Carrington Hill 

Zayn and Liam left once they congratulated Harry and I think they even agreed on a date when they'd meet up to celebrate. They said bye to his sister and her family then to me too. They were lovely lads and cheeky, I was happy to finally meet them in person. I exchanged a few words with Gemma before they left as well just so that I slept better that night. I didn't want her to leave without me even trying to make extra conversation and this way I at least was able to say that I tried.

"How did you find the show?" Harry asked me when it was just him, Ethan and me in the dressing room. We were waiting for something that had to be done. I was sitting on the couch with Harry next to me and his nephew on his lap as he was watching a cartoon on my boyfriend's phone.

"It was really good," I told him with a smile on my lips. Harry looked at me as I rested my head against my hand, my elbow propped up on the back of the couch. "I've never been to a fashion show before so there's nothing I can compare it to, but I loved it."

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he grinned and leaned closer. "Kiss?" he asked with an innocent look on his face and I giggled before I pressed my lips against his in a little peck. "I love you."

"I love you," I smiled at him then I licked my lips. Before there was a chance for me to say anything, the door to the dressing room opened.

"Mr Styles, you are free to go," a built man said with a headset on and papers in his hand.

"Thank you, Sir," Harry replied. The man nodded then closed the door and left. "When's your train?" he asked me with a sigh leaving his lips.

"Nine," I replied with a pout on my lips. Harry looked at his watch that was clasped around his wrist and it made him look even more attractive.

"It's ten past eight now," he told me. "If I was to go home now it'd mean we'll have to leave right away to get you to the train station in time."

"You don't have to take me to yours, I can just wait in the train station," I said and he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. I had a feeling he didn't like the idea of that.

"That's not happening, babe," he let out a forced and dry laugh. "No way I'm letting you wait in the train station for over half an hour, it's cold and you're barely wearing anything. Your toes would literally freeze off."

"Well, it's not like I haven't done it before," I said which probably didn't help my case or lessened Harry's worrying.

"You're not waiting in the train station until your train, end of," he argued back and I just let my head fall back as I laughed. "Now are you hungry? Because I haven't eaten all day."

"I'm good for now," I replied.

"That means you're getting food as well," he chuckled. "Alright, buddy, let's get your shoes on and we'll go to Burger King or something, yes?" he talked to his nephew. At the thought of going Burger King I felt like I was disrespecting Mc Donald's.

"Actually, could we go to maccies?" I asked him and he looked up at me instantly. I saw him roll his eyes then went back to helping Ethan.

Once we were all ready, we went to say bye to Caitlin. Well, Harry did, I just stood back and waited for him. It was late and I was too tired to be receiving dirty looks from a woman who shouldn't even have any problems with me.

Harry's hand held mine and our fingers interlocked while we left through the back door. The car that my boyfriend arrived with this morning was in the parking lot, a massive black Range Rover looking shinier than anything as it was under the lamp. He let go of my hand as he took his car keys out and unlocked it, he walked me to the passenger seat side and opened the door for me. I smiled at him and thanked him after I got in and he closed the door with his nephew still in his arm.

He made sure that Ethan was securely strapped in his seat that I actually never saw before but then again, this was the first time I sat in his Range Rover. We usually took the Jaguar or the Audi when I was in London and we went out somewhere. It was nice though, luxurious just as I imagined so many times before.

"So you want to go to Mc Donald's huh?" he asked me while he did his seatbelt, leaned on the armrest between us. "You see, my nephew likes Burger King better, so I'm in a tough situation right now."

"Alright, let's go to the copycat place then," I said with an annoyed huff. I didn't actually have anything against the place I just preferred maccies because I knew it better. "Go on, drive."

"Are you going to be in a funny mood now?" he asked me as he pushed the button in and the car started. Soon, we were out of the parking lot yet there was still not an answer from me. "So you will be."

"No, I won't be," I argued back just so he didn't win against me.

"Sure thing," he laughed. "Ethan, we're going Burger King, are you buzzing?"

"Buffing!" he said in a high pitched voice and he clapped in his seat as he laughed. He was seriously so cute.

He wasn't the quietest baby either, he was always saying something in his own little language, but like I mentioned before, he was really well behaved. When the music was on, he seemed to know it, because he kept making noises and mumbled words that he knew from the song. Harry sang along as well and I was scrolling through my phone.

People were tweeting about Harry and the fashion show, my whole time line was on about it. So, I decided to tweet about it as well.

"@carringtonhill champagne, fashion, nice people and some more champagne. 🥂🥂 congratulations on the new collection @Burberry"

Seeing as I haven't tweeted a lot, it shocked me for a few moments when tons of likes appeared under my tweet. A few retweets as well as replies but I didn't pay much attention to it. I locked my phone and sighed.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked me. His hand landed on my thigh and he squeezed it a little. My head turned towards him to see him look in the rear view mirror in the middle.

"Sure," I answered a bit later, my hands fiddled with his fingers. He had fake tan on his hand, at least it looked much darker than the inside of his palm. He didn't have his rings on either which was weird as I was used to seeing them wrapped around his fingers.

"Do you wanna try again and give me a more honest answer?"

"No," I chuckled and lifted my gaze up to him. He had a little smile on his lips as he let his fingers slip between mine.

"Alright," he said quickly. And then I broke whatever was holding me back.

"I don't want to go home today, I want to stay with you but I can't and it makes me sad. I haven't seen you for ages and now I got to see you for what, two or three hours?" I scoffed. I was not happy at all, if anything, I was ready to cry. "I don't like living so far away from you because there's always a limited amount of time that we can spend together. I feel like we're in a long distance relationship when we're in the same country."

Then I stopped myself. I was saying too much and it probably didn't even make sense. All that was clear to me was the fact that these things had to be put off my chest and for that to happen I had to talk about them.

"Also, I don't want to seem like I'm complaining, when clearly, that's what I'm doing. But I'm just not used to being with someone-, you know what? I'll shut up before I say something that we both regret and it starts up an argument."

"No, go on, tell me what you were going to," he encouraged me. His hand was back on the steering wheel as he turned down a road.

"I'm just not used to being in a relationship where I see my significant other more through a flipping camera than in real life. I have only ever had one boyfriend and he was living in the same area as me and we weren't even as serious as you and I are. So to have you be this important to me and live so far away, makes me go crazy," I went off. He listened to me carefully and not even his nephew seemed to be bothered by me rambling.

"What does this mean for us then? Do you want to stop dating?" he asked me. His voice was monotone and it bothered me that he showed no emotion in that moment. I needed his reassurance and support more than anything. I was tired and I felt everything all at once, my feelings started to take over me and tears started to form in my eyes which made my sight go blurry.

"No, that's not what I was trying to say," I sighed as I wanted to stop talking. Call me lazy or whatever but I suddenly couldn't be arsed explaining myself or what left my mouth before. Why couldn't he just read my mind instead of having me talk? "Let's just leave it, okay? I'm tired and emotional, I feel like shit and I'm going to miss you. I don't even make sense anymore."

"How do you expect me to let you leave after this conversation?" he sounded genuinely helpless which I was as well after a few minutes of staying quiet. I did not have an answer to his question so I stayed silent instead. "I'm not even hungry anymore. I want to talk about this because I feel like you doubt me and our relationship. Yourself, even."

"I'd rather not discuss anything while your nephew is in the backseat. Plus I don't even want to."

"Carrington, you can't just start a conversation and then decide to not want to talk about it in the middle of everything! That's just not fair especially when it's something as serious as this. Are you mental?" his voice was stern as the words flew out of his mouth and I noticed that his grip tightened around the steering wheel as well. "You came here all happy and giddy then as soon as we sat in the car you go all emotional on me and on top of that you don't even let me in! How are we supposed to treat our relationship like mature young adults when we can't even communicate normally even though we promised we always would?"

"Maybe I'm not mature enough to be in this relationship!" I said out of anger and then let out a loud sigh. My elbow was propped up on the side of the car door, near the window as I put my chin in the palm of my hand and looked out. I licked my lips slowly before I said anything else. "Also don't blame me for being emotional, it's not my fault and it's not like you don't know how easy it is for me to get frustrated."

"I know full well how easy it is to piss you off but it also annoys me when you don't talk to me about how you feel. Lately, I don't even know, I just don't feel like you trust me."

"It's all coming out now then, isn't it?" my chuckle was forced and dry, my fingers fiddled in my lap as I looked them at them. "You have trust issues and I can't stand the fact that I can't see you whenever I want to. Maybe we shouldn't date then. I mean no one wants us together."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked me with an angry voice, he even swore which I knew didn't happen a lot unless he was mad or messing around. The car came to a halt stop and I only just then realised that we stopped at Mc Donald's. "Get out of the car, we're going to talk about this outside. Now."

With a huff, I undid my belt, opened the door and stepped outside. My feet hurt like a bitch when I stood on them and I grimaced while I pulled my jeans up on my waist. I pulled my flannel on my shoulders and did the buttons until the last two was left undone. My arms were crossed in front of my chest and I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

"Are we breaking up or what?" I asked him when he stood in front of me. The simple thought of not having Harry in my life anymore made me tear up and I sniffled then itched my nose with the side of my index finger.

"Can you stop with all the bullshit, please?" his voice was soft and gentle while his hands were stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. He stood there, with his legs apart, arms pushed forward and his head turned towards the sky. It wasn't entirely dark but dark enough for me to know I should be in bed. I never really stayed out at night. "Listen, I love you and I miss you all the time too. I know that our situation sucks but there's not much we can do."

"I know," I said right away, quietly. "Unless I move to London. The only solution for us to last before the distance becomes too much and you get bored of me constantly moaning about not being able to see you and you break things off."

"That's what you think will happen to us?" he questioned.

"Honestly?" I asked with another forced laugh at the end. I put my right leg in front of my left one and cracked my fingers as my arms were still folded. "Yes. I can be too much, hell, I am too much right now. You got frustrated with me while we were in the car so imagine if I keep on doing this. You won't want to be with someone as annoying as me. I'm surprised we're still here."

"Carrington, what happened to that confident girl who I fell in love with in Hawaii?" he asked me seriously.

"She fell in love with you too then realised that she's a weak cunt who cannot shut the fuck up and appreciate what and who she has."

"Why do you think so little of yourself? Why don't you trust yourself? I know I haven't known you for all that long but I knew you for long enough to sense this little bit of change in you," he talked and talked while his hand grabbed mine and held it firmly.

"I don't know. I know nothing," I said as my lips quivered and before I even noticed, Harry pulled me to his chest and engulfed me in a tight hug. "I don't know anything," I repeated myself which didn't come out more than a muffled group of words that made no sense.

"It's okay, Carrie, don't cry, please," he whispered as one of his hands was on the back of my neck and his thumb was stroking my skin delicately. His other arm was wrapped around me and his lips soon started to press kisses on the top of my head. "I love you, I love you a lot. Please don't cry, I love you so much, I'm sorry, baby. I'm here."

If anything that made me cry more because he was just so amazing and I loved him more than words would ever be able to describe my feelings. My hold got stronger around his body and I pressed my head to his chest more forcefully. His scent was all I could smell and the warmth that his body was providing made me feel safe and secure, almost like I was home.

"You're staying the night with me and I'm taking you home tomorrow. This is final," he said sternly and I didn't even want to fight him on this. I knew that he wasn't going to let me go home no matter what I said or did.

So I gave up and just sobbed as he held me in the parking lot. It was not my intention at all to break down completely but there was no way to control it. On top of that it felt good to hug him properly after not seeing him for a while and even when I got here everything was rushed.

"No, go get food for your nephew," I said as I pulled away from him. I wiped my eyes with the side of my index fingers and sniffled a little. My makeup must have looked like a right show from all the crying. "I'll cool down a little."

"Are you sure? Do you not want anything? At all?" he asked me softly and he stepped closer so me backing up was literally pointless. His hands held mine and his eyes searched for my attention again. "Come on, I'll get you something."

And because I couldn't go against that, I just nodded.

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