This weekend seemed to be an exercise in morning beverages and daydreams realized. First Harry bringing her coffee as she liked it in bed, and now sitting in his mother's back garden in Holmes Chapel having tea. Couple that with shared baths, parental approval and favorable articles and she wasn't sure she wasn't still dreaming.

The flight had been a nail biter. Alysia didn't think that Harry would fly her out to break up with her, but they were not in a good place. Her mood perked up when she had an iMessage from Maureen as soon as she landed. It tanked a bit bit when she realized what it was. 'You need to read this' it said with a BuzzFeed article titled, "Celebrity Reactions to Harry Styles New GF." At first, she was not going to open it, but she couldn't fathom that Maureen would send her an unflattering article.

"I think when you are experience superstardom on the level that guy deals with you have to chose a person who is not in the business. It keeps you grounded." Matt Damon
"She seems like a lovely girl. Having experienced backlash for loving someone, I feel for her. I can only encourage her to endure. It's worth it on the other side." Kate Middleton
"Who" Colin Firth
"She's a little fitty, well done Harry" Ronnie Wood
"I've heard nothing but great things from those that have met Alysia. To be honest, I'm a little miffed he hasn't brought her round." James Corden
"He's such a genuine guy, she must be just as authentic" Ed Sheeran
"Good for them" Kendall Jenner

Alysia was near tears. During her self destructive late night exercises, she saw one negative thing after another, about her looks, her weight, her job, her status, basically everything about her. To see nice things was a lovely shock.
Another lovely shock was when she hit the ground transport floor and saw Gemma holding a sign that read "Sunshine" and wearing a sisterly smile.
"Sorry for the sign," Gemma said when Alysia approached, "He hates that he can't be here, so he insisted, seemed a little frantic actually. Everything alright?" Head cocked to the side.
"I hope it will be," Alysia smiled through her tears. Gemma's presence and the cheesy sign seemed like a hopeful sign at least.
"My brother being a twat?"
"Oh no, pretty sure the twat-ness is all me this time," Alysia absolved Harry.
"Let's get to the car, and you can tell me about it. I can try to help out. Know what it's like to be adjacent to the madness," Gemma gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.

Once in the car, Gemma leveled her with a look, "Right, are you worried about him cheating or what's being said about you? Or is it the distance?"

Alysia felt a combination of slapped and hugged, "um... all of the above. I miss him like crazy, the last month has been incredibly hard. We barely seem to be able to talk and we haven't seen each other. I know he's busy, but I feel like I'm not a priority. I asked him about other girls the other night. And I did it in the stupidest way. But, I know he's not. I was just mad and sad. And he defended her, like why?"
"Who's her?" Gemma asked.
"Kendall, who I shouldn't be worried about."
"No, I think she's a fair person to worry about, they orbit each other, have been on and off, and she'd love a chance. I think it was fair to ask. But, Alysia, if you can't trust him, you shouldn't be with him. There are going to be girls all the time, sometimes Kendall, sometimes fans. Basically, and lord knows why, any woman with a pulse seems charmed by Harry," Gemma shook her head ruefully, while merging onto the high street.

"Oh, he told me, apparently, 'they are lined up,'" Alysia air quoted.
"He did not!" Gemma whacked the steering wheel.

"Oh he did, but to be fair I had just asked him who was sucking his dick, so..." she trailed off.

"Wow, how'd this conversation end, then?" Gemma glanced at her.
"Um, I apologized and we said we missed each other and we'd talk when he got back to LA after the surgery. Then I woke up to a plane ticket. And here I am," she shrugged.
"Harry doesn't like to leave things unfinished, and he hates to feel responsible for someone's negative feelings. I'm not surprised you're here, also, his nerves make sense. What about the other stuff?" Gemma looked straight ahead while asking the question.
Alysia pushed out a full breath and looked out the window, "the other stuff, the blogs, and the comments, and the..the criticism. That's the hard part. I'm already unsure of what he's doing with me. What does he see in me, ya know? It just reinforces all that. And being called mannish, and unaccomplished, and ugly, and, and,...nothing,"she whispered, "hurts so much."

At this, Gemma pulled onto a side street, "Listen, you're going to have to get some thicker skin, if you want this, want him, you have to learn to ignore all the hate. The bigger concern is that you seem to agree with the trolls. You don't know why Harry is with you? How he could choose you? That is not something anyone can give you. Confidence. Anyone would be torn down by the hate, but you have to be sure of yourself. Have you talked to anyone about this? Harry, a professional?" She ended on a gentle tone.

Alysia was crying then, "No. Never."

"At least talk to Harry, please," Gemma admonished squeezing her shoulder.
Alysia nodded and they undertook their journey again.

When they arrived at Harry's, he was standing in his door way, Alysia could picture the figurative hat in his hand. This time, she pushed open the door and bounded to him.
"I'm sorry, I trust you. I just hate not being with you," she choked out.
"I know, Alysia, I've watched this job tear people apart, I don't want to be those people," he whispered in her ear. He pulled back and kissed her salty lips. Finding it too easy to fall into the kiss.
"Uhhhhmmmm," Gemma cleared her throat, "I'm gonna go, you guys have lots to talk about. I'll see you at Mum's Monday," she said giving harry a fond smile and Alysia a meaningful look before driving away.

But they didn't talk, they laughed and kissed, and swept all their insecurities under the rug, or rather the comforter.
Later, Alysia sat across from Harry in a large bubbly tub, she laughed at his bubble beard and silly voices, but she didn't talk to him about her intense lack of self worth. And how the voices surrounding them were keeping her up at night. She just basked in his sweet goofiness and attention.

When they went to bed that night, Alysia felt happier than she had ever been, and they fell asleep early in anticipation of their drive to Holmes Chapel the next morning.

It felt like a road trip. They stopped along the roadside for Alysia to run in and grab junk food and drinks. Them being totally self-indulgent as Harry introduced her to Dairy Milk.

"Think that's the best thing I've ever had in my mouth," she remarked.

"Excuse you," Harry pretended affront.

Alysia leaned over to ruffle his hair, "ahhh....Except you of course, baby!" she laid the sarcasm thickly.

"I'm going to ignore the sarcasm and pretend that you like having me in your mouth."

"I love having you in my mouth, but you are not as good as chocolate. Maybe you should eat more pineapple?" she suggested and cracked up at his offended face.

"Maybe your should eat more pineapple," Harry gave the verbal equivalent of sticking out his tongue at her.

She reached over and caressed his sharp jawline, "Am I not sweet enough?"

Harry glanced over and was pleased by the heat of her gaze, "You'll do."

At that she pulled his hair sharply. He grabbed her hand as she went to pull it away and bit her fingertips, "To be honest, I don't mind when you are dirty."

"I've noticed," she breathed as she watched him suck the tip of her pinky. She rubbed her thighs together and wished they were no longer on the road.

His gaze drifted over to her squirming, "You need something baby?"

"What I always need," she said, and cupped her sex over her leggings.

"Hmmmmm.......We are almost to Cheshire, I can help you then. Want to keep it warm for me until then?" and he reached over to tweak her nipple. "Let me watch?"

After a hasty turn off and a quick tumble in the backseat, Harry gulped in a lungful of air.

"Well, this is the best drive home I've ever made. Hope you got all you screaming out, you'll need to be quieter at mum's," he bused her nose.

"Glad to be of service," she giggled. "Not excited to see your mom again with you dribbling out of me though."

"Sorry, didn't think about it, love that I can come in you now," he finished his thought with a kiss to the tip of her pert nose. He helped her off and found some tissues to help her clean up.

"You have to do it yourself, We'll never make it home if I watch," Harry explained as he handed her the packet and got out of the backseat to get back in on the driver's side.

An Hour and a Half later they pulled up to a homey brick building surrounded by fields. Anne was exiting the door to greet them, and Harry saw Alysia gulp.

"Sunshine, she just needs to see more of you, she's protective of me."

"I know, and I expect nothing less. Parents usually love me, though," Alysia explained.

Harry kissed her hand, and let go to get out and hug his waiting mother.

Alysia slid out of the front seat and rolled her shoulders back and down as she approached Anne.

"Alysia, good to see you, I've made up the guest room for you," Anne mentioned offhandedly.

"Wha?" Harry squicked, looking at Alysia's red checks before he caught his mother's sly smile.

"You are too easy, young man. As though you wouldn't sneak up the stairs anyway," Anne laughed.

Alysia was pleased to see her in a much more relaxed attitude than at brunch those months ago.

"Come in, I've made up some lunch," Anne turned to lead the way in and Harry caught Alysia's hand to walk her into his childhood home.

"How're you, Mum?"

"I'm ok, Not excited for Monday, but I appreciate a weekend with you all home. I'll take the time as I can get it. I'll deal with nerves and recovery when I have to." she explained.

They spent an enjoyable afternoon, and Harry took her for a tour of his home town. Buying her sweets at the bakery and showing her off to the old ladies who clearly loved him.

"This is my sunshine," he introduced simply, and she could see the approval for both of them radiating off of the white haired dames behind the counter.

Later, when they walked through the fields he took her down by a bridge and kissed her against a tree. "This is where I kissed my first girl, figured I should kiss my last here as well,"

And Alysia melted and felt all her fears quiet. His last girl....

After dinner they settled in for a chat, and the bottle of wine they shared had Alysia relaxed and smiley.

His childhood bedroom was homey and simple. The band posters, Arctic Monkeys and Fleetwood Mac clearly predated the xfactor.

"Who was the first girl you had in this bed?" Alysia asked while nosing at his cheek.

"Not sure, Abigail, I guess. When you say 'had' do you mean fucked or snogged?'

"Both."

"That doesn't really matter as much as who I'm about to have," he assured as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. "You need to promise me you'll be quiet, Sunshine."

"I'll try," she mocked.

"You are trouble."

"You love it."

Harry kissed her, "Love you," and he lay her down keeping his upper body off her until she was mewling for friction and pulling his shirt from his shoulders.

"Want me baby?" He pulled his henley over his head, and she sat up to lick and bite at his sensitive nipples and kiss her tattoo.

"Always," she bit at her teeth marks and lay back down so he could remove her top and slide off her leggings and panties simultaneously.

He made a sojourn down her body and lingered between her thighs until she covered her face with her hands and bit her own palms to muffle the sound of her pleasure.

"Good girl," He said, pulling her to the edge of the bed and kissing the impressions on her palms as he slid home.

"Harry," Alysia swore, "I....."

"I know, baby,"and he picked up her hips to arch her back so he could fuck her as she needed.

When she was mewling and begging he pulled out.

"No...where'd you go baby."

"Need a break, I'm not ready yet. You leave tomorrow, and I want this to last. Can you hold it, Alysia? Not come until I say?" It sounded like question, but as he slid up behind her and placed her foot on his thigh to open her and pushed in, she knew he would deny her repeatedly.

And he did, every time he felt her tumbling over the edge from his fingers and cock, he pulled out and stopped his manipulation. Kissing her neck and smoothing her hair until he began all over again. By midnight, she was a mess.

"Please, please, please Harry, I can't again. Need to come, please....."

"Mmmmm," he lathed her bruised neck and took hold of her hips to fuck into her harder, "Come," he breathed into her ear and watched as she unraveled and pulsed out the strongest orgasm he had pulled out of her to date. He clamped his hand over her mouth and kissed her cheek when he realized how beyond reason she was. "You're ok, sweetness, sh..shhhhh. Can I come in your mouth?"

"yes, yes, please" as she rolled over and lay her tongue out for him.

"God, you are perfect," he whispered as she swallowed.

Alysia slept so deeply she wasn't sure she dreamed, and woke to soft knock on the door.

She popped out of bed and threw on Harry's t shirt. "Yes," she said, opening the door to Anne.

"Would you like to join me for tea?" Anne asked smiling kindly.

Alysia looked back at a wheezing Harry. Turning back to Anne, she nodded. "Let me get dressed."

"A sweater, it's cold out," Anne mommed her.

That sat in the back garden and Alysia cuddled into her borrowed lavender jumper and smiled as Anne showed her the cutest photos of Harry, all dimples and eyes.
"This is his Elvis," Anne said fondly handing it to Alysia, "why don't you keep that one?"

She looked quickly up at Anne's smiling face and when she took the picture she covered Alysia's hand with her own, "Harry seems very happy." She gave it a squeeze.

Hours later found Alysia at an airstrip boarding a small plane to her main flight in London and for the first time, she was not crying as she and Harry parted.
"Surgery's  early tomorrow, and I have an event in two days I have to be seen at, then I'll be back in LA. Don't miss me too much Sunshine. I love you!" He kissed her hand as she walked up the gangway.
"I'll miss you madly, I love you too."

Alysia felt weightless as she took this plane home and continued to float for the next two days until her phone started buzzing incessantly.

When she looked, her google alert on Harry was going off. Screaming from every news outlet was the man of her dreams, With a leggy blonde on his lap, mouth attached to his neck, and follow up pictures  of him helping her to his truck and her leaving his house the next morning.