Carrington Hill

January was tough in terms of work but nothing I couldn't handle. It was good that my new year started off with getting my dancing and social media career sorted as I needed some proper directions.

I had a huge competition coming up, which required tons of my time to be spent in the dance studio, rehearsing and getting a new dress done. I wanted something else to wear, my black one was getting too old. Regarding my social media links, I got a brand deal which I worked on with Scott, as always, and it did help me financially.

To be completely honest, I tried to ignore social media as a whole after my trip to Scotland with Harry. Surely, I have posted pictures and tweeted, however, not to the extent I had before. There wasn't any serious reason as to why other than the constant hate and negativity that surrounded me whenever I would go on my accounts. It never really bothered me, didn't affect my life in any way, shape or form, though I definitely did bottle up all my emotions because of it.

Throughout it all, keeping Harry in the loop turned out to be a little trickier than before, but again, I managed everything. Communication was key between us, always, as this was the only thing that helped us cope.

Also, since we couldn't meet up after I came back from my holiday, we decided on me going to London for his birthday.

Well, technically, it wasn't his birthday because I couldn't get there for the 1st of February. And so the plan was that he'll have a joint birthday party with Zayn, considering his birthday was in January and they were both busy on the actual dates.

I knew it was going to be massive. I mean, both of the boys had lots of friends apart from each other and on top of that, there was a high chance of family being there as well. Getting information out of my boyfriend was hard, simply because he had no idea what was happening, either. All he said was, "Liam's planning everything, we'll know more on the day."

Later that day, when I pulled up at Harry's, I grinned to myself. He said he'd come get me but I told him that now that I have my license – fucking finally – and my gorgeous car, I am more than capable of getting myself to London. It was my first ever time driving this far but it was so refreshing and amazing, just jamming out to my music and minding my own business. As I sat in my car, waiting for him to come down and let me in after I texted him, I started to feel excited. It had been a while since I saw him or had some fun without stressing over work and such.

My heart started to race, the palms of my hands were sweating and I grinned widely when I saw him come out of the building. He was wearing a pair of shorts with a grey hoodie and green beanie, then when he got closer, I got to see that he also had a pair of white socks and sliders on. He smiled at me when he was literally three steps away from me, up until then, he was looking around and down – basically, anywhere, but at me.

He quite literally ripped my car door up, to the passenger seat to be specific, and as he got in, that typical Harry scent filled my nose. He wasted no time in leaning over the hand rest between the seats and pulled my face closer to his then kissed my lips. I giggled as I pushed my sunglasses up on my head and kissed him back, he let out a little moan and panted after he pulled away.

"Well, hello to you, too, babe," I said after. His toothy grin made his dimples appear and they deepened into his soft cheeks.

"Hey," he said, clearly out of breath even though our make out session wasn't even that long. "I missed you. So, fucking much," he mumbled as he leaned back and kissed me for the second time. My hand rested on his cheek and felt the slight scruff beneath it.

"Babe," I giggled as he kept kissing me whenever I pulled away. "Babe, stop."

"No, wanna kiss you more," he said in a low voice, slowly with a little whine when I pushed him away. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, as well, but, I'd like to get out of this seat. My ass is numb," I told him honestly.  It was starting to feel tingly as well which I didn't like very much.

"Now you know what I go through during one journey," he teased and I poked my tongue out at him. "Alright, start this baby and then you can park right next to mine."

"Wait, you have a Benz?" I asked as I started the car again.

"It was my birthday, wasn't it?" he asked back and I scoffed. Of course, his rich ass would ask for a car. "So, I went ahead and surprised myself with an AMG GT. She's next to my other babies."

"As if!" I looked at him shocked, my mouth and eyes wide open.

"She's right next to my Range, which is funny because of the height difference," he chuckled and I smiled. He'd be one to find that entertaining. Although, when I parked up next to his Jaguar in the garage then got out to take a look at the new car, I had to give it to him. It was pretty funny to see. "I told you."

"Wow, did you get it wrapped or bought it like that already?" I asked him as I walked around the car, taking in its beauty. So maybe, I took a large interest in vehicles – more specifically, luxurious cars. I always have. Constantly dreaming about having nice whips when I'm old and rich enough. Safe to say, my boyfriend was living my dreams.

"Custom made for me," he said cockily. Oh, sure, what did I even think? "I wanted it done as soon as, I had a vision."

"Well, does it live up to your vision?" I asked.

"Definitely," he nodded. "It's also different, don't you think? It's matt, the rest are shiny."

"Yet, it is still black," I turned to him with a knowing look. He rolled his eyes playfully and sighed.

"Black cars go with everything. Plus, they are classy and sort of intimidate people. Gives you power when you know you're riding a badass car."

"And then here's me with my snow-white Benz," I moved my arm along to showcase my baby. "Completes the family, if you ask me."

"You think?" he asked as he brought me in his arms. My keys dangled as I held it in the same hand as my phone, both of my arms going around Harry's neck while he kept me close around my waist.

"Absolutely," his lips quickly caught mine in a kiss, the word barely left my mouth before he pretty much attacked me. I leaned back and he leaned with me as he kept on kissing me then when he pulled away, he made sure the smack of our lips was loud enough to echo throughout the building.

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Rose made lunch for us and we all sat down and ate together. It was healthy, full of veggies and whatnot, yet really delicious and filling. She also made us kale, banana, pineapple and lime smoothies that I ended up liking more than I had anticipated.

Later, with a full tummy, I was flat out on Harry's couch. Up until that moment, I completely forgot that I had to text my mum about my whereabouts since I promised to shoot her a message once I have arrived. Harry was busy doing whatever, I had no idea where he had disappeared to after lunch. I wanted to be near him because I missed him, then again, I was too full which made me lazy to do anything in order to find his pretty arse.

"Oh, this must be Niall," I heard his voice finally, although I did not see him. I was actually too busy taking pictures of the view behind me that the massive windows let me witness. Harry lived on the fifth floor, which was really nice. "Hey, mate."

"Styles, brother, long time no see," I heard his loud welcoming and then the sound of shoes against the floor. This actually made me get up and walk over to them.

"Hello," I said and sounded a bit shy as I approached them. All eyes turned to me and that's when I really realised, that Willow, Niall's fiancé was there, too.

"Haven't seen you in a while, hun," Niall said with a smile, his arms already around me as he pulled me in a hug. "How are you? You look great."

I laughed at that comment, because I looked like a hot mess. In leggings, a jumper and socks shouldn't be referred to as 'great'. Well, not without my Nike sliders.

"I'm good, what about you?" I asked then went in for a hug with Willow as well. "How are you, babe? You look amazing."

"We're good, thanks darling," she answered, for both of them.

Then, they left just as quickly as they came. Apparently, they just dropped off Harry's birthday present as Niall only just got back to London a few days ago. They both said they will be at the party tonight so we'd be seeing them later, and then it was just Harry and I again.

"So, you really have no clue, like none at all, about what's gonna happen tonight?" I asked as I walked after him.

"No, nothing at all, bebe," he sighed. His arms snuck around my waist and he pulled me on his lap as he sat on the bed. "I missed you," he murmured while his lips pressed soft kisses on my neck and he held me close to his chest.

"I missed you, too," I giggled while my arms wrapped around his neck. He fell back on the bed and pulled me along with him, his hand going under my shirt where he touched my skin. I kissed him softly, my hands on his chest to hold myself up a little.

"Actually," he mumbled. His eyes looked at my mouth and then up in my eyes. I waited for him to carry on, as my index finger ran along his bottom lip, then circled around on his cheek. "I just remembered that Aiden texted me, saying we are meeting up at some kinda bar before we'll go back to Liam's."

"Oh, alright. What time are we going to that bar?"

"Seven, I think."

"Straight to Liam's after?" I asked. He nodded in response then lifted his head and kissed me again. I wiggled myself up so that I sat on his lap, more comfortably than before. Quickly, I redid my hair so that I was out of my way whilst his hands were on my thighs, gripping it before I leaned back down to his lips and pecked them.

My kisses trailed down to his cheek which then lead to his jawline, later on neck. He smelled like he always did, fresh and sexy. His cologne did things to me in ways which I couldn't exactly explain, no matter how hard I tried. A giggle escaped my lips as his hands reached further down then cupped my ass with a firm grip, his smile widened and kissed me deeply. His tongue slipped in my mouth to find mine along with a little moan that I got out of him with the movement of my hips against his crotch.

Moaning while kissing is a fat ass yes from me.

It made the whole atmosphere change to completely new level, the need I felt for him suddenly hit me in one massive wave.

"No one's coming, right?" I asked him as I pulled away a little, my arms cross in front of my body and hands fisted with the cloth of my jumper.

"No. As far as I'm aware, we're alone," he smiled and I couldn't stop my wink from happening as my arms pulled my jumper up and over my head. "Holy shit," he mumbled which made me giggle then leaned back down to kiss him.

His wandering hands caused my skin to be covered in goose bumps and turn warm then burning hot from his touches. He sat up with me, still on his lap, as he took both his shirt and hoodie off, the beanie helplessly falling down on the bed as well. My arms locked around his neck while I kissed him again, going in for about the tenth time within those few minutes we spent in his bedroom.

My grin widened every time he let out a little whimper or moan while we kissed. He picked me up in his arms just to lay me down on the bed, then got above me and started to press soft kisses on my neck and chest. I enjoyed his gestures, his closeness and love, though it was his – late – birthday, so if anything, it should have been me pleasuring him and not the other way round.

"Carrie, what are you doing?" he giggled when I pulled him down on me then rolled us around. This way, I was back on top of him, my thighs on either side of him and hands on his chest. "Don't get me wrong, I adore the view–,"

"Well, then shush and enjoy it," I said with my nails barely touching his skin. This made him shudder, goose bumps all over him as his chest and stomach heaved up and down, quickly.

My kisses left a little noise behind every time my lips detached from his soft skin, first showering his chest then his toned, tanned stomach with love. He felt smooth against my mouth and sweet, his body was one to be adored and appreciated. Gently, I pulled down the band of his shorts and pressed a line of delicate kisses along his abdomen, going over the fern tattoos before my tongue poked out a little and I licked his skin.

"Carrie," he called my name, quietly, and it sounded more like a sigh, than him actually wanting to get my attention. If that wouldn't have been encouraging enough, he made sure as hell to let me know he enjoyed my touches as he let out a throaty moan as my hand touched him through his shorts and boxer brief. "God, you always do this."

"Is it God's doing, though?" I asked back, clearly amused at just how much control and power I had over him, although I barely done anything.

"No, you're the Devil himself," he told me with a frustrated voice, already. Hmm, how I missed playing with him.

"Move that ass up," I slapped the side of his thigh a little and he did right away. I tugged down his bottoms then kissed up his stomach, all the way up to his lips. My words didn't come out louder than they had to, just enough for him and me to hear. "Now, I'd love to tease the hell out of you, since, you know, I'm the Devil himself, but... I missed you too much to make you go through all the weird shit I think of when we're apart."

I swear his eyes dilated a little at my words, his Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed and then his lips parted, slightly. I loved when I took him off guard, left him completely speechless, therefore before he had found anything to say, I slid down to the end of the bed. My hands took a hold of his warm shaft, already semi-hard. My smile grew as I began to move my hands up and down on him for a little while before I gently grabbed one of his balls and massaged them with a soft touch. He moaned and sighed, his hands flat out on the bed as the pillow he laid on, swallowed his head, face up towards the ceiling.

With each moment passing by, my heart thumped in my chest harder. Excitement built up in me at the simple thought of getting Harry off, my lips around his erected penis and hands gripping him to intensify the feeling. I wasn't the biggest fan on blowjobs, though my boyfriend did like them so I thought it was alright to do it every once in a while. Seeing him crumble into pieces as he reaches his high, because of me, is everything. I have never had the power to make someone feel so good, although, judging from Harry's reactions, it had finally happened.

Between I love you's, moans and sighs, gentle touches and slightly rougher ones from his end, everything came down to one thing. His happiness. His pleasure. The pleasure, that I was able to give him, he rode it out with loud moans and a shaking body, covering his thighs, my hands and his sheets.

"I – I uh, came, embarrassingly quick, wow, I –," he laughed as he covered his face with his hands, stomach moving with his laughter. "Fuck, I missed you. And your hands. Not to mention that mouth of yours."

"Well, I missed you, too," I smiled as I wiped my hands in his grey boxers and did the same with his thighs. "And, happy late birthday, gorgeous," I kissed his cheek once I climbed up the bed, next to him. He grabbed my face and kissed me, his tongue dipping in my mouth right away.

Green eyes shone as he looked in my brown ones, his eyelashes long and eyebrows messy and thick. His cheeks were flushed red and it made him look healthy, a little scruff above his top lip which made him manly and attractive.

"Thank you, I love you," he grinned, hands on my neck while he gave me another love-full kiss on the mouth.

"I love you."

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i'm obsessed with the part where carrie arrives and idk why

thank u for all the love you've been showing towards this story it means a hella lot 💗💗

lotta love, b