Renleigh Kensington

My plan was going the way I scheduled everything. Once the quite messy brunch was over, Harry and his siblings were the last ones to stay with me. The two younger ones were a ton of help with regards to this whole day and I wanted them to be a part of it. The bond the three Styles had, was something unique and honestly, witnessing it felt like an honour. Which, I know, sounds a bit overdramatic, but to be completely transparent about it, I truly thought that.

I was never really one for musicals or going to the theatre. I had no patience and the attention span of a ten-year-old—no offence to any ten-year olds. It took everything in me to sit through the show because I knew Harry enjoyed shit like this.

Three hours it took.

Three fucking hours.

I had to sit there and not go on my phone for three whole hours. It was a challenge but to be fair, the show was alright. Not my kind of entertainment or definition of fun, but the Styles clan seemed to enjoy it for me, too. They did not shut up about it in the car. It wasn't that late yet—the clock was close to hitting half five in the afternoon—but I was fucking starving. I guess that was good because I had a reservation for Harry and I at a restaurant for around eight so I only had to wait so long.

"So, what now?" Styles questioned as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I was only in my trousers and top now, him in his boxers, shirt and socks. After we dropped off his siblings, we went to his place because I wanted to take a shower there. He had all these fancy ass shower gels and moisturisers and my dry, crusty skin soaked up all the goodness.

"I'm going for a shower and then I'm gonna go home and start getting ready."

"Why, where else are we going?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"Somewhere," I booped his nose and then put my arms around his neck. "Wait. How is everything so far? Like, is it okay? Did you like the brunch and the show and stuff?"

"Yeah. Everything has been great, baby," he smiled at me. A heavy weight was lifted off of my shoulders at the sound of those words, yet it still made me wonder if he was just being nice. "Don't give me that look—I'm not lying."

"What look?"

"That look," he repeated. "I just know that you are doubting me but there is no reason for you to do that. I wouldn't lie to you."

"You would," I replied. "You just look like someone who would rather tell me a little white lie than hurt my feelings."

"I could never lie to you," Styles admitted. "You would catch onto me quicker than someone who knew me my whole life."

I hummed whilst I nodded and let go of him. I grabbed the shirt and joggers that were on the bed and walked straight into his bathroom to take my shower. Although, that plan of mine changed as soon as I saw the bath tub. I decided to take a bath instead, it just looked too good not to. I put bubbles in it too, which I never actually did but it was Harry's and it smelled so good when I flipped the cap open. I got rid of my clothes quickly and decided to sit in the bath as it gradually filled up with steaming hot water and nice smelling bubbles.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Styles make his way in the bathroom, his focus on his phone as he sat down on the armchair that basically worked as a towel holder.

"Have you already got yourself a hotel for New York?" Harry asked me randomly. I always wondered why he enjoyed sitting with me when I was in the bath. It happened a lot when I spent the nights here because it felt nice to just relax here.

"Liam did," I answered. "Probably gonna have to upgrade if you are still coming."

"Is my offer still redeemable?" he asked cheekily.

"Well, I'll have to check with Liam but I don't see why it wouldn't be," I added dramatically and he smirked as he nodded a couple of times. I leaned back against the bath tub and closed my eyes as the water pretty much reached my chin with the bubbles and all. My hair got a bit wet but it didn't matter because the water felt all too nice. "This is going to sound weird, but I get a weird feeling whenever I think of my brother lately."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure," I sighed. "It's a gut feeling. And those are usually right."

"Maybe you should call him, make sure he's okay, you know," he advised and I hummed in response. Lord knows my brother knew how to get himself in trouble. "But in the meantime," he mumbled from right next to me, his lips near my ear then down my cheek before he kissed me on the lips. "Let me take care of my girl, yeah?"

"By all means," I smiled contently and I heard him chuckle lightly as I pushed myself up a bit and so the water barely covered my chest, the bubbles on the top doing all the job. "Ouh—fuck. You are not messing around then, are you?" I asked as his hand slipped over my body, first his fingers traced my nipple, then they slid down my slick body and he cupped me between my legs.

"I never do, baby," he kissed the side of my head whilst his left arm snuck around my shoulder and I leaned my head on his forearm. I screwed my eyes shut and moaned softy when he traced his index and middle fingers over my clit, the water made it easy for him so slip between my lips and find the most sensitive part of my body. "God, I wish you could see yourself right now," he whispered. His tone of voice gave away the fact that he had a smile on his face, I didn't even need to open my eyes to make sure of that. "You are so fucking beautiful, my godness," he carried on praising me and I couldn't lie, it was doing things to me. My teeth nibbled on my bottom lip in pleasure until he most likely got fed up of me doing that and stole a kiss from me.

"Mhm, you know I love when you leave your rings on," I grinned as I glanced up at him, his pink lips instantly caught my attention before I looked in his eyes.

"I also know you love when I play with your gorgeous tits, don't you?" he mumbled in my ear softly. I whimpered at the sound of his filthy words and pushed my hips up into his hand. "Why don't you run your fingers over them, hm? My hands are quite... preoccupied."

"Yours are better," I mumbled whilst I ran my nails over my stomach and eventually cupped both of my breasts in my hands. "I love when you... when you run your thumbs over my nipples and kiss them after," I sighed as the thought of his mouth on my chest entered my mind. My closed eyes helped in bringing my imagination to life. "When your lips wrap around them and you... and you suck on them—leave bruises everywhere," I smiled with my teeth in my bottom lip, completely under his control.

"And I love taking care of them, baby," he said. "Softest, prettiest especially with my bruises on them, hm?"

"Mhm—ah, I'm gonna cum!"

"Say please and maybe I will let you soak my fingers."

"I will never beg," I panted. "That's your specialty."

"What was that?" he asked in a stern voice, his fingers stopped their movement. This made me lift my hips up, the water around me moved and made a sloshing sound. "You will never beg?"

"Don't be an asshat."

"Hm..." he hummed as he pulled his fingers out of me and decided to draw slow circles against my clit. It was not enough to push me over the edge and I wasn't patient whatsoever—which he was aware of—so this was a fucking punishment. "Don't quite think that was what you were meant to say."

"Yes, it was," I argued. "Put your fingers back where they belong, Styles."

"Or?" he challenged me.

"There is still a long while to go until your birthday is over," I breathed. The circles he drew did not stop, they got stronger as he pressed the pad of his fingers more onto my clit. "I would think twice about punishing the other."

Perhaps those words seemed to work on him because his fingers traced my folds again before they disappeared inside of me. He curled them right away which allowed them to touch the spot in me that felt the nicest. His thumb secured on the bundle of nerves, he magically moved his pretty hand in ways that made my eyes roll into the back of my head and my lips to fall apart and release a moan, from deep within my chest.

"Fuck!" I moaned the word as my feet touched the bottom of the tub, my knees bent and fingers deepened into the skin of my breasts. I pushed my chest out and screwed my eyes shut as the feeling rushed through my body and made it move in ways only the euphoric feeling was able to achieve. The stars came back as soon as the ball of fire exploded in the pit of my stomach and they were all I saw behind my closed eyelids. "Mhm... you are so good, aren't you, handsome?" I opened my eyes with a smirk on my lips, my right hand touched his cheek as he rested his right hand on the side of the tub.

"Sometimes," he pulled his lip up to the side and shrugged his shoulders a little, his beautiful smile across his pretty face soon enough brightly looking back at me. "Now, get out of this nasty water—let's take a shower and then I assume we'll have to get going, right?"

"Start the water, lover boy."

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Harry bugged me to tell him what I would wear for the dinner but I didn't budge. I just smiled and nodded when he asked if he could wear a certain colour because he didn't want to clash with me. When I said anything was fine, he just huffed and disappeared into his wardrobe to get ready. Until then, I just laid in his clothes in his bed, my phone propped up on my stomach.

He ended up in a blue fit with a flowery bandana loosely around his neck. His hair was, again, loosely styled and it looked amazing. His hair had grown, which I didn't even notice until I let my eyes roam all over his body.

We ended up calling his driver to drive us back to mine so I could get ready and from there, straight to the restaurant. As the waitress took us over to the lift and led us to the open roof area where we had a completely cut off section for us, I realised that maybe wearing a crisp white dress was not the best decision of mine.

"What's the grimace for?" Harry laughed as he reached for his water.

"Nothing," I decided to say. I complained too much as it was, I didn't want to add onto his pile of dealing with my annoyingness. "So, are you cool with the whole roof not being ours?"

"Are you crazy?" he chuckled. "I'm more than cool with it. You really didn't even have to do all of this—all of today. It was like... like a bunch of my favourite things in one day," he smiled at me widely as he explained. "Even though my mother managed to make a scene, I feel like it made the whole experience, you know? Especially with Ana there? You have no idea how happy it made me to see her and hang out with her for a bit."

"Well, I'm glad it made you happy," I said sheepishly. "I wasn't too sure if it was enough or if I should have done more. I thought it was enough because there's not a lot we can do on a bloody hangover and there is only twenty-four hour in a day, out of which twelve are spent sleeping if you are lucky—dammit. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"You are cute, baby," he smiled at me from across the table and reached for my hand over the top. "I promise, I love everything, okay? You don't need to overthink it. Honestly, you shouldn't have even done all these things—we could've just gone to brunch then straight home and I would have been fine."

"Can I ask you a question that might make things awkward and escalate into a potential argument?" I asked before I even had the chance to stop my mouth from forming the words. "Well, an argument from, most likely, my side."

"Sure," he nodded. "There is always that chance that we will end up in an argument whenever we talk about something, whether that be a serious or silly one. I think we have been through enough for me to know how to handle your outbursts."

I rolled my eyes as he smirked at me. I guess he did know what set me off most of the time so we really were fine. I sighed and drummed on the top of the table with my index finger. "When you say home, do you mean your place or my place?"

"Hm... both, I guess," he said after not much thought. "Why? Is that a problem? Should I not think of your place as home?"

"No, it's not a problem," I shook my head. I didn't really know where I was going with this. It just intrigued me whenever he said it or when I spent my time overthinking everything. "But anyways..."

"Wait, hold on," he stopped me. "Do you think of my place as home?"

"To be fucking honest, I don't even think of my own place as home so unfortunately, no," I told him honestly and this was what I meant by us entering a potential argument. When we didn't agree on things, we just pushed the topic as far as it stretched to make the other see why we were both right and it just ended up in loud words exchanged and doors slammed.

"Well... at least you said unfortunately," he cracked a smile and I laughed at his comment. He was so annoying, fuck. "On a different note, I'm sorry you feel that way. About your own home. Have you thought about maybe moving?"

"No," I said. "I don't think I could. Like, I might not think of it as a home-home, but it is my home, you know? It makes no sense when I say it out loud but I'm kind of attached to it and the thought of moving out of there forever kind of scares me."

"I think it might be because you rarely spend time there, you pretty much only go home to sleep. You don't really make use of the place."

"Probably," I sighed. "That's why I don't see why I will ever need a proper house. I mean, I would love a mansion—if I move, it's going to be because I found a place where I would want to live for the rest of my life—but I think my penthouse is more than enough."

"I've always wanted to build my own place," he told me. I found that interesting. I never actually thought of that as an option, I always just imagined that I would browse the internet one day and find the perfect place. "I'm very particular about how I want my forever home to look like so I'm hoping that yo—whoever I end up with is fine with my taste," he explained through which I did catch his slip up.

I nodded in response, too bothered by the fact that he wanted and saw a future with me. It bothered me because I didn't know if we would have it. Not because he was a bad person or someone who I didn't get along with, but more so because the future was really fucking unpredictable and I hated the fact that I had the potential to let him down.

In all honesty, I was still scared. I got cheated on once and everything felt like was very much over for me. When I was with my ex, I was in love with him to the point where I really was ready to marry him as soon as I was out of university. When it comes to Harry, I get so fucking scared because the way he makes me feel is ten times more intensified than what went through me with the last man I was with. I trusted Styles, I knew he wouldn't hurt me the way Wolf did but at the same time, the 'what if' questions lingered in my mind and nothing could make them go away.

I was pathetic and I knew that. I kept comparing the two of them and it was so fucking wrong. Yet I couldn't stop. It didn't happen when I was with him and we did something and it didn't happen all the time. But when my mind stopped for a second with nothing to worry over... well, it found things to worry over.

I snapped my head upwards when I felt him stroke my hand that he still comfortably held in his. A small smile formed on my lips when he looked at me unsure. I may have zoned out a little bit but I had a feeling he was used to it by now. It happened a lot and he was usually the one to bring me out of my head. At this point, he didn't even question it. Which, honestly, made me realise he really did know me like the back of his hand by now. Well, at least more than anyone I have let into my life in the past five years.

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a.n.

i never know what to say under these chapters anymore i mean is there even a point in writing an a.n. anymore lmao i say the same thing every time idk how people do it like sometimes i find it proper forced and like it makes me feel bothersome lmfao idek buT PLEASE VOTE. AND COMMENT. TA

ps happy birthday to my girl ✨