Carrington Hill

Everything had to be put on hold for a while a week after my birthday simply because my boyfriend announced that he had plans for us. Surely, he spent the 11th of November with me on my actual birthday as – surprise, no surprise – I was home alone and had nothing to do until ten o'clock when my mother arrived at home with a cake in her hand. It was lovely and I appreciated her effort, straight off from work to the shops to get me a cake and celebrate with me for a short amount of time honestly meant the world.

It was now the 17th of November and my ass was sitting on a bed in a hella expensive hotel in Shanghai. The last two hours of my life was spent crying when the realisation hit me why my boyfriend brought me to China.

I mean out of all places why would he take me to the other side of the fucking world if it wasn't for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show? Because yes, he did bring me to China for the VSFS. When I asked him why he simply replied saying "you wanted me to get you to Adriana Lima so I am doing what you asked of me to" and let me tell you that's how my hysterical crying began.

I was still in shock when I finished crying, my eyes puffy and red, my lips swollen and forehead marked with tons of little red dots. Long story short – I looked disgusting and wanted to cry about that too.

"I can't believe you," I mumbled when Harry walked back in the room from the ensuite bathroom. Oh, by the way, it was literally two am in the morning and neither of us were able to go to bed due to our jetlag. It was crazy.

Everything was crazy.

"You better believe me baby cuz you're going to be meeting Adriana Lima like you wanted to," he smiled at me as he tackled me down on the bed, his grin wide and gorgeous like always. He was so pretty and honestly it made me want to cry some more.

"I love you, you crazy man."

"I love you, you crazy woman," he replied and softly pressed his lips against mine. It was the sweetest, most innocent peck ever, it made my insides tingle and feel fuzzy and warm.

When he pulled back I just stared at him in awe for a few seconds before I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and hugged him to me. His face was tucked in the crook of my neck, his arms rested on both sides of me. I carved his touch, his presence and so to have him so close I felt amazing.

We ended up falling asleep in that position which I only realised when we woke up the following day. I had a dead arm because Harry weighed it down for hours which made me slightly grumpy. My boyfriend disappeared in the bathroom after that, no words were spoken during it all.

I decided to order breakfast, thankfully there were English speaking employees so it wasn't that hard.

"What's the plan for today?" I wondered as Harry and I were just laying in bed, him on his phone as he laid on his back and me on my side just looking up at him. Both of our bellies were filled and there was no way I was going to move for at least an hour.

"Well," he started as he locked his phone so that typical iPhone sound softly filled the room. "We could go out and just explore a little bit, get some food somewhere for lunch, explore some more then come back and just chill out."

"Or?"

"Or, we could stay in bed, chill out, eat food and chill out some more," he smiled at me gently and I chuckled. "We can do whatever you want to do," he mumbled as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. It was delicate and innocent yet still filled with tons of love which I felt.

My arms snuck around his neck and I locked my hands as my fingers intertwined. Eyes fluttered closed as our tongues met, his warm against my cold one that probably tasted like chocolate ice cream. I inhaled his typical Harry scent that made me feel at ease and warm, almost like I was home.

He was kind of my home.

There was a light smacking noise when our lips pulled apart, my chest heaved up as my lungs filled up with fresh oxygen. Slowly, I opened my eyes as a smile crept on my lips under Harry's loving gaze. His hair fell on his forehead, that one loose strand suddenly gave me war flashbacks to my best friend's wedding in Hawaii. My smile widened as my fingers ran through his soft hair and my eyes dropped down to where his cross necklace made an appearance as it fell out from behind his shirt.

"You really talked my mother into letting me come to China with you so I could meet Adriana Lima," I giggled and he smirked, his dimples popped in his cheek and I pecked his lip quickly.

"I did all of that, yeah," he hummed with a little nod then pushed his face in the crook of my neck and his lips pressed kisses onto my skin.

"Are you implying something?" I raised my eyebrows and let out a little chuckle while he looked back at me. His cheeky eyes gave it all away which made me laugh some more. "Well, maybe you could get something for being such an angel."

"How ironic, eh?!" he grinned and it took me a few seconds to realise what he meant. I said 'angels' and we were in Shanghai for the VSFS where the models are often referred to as VS Angels.

"Alright, come off it," I rolled my eyes. "But hey, isn't it about giving and not receiving?"

"Yeah but when I have the opportunity to get head from my girl then that means shit."

"Wait, who said you're getting head?" I played dumb. Getting on his nerves was so much fun and although I was cruel to him at times... well, it just made it better. "I thought I'd get you protein to put into your shakes with one of those bottles you can make it in so when you want to go to the gym you can take it with you."

"You are messing."

"Why would I be joking around with that?" I carried on, pretending to be serious and he literally ate it off the palm of my hand. I found it so fucking funny, he was way too gullible, even though I played him like this a lot.

"Shut up, you know you are going to give me head and so do I," he laughed while I tried my hardest to keep a straight face. "Stop trying to make me believe you."

"You believe what you wanna believe," I shrugged as I let out a sigh. Harry was closely watching me but I did not break under his stern gaze. The fact that he was actually getting quite mad about the whole situation made me wanna crack a smile but that was not an option. "I need to text mum though."

While my fingers typed out a message to my mother I felt Harry's eyes stare at me, they burnt a hole in the skin of my face basically.

"You really not gonna treat me then?" he sounded quiet and actually upset which cut it for me. I laughed out loud as he sat on the bed, legs crossed and elbows propped up on his knees as he held his head up in the palm of his hands. "What? Why are you– you were having me on, weren't you? Of course you were," he rolled his eyes and huffed. That made me laugh even more. "Why did I even fall for your shitty game? Jesus, why are you like this? I–," he didn't finish his sentence instead he just pushed me into the mattress as he got on top of me and started tickling me.

Our laughter melted together and filled the room completely. I was ticklish, very ticklish and he was aware of it so he took it to his advantage to get back at me in a way. He really didn't let me get out from under him and it caused me to nearly pee myself. Once Harry decided to leave me alone, he laid flat on his back next to me and let out a deep, heavy sigh.

"You're twenty-two. How does it feel?"

"Well, I've been twenty-two for a week now and to be honest, it doesn't really feel much different," I answered to which I got a quiet hum. "You're turning twenty-five next year though. Thoughts on becoming so old? I mean half way to thirty. You really are getting old."

"Fuck off," he laughed at me teasing him. "Don't even remind me, it's crazy."

"Uuu, now that you've said crazy. How about we do silly Christmas presents?"

"Silly Christmas presents?" he asked back, clearly confused.

"Yeah. Like, we don't do serious gifts and nothing big or expensive. Just like, I don't know. For instance, I could go out and get you a nice bra since you were messing around the other day saying you have yet to put mine on. That'd be kinda silly, funny more like and it'd be memorable I suppose."

"Hmm, good idea," I grinned at his response because I actually would have preferred doing it this way with him. I didn't want nothing big this year anyway and I didn't really want to spend a ton of money either considering the fact that I've been saving up for something big. What I mean by something big is a car.

I have always wanted my own car because I have never had one. In my little to no spare time, I have been revising for my theory test and was planning on getting some lessons too to be able to pass the actual one so that I could drive myself to places. I didn't really like getting others to pick and drop me off, public transport was becoming more and more difficult with the abnormal times I had at the dance studio or at a meeting and so I thought it was time to change this.

My mother and father are actually really good at saving up money hence why I have savings myself – they taught me a lot about this and I'm forever grateful for that otherwise I would be completely broke. They never really let me buy unnecessary things, same for my brothers, they always asked whether I desperately needed something or just wanted it because others had it. In the end, I was always alright without those things and so that in general taught me a lot.

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Harry and I spent the day on the streets of Shanghai with a bit of attention off others. Not many people recognised us, well, my boyfriend, but those who came over were lovely and respected his privacy. The city was amazing; so gorgeous that it left me speechless. I made sure to take as many pictures and videos as I could whether that was of things, of me or of Harry and I. This was truly a trip to be remembered and the simple thought of how we'd spent a week there blew my mind.

Only hours later did we get back to the hotel where things happened that made my man really happy. Not that I didn't enjoy it because let's be frank, we all know I do love a bit of sexy time with Harry. Especially when it's all about showering together and cuddling in bed after. Nothing beats that, honestly.

Well, actually, taking the piss out of Harry may be a very very close second that could potentially knock sex with him off the first place.

That thought came in mind when I literally begged him to watch Dunkirk again with me. He was so good in it, like he legitimately is an amazing actor and he looked well fit in it too so I mean what else can someone ask for?

He was on the screen when I looked up at him, his eyes staring at the TV, eyebrows pulled together and forehead in deep creases. My eyes flickered to his jawline when he bit down on it and so it stiffened, the bone visible and ready to cut a loaf of bread. My lips curled into a smile when he looked down at me, my hand cupped his chin and I kissed him softly.

"I'm so proud of you," I whispered as my thumb ran along his lower lip. I felt his tongue touch my fingertip and I grinned at him. "I really am. I love you."

"Thank you, darling," he smiled as he thanked me, gratefulness richly wrapped around and filled with each of his words and actions. "I love you."

We watched the rest of the film after that. His head laid on my chest, my fingers through his hair as he made me his personal pillow. By the time the credits rolled down on the screen, Harry's light snoring caught my attention and his even breathing. I smiled to myself as I tried to turn the TV off then the lights and snuggled closer to him. That didn't happen without waking him up though.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" he mumbled sleepily, his voice deeper than usual since he was knackered. His eyes were small and his left cheek red since he rested on me.

"Yeah, babe, everything's good," I smiled at him as I rearranged the pillows behind me now that he was off of me. "You fell asleep. I didn't wanna wake you but you probably weren't in a deep sleep."

"Hmm," he hummed as his head hit the pillow, his hair going to one side and spreading out on the pillow. My smile widened as I leaned down and pressed a few kisses on his cheek before I pulled the quilt up on him more and tucked him in. "Where are you going?" he asked me as I got out of bed.

"Gonna brush my teeth real quick, I'll be right back," I said and he groaned. But like I said, it was a quick process and I was back in bed sooner than he probably expected.

"Love you," he said after I settled in and the room became pitch black again.

Gently, I kissed his shoulder since he was the little spoon tonight, more so again since he somehow always ended up being the one who was cuddled. I didn't mind it though, I loved it to be fair. Whenever I got to hold him I felt like I was protecting him from the world and he was all mine, vulnerable and intimate. It was nice, really nice.

He was one to cuddle, always, like myself so we got along just fine.

"Love you, bub."

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