Harry Styles

Somehow we ended up in Carrington's room once we found out which way to go to at least find one of our rooms. We were both drenched because we foolishly walked into the sea and the drunken girl almost fell into it completely. I was laughing at her so much that I had to crouch down and I had to hide my face in the palms of my hands. Then this of course ended in my ass touching the cold water and literally just as I was about to stand back up, I lost my balance and Carrington walked into me so I found myself lying down in the water.

Of course I wasn't going to be the only one being completely covered by the salty water so as I was standing up I made sure to splash her a few times. Basically, we were acting like kids. Well, drunk kids at that.

I had no idea why I stayed with her though. I mean I didn't have any clothes and I sure as hell wasn't going to stay in my wet stuff while she had the chance to get changed.

"What's that?" I asked as I took the little package away from the windowsill which was opened and a few things were missing from it. "Oh, this is the room package thing?"

"Don't know what you are saying," she shouted back to me from the bathroom.

I shrugged as I took out whatever was in the bag just to see one of those blue shorts that I got in my welcome pack as well. They were boxers actually and had "Hawaii" written on the band that went around the waist. I didn't use mine I just chucked it in my bag with the sober thought of taking it home as a little reminder of the place and wedding.

"Hey, do you mind if I use this?" I asked Carrington while I walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. She didn't lock it, so I opened it and only put my hand in that held the boxer.

"Is that mine?" her voice got stronger as she walked towards the door and stuck her head out so she was looking at me now. "Have you gone through my suitcase?"

"What? No. This is from the welcome pack."

"Harry you are soaking, get changed you twat," she scolded me as she moved out of the way then urged me into the bathroom. "God, look what you've done," she muttered but I didn't see what she was doing because I just shrugged and closed the door to get rid of my wet outfit.

When I was done I splashed my face with a bit of water although I really wanted to shower. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes bloodshot and extremely tired, I pushed taking a shower out of my mind. I'll just take one in the morning – I thought to myself.

Once I opened the door and left the bathroom I found Carrington all cuddled up to her teddy bear in bed, the duvet pulled up to her chin. My drunk mind brought back the memories from yesterday morning when I tried to get her to come to the gym with me and cuddling sounded just about right in that moment.

"Harry, are you going back to your room in those boxers?" she asked me quietly, her eyes open so I knew she was awake. Her voice was low and croaky while the words left her lips slowly.

"I was thinking I could sleep here?"

"If you want," she muttered but didn't move or anything. I shrugged as I made my way to the other side of the bed and got under the blanket. "Did you shower? I didn't hear the water running."

"No, I'll take one in the morning."

"Same."

I was going to sleep with the blanket on me, well, I tried, since Carrington was like that and I didn't want to weigh down the duvet so that she couldn't move it during the night. However, this wasn't the case. I couldn't stand being so warm.

Soon enough I ended up moving around as I pushed the blanket off of me. I was lying on my back, my legs apart from each other and my right hand hanging off the bed.

"Harry?"

"Carrington."

"I can't sleep but I'm really, really tired," she told me and sighed. I felt a tad bit dizzy when I closed my eyes so instead of even trying to sleep I just opened them and stared at the ceiling.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed with her then I gently moved my head to the side so I could look at her. She was looking at me with her eyes open and her teddy was hugged to her chest which I found extremely adorable. "What do you want to do?"

"I wanna do something that will speed up the process of falling asleep. And also will help taking away my headache that I'll have tomorrow."

"We could talk I guess," I said randomly. "Or we could watch a movie if you have your laptop since these TV's probably don't have many channels on them."

"Yeah, I actually do have my laptop here. It's in my suitcase," she said but didn't move. Her eyes were focused on me, practically piercing through my skin as the comfortable silence sat on our shoulders and in the room. "You know," she started once she took a deep and long breath then exhaled it. "When you said you want to take me on a date, I just-, I don't know whether you were serious or not."

For a few moments I stayed silent, processing my thoughts and remembering back to the gym where I indeed told her I'd want to take her on a date. The fact that she didn't forget it and even though she was absolutely drunk she still had it in her mind made me smile. I was hoping and praying with everything in me that she felt the chemistry or the tension or whatever was between us too.

"I did say that, yes," I murmured, my words coming out of me slower than they usually do. I'm not a fast speaker anyway, I think long and hard before I share my thoughts and opinions with others and so when alcohol is running through my veins I tend to talk like an actual sloth. "I meant it, too. I do want to take you on a date. Well, that is if you are up for it too."

"Are you really interested in me?" she questioned me again with her voice serious and full of question marks. I didn't want to mess up even though I knew the answer and it should have been really easy to tell her as well but I was nervous. "I, I don't know, I just can't get my head around the thought of you actually liking me, you know?"

"Why?" I asked back, ignoring her first question which was most likely the stupidest decision but I was sort of shy to actually admit I liked her. And I didn't know why. Was I afraid of rejection? "I'm nothing special."

"I think you are," she argued. Oh, here we go, our silly little bickering started once again. It was fun though; I enjoyed it even when it got on my nerves when my mates did that to me. "I'm just not up to your standards, I don't think."

"Why is that, though?" she wasn't one to open up easily, well to me at least which was probably because we didn't know each other for that long. We were still kind of strangers to each other but at the same time, we fancied the other person like we've known each other for months.

Well, I fancied her at least. A lot. Not that it's new to you lot, but oh well.

"I told you before, haven't I?" she pulled her brows up to her forehead so much it was almost touching her hairline. Her brown eyes which seemed darker than any black hole in that moment and time was on me still, eating me up. "I'm Carrington Hill, some normal girl you haven't even heard of before. I'm pretty sure you are able to hook up with other girls who are more like... well, you."

"More like me?" I probably sounded offended even though I was drunk but it sort of hurt me. I didn't know where she was going with his, with asking me about the date first then if I liked her and now she's putting herself down? It honestly made my head hurt and feel dizzy. "I'm not getting what you are trying to say."

"We are just not meant to be," she flat out stated her opinion as if it was supposed to be a fact and I couldn't help myself when I sat right up in bed. "Please, don't get mad. I just don't know-, I can't imagine why you would actually like me or want to talk to me."

"You are seriously confusing me," I muttered as I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands then a sigh escaped from my mouth. "I think you are amazing. You are pretty and have a great personality. Why does it matter if you are not a model? That's what you were on about when you said 'more like you', weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, look," I turned towards her as I laid down on my stomach and kept myself up with my elbows. I was so close to her that the tip of my fingers could easily touch her cheek. "I may have the chance to get with girls from industry but that doesn't matter to me. I don't want someone who shares the same interest as me when it comes to my career, because, well, I'd most probably feel bloody competitive all of the time."

"That's bad though," she said smiling and I rolled my eyes. That caused us both to giggle for a few minutes, the alcohol still had a bit of an effect on us. "Carry on, sorry."

"I can't help that," I shrugged after I commented on her opinion. "Plus, if I had a model girlfriend the chances of us getting papped would increase dramatically, our relationship would be all everyone would talk about. And as well, I feel like the media and the fans and everyone would expect so much from us that it would cost our feelings if you get me?"

"Explain please. I'm not really onto what you are rambling about," Carrington said while her fingers touched my rings that I only put on for the wedding. I took them off on holiday every time so that I could get a proper tan on my fingers as well and it didn't look weird.

"I just think that when your relationship is in the public eye, people think they have the right to say what should be happening between you and your partner, they get really judgemental as well. I do not think that's okay, personally. A relationship is meant to happen between two people and others opinions shouldn't matter or impact on them, you know? So, I think that if I was to have a thing with a model, I would automatically put myself out there for that."

"Don't you think you could keep it private?"

"It's not that, because of course we could keep it private. But the whole world would know that we'd be together as it would be impossible to keep that fact a secret. And then from then on, everyone would say what they think and feel and sometimes some people have very strong opinions on things."

"How do you deal with hate then? Do you go and read all those nasty things people say about you?"

"I try to keep away from social media as much as possible. I share some pictures and I tweet here and there but I think the internet is a dark place."

"That's true. And even I say that with my Instagram account which is basically like my job?"

"Do you get paid for posting and stuff? Or just for promoting shit?"

"Well, my manager said I shouldn't tell anyone about any of this stuff so," that made me laugh and she smiled at me. Carrington was really something else. "But I still agree that the internet can be the worst place to be at. It can get really toxic."

"Of course it can get like that. Cyberbullying is still huge and it makes me sick to my stomach to think that there are so many cruel people out there doing that online and in real life as well."

"I know, same here," she said. "So, um, you know how you said that you would automatically put yourself out there if you were to date a model? Like to hate and stuff."

"Mhm."

"Don't you think that would be the same for her? Or anyone else, like for someone who's not in the industry?" she asked me curiously and I swear I don't know how we got so deep in our conversation while we were both still drunk. "I think that if you were to be with someone who does the same thing as you they would be able to relate to you more and, like, help the relationship going because they'd have a better understanding."

"Yeah, that's a good way of looking at things and I suppose that could make things more stress free and such. But, I just don't know. It's not something I ever wanted once I stepped into the modelling industry."

"You wanted a model girlfriend before you got famous, didn't you?" she laughed and I just nodded as a wide grin played on my lips.

"Yeah but I think that every little boy wanted a model for themselves and some still do."

"Who would you choose if you had to pick between me and a model?" Carrington's eyes looked right into mine which caught me off guard as we weren't looking at each other that straight forwardly throughout our conversation. My breath got stuck on my throat and I had to look away and cough a little to be able to get my words out.

It took me a few minutes to actually realise what she asked me and once it sunk in, I couldn't believe that after all I just told her, she didn't have an answer to her own question.

"I would choose you," I gave her my honest thought, my eyes serious as I looked back up to her brown ones. Soon enough a slight smirk appeared on her lips and I watched it grow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are so silly, Harry," she sighed then propped herself up as she leaned her head in the palm of her hand. Her elbow sunk into the pillow and the way she moved up it made our faces almost touch. "Why would you go for me when you could have someone like, I don't even know model names, but, um, like a Victoria's Secret model?"

"You are silly, too," I told her while scooting a bit closer, my nose near enough touching hers. Carrington's eyes dropped down a bit and so her eyelashes moved as well then she looked back to me. She swallowed which I heard quietly then carried on talking before I got too lost in her beauty. "I'd be the biggest idiot if I didn't pick you."

"I'm honestly not that amazing as you think I am," her voice was soft and sounded tired as it left her lips in the form of words. Our noses touched the slightest bit in the most innocent Eskimo kiss and that made me smile.

I could feel her breath on my lips, her scent mixed with the alcohol she had been drinking and I swear I could sense the salty smell of the water as well. Slowly, I licked my lips a bit when I saw her eyes shut closed, our fingers slipped together and even though she was covered with the duvet, her fingertips were cold when it touched my hand.

Just a little bit, I tilted my head to the side as my mouth started to get closer and closer to hers, both of our breathing patterns changed completely. I didn't want to ruin our first kiss by being drunk and I also didn't know whether she wanted it.

Our lips touched the slightest bit though they never met in an actual kiss. A small whine ran past her lips as I moved mine a bit to press a peck on the corner of her mouth. When I pulled away, her eyes were shining in the dark and as much light as it came in through the window from the moon, I saw that her cheeks were flushed red. Moving my right hand up to her hair, I slowly pushed my fingers through it and kept it on the side of her neck.

"I think you are more than amazing and I wanna take you out on a date tomorrow. Would you like to come on a date with me?"

There. I asked her and I could only hope and pray that she'll agree.

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