Carrington Hill

My life has definitely changed ever since that Dunkirk premiere however I didn't really realise that up until people actually started to acknowledge me on the streets. Well, actually, I did notice and knew that my life would and will change after I get exposed to the whole world as Harry Styles' girlfriend but I didn't really think about it too much. There was no time on my hands to do so.

Right until I woke up the next morning in Scotland. I was laying on my back while Harry's back was towards me and just to quickly mention, yes, he was cuddling my teddy bear again. Every time he did that it always made me laugh because I found it extremely adorable. Although I found this insane, too.

I mean I was the girlfriend of Harry Styles. The worldwide known model and now actor as well. That was some crazy shit considering I was just a normal girl from Manchester. Never in my life did I think that I would actually end up with someone like him especially since I didn't even know of his existence up until Mia told me that he was going to be Aiden's best man.

But here I was in Scotland, in bed with him on a romantic weekend trip.

I sighed to myself and rubbed my eyes before I reached out for my phone. I only had notifications off Twitter and a few of Instagram since I hadn't been on my phone ever since we left my house. That was weird for me considering I was always on it. Whilst I checked my accounts I noticed that I gained followers, quite a few actually.

My Instagram was close to hitting 130,000 followers which was insane because I only had around 50,000 up until I met Harry. My Twitter gained some as well and I was close to hitting 100,000 and that again was mental. The only reason why all these new people followed me was because I was associated with someone they liked. They didn't follow me because they were interested in me but because they wanted to see what their favourite was up to. That made me wonder if I ever broke up with Harry, would all these fans unfollow me?

"Mmm," I heard Harry hum which made me snap my head towards his direction. His face was nuzzled in the pillow and he peeked up at me with one of his eyes. I chuckled and slid down next to him then moved his arm and cuddled into his chest. "What you doin'?" he mumbled his question out to me.

"Hello," I said instead of answering his question. He took a deep breath and tightened his hold around me while his legs tangled together with mine under the duvet. He still smelled like his shower gel which I loved a hella lot. "Can we like, cuddle all day?"

"Mhm," he hummed in answer and I took that as his agreement. "Carrie?"

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure," I said right away. "Please do."

"Alright, well," he sighed as he pulled away a little. "Last night when my mum called me she told me that my brother was home. Like, he came back after he left ages ago and it's like my mother completely forgot that it happened. She told me that he's still her son and that she still loves him and she felt like I was disappointing her by talking badly about him. Do you think I really disappointed her?"

"I-, um, I'm not too sure, I don't think so, no," I said unsurely. "I'm not exactly informed on why he's a bad person in your eyes or what he's done. But, to answer your question, I don't think you could ever disappoint your mother. I mean, she loves you more than anyone in the world and that means she loves all her other children like that. I think you could have expected her to welcome your brother back with wide arms."

"No, I couldn't have expected that because my mother was broken when my brother left us and I genuinely did not think that she would be this happy and I don't even know, forgiving when he'd be back. And on top of that I can't believe how Lucas dared to come home just like that. I bet he has issues financially so now he's trying to make his way back into my parents' everyday life to milk them for some money."

"Harry, babe, you can't say that," I sighed and rolled on my back. Sure, there was no clue in my mind what his brother had done but the way he just assumed things left me quite shocked because he was never one to just judge others.

"Yes the fuck I can," he replied sort of angrily then got out of bed and walked off. This caused another sigh to leave my mouth and I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

"There goes my cuddle buddy for the day," I mumbled as I got out of the bed as well and since Harry literally slammed the bathroom door I knew where he went.

As I neared towards the room I prayed to myself that he didn't lock it and so when the handle went down and it opened up I felt slightly relieved. Harry sat on top of the toilet with its lid down, his face hid in the palm of his hands and he seemed completely unaware of my presence. Well I thought that because he didn't move when I squatted down in front of him and then I put my hands around his arms to get his attention.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have walked out on you like that but Lucas pisses me off so much and the fact that he is back and is trying to sway his way back into our family like the scum he is makes me so angry."

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry about it," I smiled slightly. He looked up at me, his eyes staring into mine. "I haven't really been in a situation like this before and what I'm about to say will sound cheesy as fuck but everything happens for a reason. Your brother came back for a reason, your mum let him through for a reason and you are definitely pissed off at him for a reason. It's okay though, it will all work out."

He didn't say anything. He was only staring at me before his gaze dropped and then opened his mouth.

"He left because he got a girlfriend and they decided to move away. We were in a bad situation back then, financially I mean. Sure, my parents had a job but they had four of us to take care of plus themselves, the bills and all that shit. I know I said we were fine but everything, uh sort of piled up, I guess. Lucas had a job too and it was kind of helping us out but then he put his girlfriend before us and just fucked off with her."

"Wow."

"Lily was the closest to him though and she was an absolute wreck, her and mum. It honestly pained me to see them so heartbroken and to think that he was so single minded makes me furious. I doubt he thought of what consequences his actions would leave behind and it infuriates me."

A ton of questions rallied through my mind while he was talking and I didn't know which one to ask first. I felt like this was a new side to him because he never usually said anything too strong about others then again I kind of liked how he had his own thoughts and voice and wasn't afraid to just say whatever he wanted instead of putting it in a way that could potentially please everyone – or at least most people.

"I think you should go and visit while he's home."

"Are you fucking crazy, man?" he asked back, clearly offended and confused. "Did you not hear anything of what I just said?"

"I have but I don't think you ever got closure regarding this situation. I mean you seem pretty pressed to me and the only way for you to move on would be to face your problem also known as your brother again and talk shit out. I hate seeing you so stressed, annoyed and upset and it bugs me that even though you could solve this because you have the chance to you are just pushing it to the side."

"Carrington, you don't know shit."

"Don't fucking talk to me like that, okay!" I said a bit more serious and kind of annoyed. I stood up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm trying to help because your frustration rubs off on me and even though I'm trying to understand you and help you, you are not cooperating at all."

"Maybe because I don't want your help, did you not think of that? I was fine before you came along and I am fine now."

"Well, okay," I said lightly as I gave up with the subject. He was clearly sensitive about this topic and I was not in the mood to fight with him for any longer.

So I just walked out and made sure to shut the door behind me. I went over to my bag and took out one of those plastic hair bubbles then put my hair up in a bun to get it out of the way. As I hoped and prayed, I walked out to the kitchen and opened up the fridge door to find eggs and bacon in there.

That was all.

I sighed and decided to just work with whatever I had. I liked having cheese in my omelette but since there was none I had to suck it up and eat it normally. I had no clue what Harry wanted since help wasn't one of them therefore I only made breakfast for myself.

My phone was in my left hand while I held the fork in my right one and ate literally everything off of my plate. I was kind of gutted when I thought of how our morning turned out, mostly because I wanted cuddles but even before that, more specifically last night, I was told I'd be getting morning sex.

The perfect morning could have happened but it never did.

"My eggs would have probably tasted better if I could have gotten dick this morning but whatever," I mumbled to myself as I put my plate in the sink then searched for a sponge and soap to wash it all up.

"I'm sorry," I heard Harry's voice suddenly which made me jump.

"Fuck sake," I said scared and put my hand on my chest where my heart was beating like crazy.

I placed my plate and fork on the side to let it dry then dried my hands with the tea towel that was hanging from the handle of the oven.

"Carrington," he called my name and I hummed in response since I wasn't trying to ignore him. I was just kind of, well, I didn't really feel in any way regarding the situation because I knew I had good intentions but then I also understood why he was pushing me a way.

Well, I thought I understood.

"I didn't mean to talk to you that way before," Harry started to talk again. I turned around and leaned against the kitchen isle as he slowly made his way over to me. "I'm sorry, I'm just so annoyed and that's probably fucked up our whole weekend."

I shrugged and folded my arms in front of my chest. Usually, when it came to good things and me everything went to shit and although our current situation wasn't half bad, I wasn't surprised one bit.

"Like I said, don't worry about it."

"I am worrying about it though because-,"

"Listen, it's your business, not mine. I shouldn't butt into it by asking questions or offering my help because clearly, whenever I do, no one wants it. It's okay, I'll get used to it over time."

"No, no, baby, don't say that," he grabbed my hands quickly, his voice thickly coated with something I thought could be described as pain and hurry. "I love you for being nosy and wanting to help. It makes me happy that you do because it shows that you care but I push people away when they are getting a bit too personal, that's just how I am."

"I get that-,"

"I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot," he pulled me against his chest and rested his cheek on top of my head. "I love you," he mumbled and he let out a deep breath when my arms slowly snuck around his middle and I hugged him back. "I love you."

"I love you, Harry, it's okay, I'm not mad at you," I said quietly but he most likely heard me. At least when his arms tightened around my body I assumed it was because of my words.

After we hugged for a bit he pulled away and I walked back to the fridge in hopes of a bottle of juice magically appearing in there.

"Is there a shop anywhere? I really want something to drink," I talked to Harry as I closed the door of the fridge. "We should probably also get food and snacks because we have nothing."

"Um, sure, I'll uh, I'll go get changed and then we can head out, if you'd like?" he replied a bit hesitantly. Before I could have said anything he was out of the kitchen and I sensed just how stuffed and heavy the atmosphere was around and between us.

While a loud sigh escaped my lips my legs had taken me back to the room, my mind was already set on the fact that we were going to talk this out like always. I found it slightly irritating that we agreed to communicate at all times yet we never actually do. Right away, anyways.

"You don't have to feel like you're walking on eggshells around me," I spoke up as soon as I faced my boyfriend's back. "I told you I'm not angry with you and I understand your frustration however I have a different opinion on this whole thing."

"I know," he mumbled back, sighed and carried on pulling his jeans on his legs. It was a black pair, no surprise there, then when he was done he quickly put his lavender coloured jumper on. "Let's go," he said to me as he walked past.

Or at least tried to walk past. I didn't let him as I got a hold of his wrist and held him back.

"Stop being like this, please," I asked him. "I don't want to go anywhere with you if you'll just act this cold."

"Right, I'm sorry," he said sincerely, his voice genuine and soft as it left his lips. "Can we forget how stupidly I behaved before? I shouldn't have been so mean to you because none of this is your fault."

"Sure thing, man," I teased with a smile as I used the same noun to address him as he did to me before. In response to that he rolled his eyes at me then pulled me closer as he put his arms around me.

My cheek pressed against his warm chest, his jumper smelled like him as I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath. My hands locked behind Harry's back while he nuzzled his face in my hair and pressed soft kisses on my head, one hand on the back of my neck while the other rested on my lower back.

"Guess what."

"What?" I asked back as I looked up at him, curiously and he just smirked. "What is it?"

"Guess where we going tonight?"

"Hmmm," I hummed while I put my thinking face on, Harry watched me so intensely that it felt like his eyes were piercing through my skin.

"Do you want me to tell you?"

"Sure, go on," I smiled and he did the same which made my heart pump a little faster, make my grin grow a little bigger and hands sweat a little more.

"We are going on a date," he told me enthusiastically and I giggled at his excitement.

"Is it gonna be a fancy one where a glass of water costs like twenty quid or a laid back one where they just give you a glass of water from the tap?" I asked him jokingly.

"Hm, I would say it's in the middle," he said after a little while. "I know that you are not exactly comfortable with the expensive restaurants but I don't want to take you to a fast food place on a date night either."

"I wouldn't mind going to a fast food place on our date night," I told him honestly. If anything I would have loved the idea of that.

"You are easy to please when it comes to food because you love everything but I still want to spoil you a little," he shrugged. While we talked he put his boots on then his coat and only then did I realise that I was still in my leggings.

"Do you think it's cold out? I don't really want to get changed."

"Just put a hoodie on and maybe a coat or just a coat or something. I have no idea what clothes you brought with you, babe," he laughed.

"Okay, well, can you get me my shoes from wherever they are?" I asked him with a pleading look in my eyes. Harry huffed then turned around and left the room to find my Adidas shoes.

I ended up just putting my red hoodie on and then a bit of perfume, placed my hoop earrings in my ears and walked out of the room with my phone in my hand. My boyfriend was sitting on the couch in the living room with his phone in his hand, my shoes on the floor next to his feet so I quickly sat on the floor and put them on.

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