six: you ain't nothin' but a hound dog

"Are you sure it's alright if I go? I understand completely if you need me to stay..." I ask my mother a few days later, putting the last of my things I was going to need for Harry and I's week long trip to London. Mum was helping me pack for the most part, making sure I didn't overlook anything important like I always did. She was just as nervous as I was about going, neither of us really liking it when I was away from home for more than a few days. Mum and I were each other's support system since Dad got sick, so it was always tough when one wasn't there. 

"I'll be fine, your father is adjusted to his new medication and is finally starting to be like himself again. You and Harry have fun, you deserve time away." She says, trying to be reassuring but I still had that nagging feeling.

"You'll call me if anything happens?" I ask her, zipping up my suitcase and pulling it off my bed. I was supposed to be picking Harry up in a few minutes, having decided to let Liam have his car for once and just borrowing my dad's car which he never really drove anyways. 

"Of course, but you really shouldn't stress. He'll be fine." She says, helping me carrying my bags down the stairs and towards the front door. 

"I'll call you when we reach the hotel. Tell Dad I love him?" I ask after I grab the keys off the coffee table, earning a soft laugh from my mother who pulls me in for a tight hug. Dad was still fast asleep as it was just past six, Harry and I wanting to leave early as it would take us nearly the whole day to drive there. 

"Be safe." She says, pulling away and allowing me to get my stuff in the car. She waves me off as I pull out of the driveway, standing outside even when she was out of my view. 

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It takes us pretty much the whole day to drive to London, Harry and I taking turns driving, playing little games of iSpy and jamming out to the occasional song from my phone that was hooked up to the aux to keep us entertained. By the time we reached London, we were both relieved. Harry is the one to drive us to the hotel, pulling into the underground parking and finding a spot close to the elevators. We both let out sighs of relief when he turns off the car, getting out of the car to stretch our legs. 

"Fucking finally... You don't mind if we walk to a restaurant for dinner, do you?" Harry asks once he stretches out.

"I wouldn't mind walking everywhere for this entire week, I am so sick of cars." I say honestly, earning a soft chuckle from Harry who proceeds to pull our bags out of the back seat. I grab mine before he gets the chance to, rolling my eyes when he pouts. 

"I can carry my own bag." 

"But I wanna be all manly and shit, carry my boyfriend's things for him." Harry says, earning another eye roll from me as we start to walk towards the elevators. 

"Okay, but if you hold my stuff... You can't hold my hand and I would much rather you hold my hand." I say, holding out my hand for Harry to take which he does almost instantly... but that causes a slight problem due to the fact neither of us had pressed the button to bring the elevator. Harry lets out a dramatic sigh, dropping my hand before pressing the button quickly. 

"What time are we going to dinner?" I ask as we wait, earning a shrug from Harry who jumps a little when the elevator dings signalling that it had arrived. We both step on at that, Harry grabbing my hand again after pressing the button for the lobby. 

"I want to say six, but knowing my luck it's probably seven or eight. Either way we've got plenty of time to kill... so if you've got any ideas...." Harry says, trailing off before he winks at me. I couldn't help the fact that I roll my eyes at him a third time, shaking my head a little with the smallest of smiles on my face. 

"We're not having sex." 

"Why not?"  He asks just as we reach the lobby, the elevator doors opening up. 

"Because I just spent nearly seven hours in a car, the most I want to do right now is shower and then take a very long nap." I say and Harry's back to pouting as we step off the elevator. Harry lets go of my hand again to check us in, leaving me standing off the the side for a moment because he didn't really need my help. It takes him a few minutes before he's returning to my side with two hotel keys in hand.

"I got us a room with two beds, being since we're not having sex and all." Harry says, clearly teasing as we walk towards the second set of elevators. 

"I'm not saying we won't have sex at all while we're here, Harold. I'm just saying not this minute." I say, smiling politely when a small family steps on the lift with us. I'm too busy making faces at the baby in the mother's arms to notice Harry move so he's standing behind me, his lips ghosting over the back of my neck. 

"Stop it." I whisper, going right back to pulling a funny face which earns a giggle from the baby. I always loved kids, wanting several of my own someday... I wasn't sure about Harry though. I jump a little when I feel Harry slide his hands into the back pockets of my jeans, giving my ass a tight squeeze. 

"Harold." 

"What?" Harry asks, trying to act innocent despite the fact he knew exactly what he was doing. It was one thing to do this when it's just the two of us, but there was literally a baby right next to us. 

"Stop it." I say, turning around so that I was now facing him which was clearly what he wanted as he grins widely before leaning in close my ear. 

"I like your underwear." He whispers, pulling away and placing a soft kiss to my cheek before letting go of me completely. I go back to giving the adorable baby some attention, rolling my eyes when Harry starts to nuzzle into my neck, biting softly at the skin. 

"You're such a dog, begging for attention." I say once the family walks off the elevator.

"What can I say? You bring out the animal in me." 

"That was just..." I trail off, unsure of what word I was looking for. 

"Brilliant?" 

"Terrible. I'm going with terrible." 

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fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck this was such a filler. 

i'm sorta crying and i'm sorry you got this weak ass chapter lol. i've had a migraine since friday afternoon and i'm all over the place cause of it. 

SO YEAH.

qotc: oh man, who's ready for a narry baby/babies? I AM.

dedication goes to harryxniall18

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