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Renleigh Kensington

I guess I was a house owner now.

Well, a villa owner.

But technically, it was a house. So, that's right.

I was a house owner. Partly. Harry owned it, too.

We owned it together.

• • •

"Basically, I know that this might sound sudden and you have every right to say no to this," Harry started rambling once we finished our main course and were waiting for another bottle of wine and whatever dessert he ordered us.

"Oh, gosh," I chuckled as I leaned on my elbow and placed my chin in it. I patiently waited for him to finally blurt it out because I knew he was nervous. "Go on, I'm listening."

"How do you like the place?" he asked.

"France, the restaurant or the house?"

"Uh... all of the above," he smiled.

"Well... I have never been here so it was a nice experience. Also, we couldn't really explore much so I guess we'd have to come back for more," I listed. "This restaurant is cute and I liked my food, then again, I eat everything that's edible so I guess I wouldn't have minded if we ate some kind of street food or apples. And the house—I really do love it. I didn't think I would or could get attached to nicely decorated walls but here I am."

"Would you want to come back to the same place again?" he asked curiously. It confused the fuck out of me because these questions were so random but somehow really normal and fitting too.

"I guess?" I laughed. "I mean, sure. Like I said, I like everything so I wouldn't mind."

"Well... what would you say if I told you that we have the opportunity to own the villa?" he popped the question that had been clearly sitting on his shoulders and weighing him down.

"Wait, you're kidding, right?" I asked.

"Pass me your bag," he lifted his hand and moved his four fingers in the air to hurry me up. Right. He put something in it before we left and he didn't let me look at it because he said it wasn't for me to look at. "So, this," he pulled out a box, flat and kind of big. It took up a lot of space in my bag and it barely wanted to fit but he squeezed it in it. Along with his phone and mine and tissues and lip gloss. He always made me carry his shit but then I just passed my bag onto him so he ended up carrying it in the end. "Open this."

"You told me this was not mine to look at," I reminded him.

"It is now," he reassured me. "Go on."

I wasted no time in opening the box which revealed a silver key. It looked oddly familiar and as I looked up at Harry, I clocked on.

"I guess the question I should have asked before was if you'd like to own the place with me so... what do you say?" he looked at me with hopeful eyes and all I could do was shake my head and chuckle.

He was one crazy motherfucker.

• • •

Last night, he explained how he even had the chance to buy the property and how he was going to get it whether I was in it with him or not. Apparently, he got friendly with the previous owner who had been renting it out to people for as long as they could remember but it was not something they enjoyed anymore. They were going to put the place up for sale, anyway, so when Harry found this out, he asked if he could take it and since the owners knew we were going to rent it for however long it originally was, they were just happy to get rid of the place.

Honestly, that kind of luck is something that only Harry Styles manages to have and it genuinely amazes me. I mean, what are the chances of him finding a villa that the owner wants to get rid of so he can buy? Literally one in a million.

Then again, Harry Styles was one in a million. Literally one of a kind.

That night also worked perfectly for me to give him a gift. I didn't know he was going to surprise me with papers to sign to get my name on the property and I genuinely had no idea how I was going to execute my plans of giving him what I had, but somehow, everything fell into place.

Since dinner was his spotlight, I put off on giving him my gift and instead dragged him with me for a walk.

• • •

"How the hell do you have it in you to walk more?" he groaned.

"Stop being a pain in my ass and hurry—wanna give you something."

"Am I getting a blowjob on the beach?" his smile hugged his whole face, the little something that the wine triggered in him before, flickered through his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes also glassy, his hair a mess from the amount of times he ran his fingers through them and so the product in it completely gone to waste. One strand in particular kept falling on his forehead and it pissed him off so much whereas I thought it was the sexiest look ever.

"You fucking wish," I laughed. I took my shoes off as I walked in the sand. It was still hot from the sun but it felt so nice under my feet.

"So why are we here then?" he questioned. "Thought we'd go back and I'd get to have you all to myself."

"You do regardless of where we are," I told him as I brushed off the sand of the stone which kind of worked as a step. Once it was somewhat clear, I was about to sit down on it but Harry stopped me. "What?"

"Are you insane?" he chuckled and sat down himself then pulled me in his lap. "You're wearing a crisp white dress. Nothing will come out if it if you mess it up."

"Aw," I placed my left hand on his cheek and pecked his lips. "You are so sweet."

"Can't tell if you're sarcastic or not," he laughed as I pressed my cheek to his and wrapped my arms around his neck, his around my waist as he held me up.

"I am... not."

"Can't stand you sometimes," he sighed dramatically and I chuckled as I closed my eyes and just weighed down on him. Sitting on his lap was oddly comforting. Being in his arms in general was oddly comforting. He was so warm and soft but so broad and muscley at the same time.

"So, I've got you something."

"Oh?"

"I wanted to give it to you regardless of what happened tonight. I have been thinking about this for a while, now, actually," I began to explain as I didn't move from my position. I was too comfortable. "It might be kind of cheesy but for a twat like me, it's probably a massive step. I'm the least romantic person you have ever met but you know that."

"That's because you find everything cheesy and cringey," he pointed out. He was right. I just hated all that kind of shit. Whenever he made me watch rom-coms with him, I suffered through the whole film.

"Well, yeah," I agreed. "Anyway... it's a promise ring."

"Ooo, another ring, huh?" he chuckled. "You're gonna be the one proposing, I'm assuming."

"Yeah, most likely," I said. "So, anyway—promise rings meant to have meaning behind them, right? There is no point in calling them a promise ring otherwise."

"Sure," he mumbled. "What are you promising me?"

"I guess... hm, I thought about that, too. Couldn't really find one thing, to be honest. It's a bunch of them. I'm not good with speeches, got no clue what I'm saying half the time I'm with you but you mean a lot to me. I feel like I can be honest with you and you won't turn away and get mad at me—well, you do sometimes but that's probably because I act like a bitch so whatever—and you are always there for me and help me come to a solution."

"I'm good at that, aren't I?" he butted in, a chuckle fitted in there, too. "Helping you."

"Yeah, you are," I agreed. "So, I wanted to give you the ring to show you that I'm in this with you. Like, seriously in this with you. I know I still suck at communicating and stuff but I feel like I needed to do this in order to calm my own mind as much as yours. When I was researching stuff about promise rings, it said that it can be a sign of commitment between two people. I know that obviously goes beyond something material like a ring but it can be a symbol, I suppose."

"Hmm," he hummed to ensure I knew he was listening. Eventually, he laid his head on my chest as I just sat there and played with his hair and tickled his neck here and there. It was all too soft and relaxing, I kind of never wanted to move from that spot.

"So... this ring is so pretty and it just made me think of you and I know it's not your typical promise ring but I don't suppose we are anything of typical," I chuckled. Unfortunately, I had to move away from him to pull up my bag and get the ring out of it. The soft wind that actually wasn't cold at all, suddenly felt all too chilly since all this time, Harry's head was on my chest.

I pulled out a packet of tissue which made Harry chuckle and I turned it upside down in my palm so the ring could fall out of it. I stuffed the packet back in the bag and closed it then picked up the jewellery between my index finger and thumb.

"The box is back at the villa, I didn't really want to bring the damn thing," I told him. "But this is it. What do you think?"

"Of the speech or the ring?" he smiled up at me as he turned his head. I laughed at the sound of the question, almost the same thing I asked him back at the restaurant.

"Uh... all of the above," I grinned and Harry chuckled.

"Well, I thought it was really nice, it came from the heart, didn't it? I love when you ramble and you did just that. It always tells me you're being extremely honest and that's all I ever want from you," he explained with his hand flat on my knee and the other still around me. "As for the ring—I love it. I really do. I love both of my rings," he smiled and pecked me on the lips.

"Thank fuck," I sighed. "I was worried you wouldn't like it and I'd have to get it resized so I could wear it," I commented with a smirk on my face.

"Shut up," he chuckled. "You know me so well so anything you get me, I like."

"Mhm, I suppose I do know you," I smiled at him happily then placed my hand on his cheek gently so I could bring him closer and kiss him.

• • •

I really had no clue if he'd genuinely like the ring, it was a bit different from his other ones. So, when I caught him looking at the jewellery and admiring it with a smile on his face, it calmed me down. I wanted it to be perfect but it wasn't. I rambled and my speech sounded like something I should have kept in the drafts. I wasn't impressed with myself over what I said because I could have done it better but there wasn't much I could have done in order to change it.

I sighed and moved my arm a little so I could lean on it better. Harry was still asleep next to me, absolutely nude under the sheets with the AC blasting in the room. I only had his shirt on and I had no idea how that got on me because I didn't remember putting it on. He was on his back, one of his arms above his head and the other on his stomach. His lips were a bit open and he snored and it was actually so funny. His lips kept blowing raspberries as he exhaled and so both of them vibrated.

I put my index finger on his lip to see if it would feel like anything and then his hot breath hit the tip of it. It made me laugh a bit louder than it should have so I quickly took my finger back and slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn't even move in case that little act woke him up but he just moved his nose a bit and turned on his side, now his back facing me.

After a while, I decided to crawl closer and push the quilt down a bit so I could get to his back properly. He was already so tan from being in the sun so much. His skin had imprints in them from the bedsheet and also the scratches from my nails from last night. It made me smirk when I remembered back to how much he loved it. His pain kink was something completely new to me, I was never really into it and none of the men I have been with, either. He was my first one to practice on and it was quite interesting.

Barely even touching his skin, I drew little lines on his back with my nails. I felt a bit boring sometimes because whenever I got them done, I always either got black or red. Well, other than that one time when Harry wanted me to try yellow because he wanted to see if it would make his dick pop.

I know.

Weird.

Don't even ask anymore questions about it.

My thoughts were a mess as I laid there and enjoyed the quiet morning. My parents left last night when we got back because my dad needed to get back to one of his many clients. I guess being a lawyer was as annoying as being your own boss. So, it was very unexpected and I was kind of sad they had to leave but there was nothing I could have done to get them to stay. My brother and his girlfriend were still here as well as Gemma, the younger Styles siblings and also the Malik fam-lam.

I think we were actually going to be on babysitting duty for the most part of the day because Gemma had a friend coming close to where we were staying so she decided to meet up with them, my brother was off with his girl again and Charlotte and Zayn just needed some time off together. That left me and Harry with three kids. Well, only one that needed proper looking after but I had a feeling TJ alone was going to be enough to handle, anyway.

"Cuddle me," Harry scared the fuck out of me when he said that, my heart beating extremely fast as I closed my eyes for a few seconds. Once I got over it, I scooted closer to him and wrapped my right arm around his waist then propped my elbow up on the pillow to hold my head up. "Time?"

"Around ten, I think," I mumbled as I dragged my index finger up and down his stomach then circled his belly button. My actions covered his entire body in goosebumps and he shimmied closer to me under the blanket.

"Are you dressed already?" he asked me.

"I thought you put a shirt on me," I admitted. "It was probably me then. Must have been cold since someone requested to have the AC on all night."

"Shut up—I sleep better with it on."

"Since when?" I asked him as I brushed his hair off of his neck then tucked the strands that were on his cheek behind his ear. With the edge of my nail, I traced a line on his face from his temple to his cheek then down to his jawline until I couldn't see it anymore. "You don't even have an AC at home."

"Since we got here, okay?" he muttered. "N'keep doing that, feels nice."

"You get to play a dad today, how does it feel?"

"I get to play a dad everyday—well, anytime I have to look after my siblings so it feels like any other day to me."

"Hmm."

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I'm not too sure. I'm looking forward to giving TJ back to his parents, if I'm being honest," Harry chuckled at that and I smiled gently at the sound of it.

I swear he was so close to falling back asleep. I didn't even realise that I genuinely didn't stop caressing his face or going down his arm or back to his stomach. We didn't even talk because I was too busy thinking even though I wasn't thinking of anything in particular.

"I'm glad I met you," I said out of nowhere. It kind of shocked me to hear the words out loud, my heart stopped for a second and my stomach felt funny at the confession. I wasn't too sure why it made me feel this way, I guess I was still nowhere near as comfortable with sharing my feelings as I would have liked to be. "I needed you even if I didn't know it. I... for a very long time, I was alone. I felt alone. Lonely. And, uh, when you came into my life, I just think that you made me realise that. Along with a lot of other things like how seriously fucked up I am—or was. I guess I'm getting better now... I want to get better, too. Think I'm tired of living for one thing only but I still really do love my job and I don't think I could give it up for anything. I just think that I need to know when and where to draw the line."

At that point, I didn't know if Harry didn't answer because he fell back to sleep or because he wanted me to talk more. If it was the latter, that just showed how well he knew me. Sometimes, when people interrupted me, I completely lost my train of thought and it bothered me for a long time after because I couldn't get out what I wanted and rewording the whole thing wasn't the same.

"I also think it's a bit crazy, or perhaps I'm not used to people genuinely wanting to be in my life, but the way you didn't budge from me meant a lot. I told you a lot about the things that happened to me like the whole pregnancy thing with Wolf and then me dragging Louis into it and the continuous sexual harassment that I have been through... hm, sometimes, I don't know how you are still with me... it kinda intrigues me because I never thought I would be attractive to anyone else in a more intimate way. Like I don't mean sex but like relationship-wise. I also didn't think I was ready for one or that I would ever want to be in one but I think I do."

Instead of the usual feeling of embarrassment and stupidity, I felt sort of relieved to get those things off of my chest. It could have been due to the fact that he faced away from me and I kind of talked as if he was asleep. I wasn't sure but it felt okay being vulnerable. I thought I needed to knock that wall down, it was kind of demolished, anyway. Harry did a good job al bulldozing all of my walls so I guess I just finished the job for him.

Also, I wanted him to know that the promise ring I gave him was not just some material shit. It was legit. Everything I told him last night about being in this with him, I meant. So, if sharing a little bit of what went through me on a daily basis could strengthen that promise, then I was fine with doing it.

"I'm not too sure where I was headed with this but yeah..." I sighed as I circled on his shoulder with my index finger and then dragged it down his arm. He didn't have too many tattoos on his right arm, just a few like the 'G' on his shoulder and the eagle on the inside of his lower arm. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," he answered and then tried to turn around so I moved back a little bit. He rolled onto his stomach so now I was the one on my back and he smiled at me with his bed hair and sleepy eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

"Since when do you ask for permission?"

"Since I haven't brushed my teeth yet," he said.

"Hmm... only a peck and then you go," I compromised and he nodded eagerly then leaned closer. His lips were warm and as he exhaled through his nose, the air was, too. I couldn't help but reach for the nape of his neck and push my fingers through his hair as he moved on top of me under the covers. We barely even did anything when I felt his hardened best friend between my legs. I chuckled as I pulled back from him, his lips only seconds later detaching from mine. "Really?" I looked at him with raised eyebrows and he pursed his pink lips. 

"Can we?" he asked.

"Kiss?" I asked in return.

"Mmm," he hummed as he tucked his head in the crook of my neck and pressed wet kisses on my skin. I sighed in pleasure, my eyes closing slowly then my lips rolled in my mouth.

Without even thinking much about it, I just let him do his thing. He moaned in my neck as he reached between us with one hand, the other kept his body up. His right knee pushed one of mine to the side then I felt him stroke his cock along my slit before he focused on my clit. I couldn't help the gasp that fell through my lips, the sudden yet teasing feeling made me crave more.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked me in a raspy voice, the fact that it was morning and he was horny affecting his tone. I know I was not the biggest fan of sex without condom but I also just promised him I was in this with him with both of my feet as opposed to one out the door.

So, there was only really one answer for his question:

"Yes," I sighed and held onto his arms as his hips thrusted into mine.

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a.n.

omg everyone thought harry was gonna propose when he just wanted ren to own the villa with him 🥺🥺🥺 and then ren was being all cute with the ring like they both wanted that night to be so special--or at least one of the nights they spent on the holiday to be special--i could cry 

when i wrote it, i kind of felt like a promise ring was overdone, especially in fics so i wasn't sure if i should have gone with it. then i realised that it fit renleigh. the whole idea behind it just works. i feel like she shows that she cares for others through material things. like i remember her saying in one of the earlier chapters how she just sends christmas gifts and birthday gifts to her family cos it makes her feel good to spoil them and she enjoys doing it. so i thought if maybe she was the one to get harry a promise ring as opposed to the other way around, it would make more sense. also, i just love that villa so much and it screamed henleigh when i found it that i just had to make it their own. 

omg. 

the first henleigh property. 

they OWN a fucking house together. their first something as a couple omg. 

that's so crazy to me. like before they even moved in together or got engaged they got a fucking villa in the south of france together. well. harry probably had to pay the deposit but i'm sure they sorted the rest of the payment together and then both of their names got put down as owners. omg. 

why am i proper chuffed about this and why am i going pure off about it eye.. ok bye

WAIT. i updated my next fic aka downfall so feel free to go over there and have a read!!!

xoxo