared me shitless.

The spell he was so talented at casting over me was now back in full effect.

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a.n.

i missed zenleigh and they didn't get the proper screen time they deserves but don't you worry i will make sure they do 😴

in the meantime, how do we feel about april and levi apologising and renleigh forgiving them both? oh and how could i forget henleigh at the start? proper married behaviour that was innit

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