Carrington Hill 

Undecided as to what to wear, and absolutely frustrated as well, I threw pieces of clothing on the floor in hopes of some of them matching. Or at least looking alright to wear out. Harry was taking a bath, a bubble bath to be exact, meanwhile I only took a shower. There was no way I could have just laid in there and relax, whilst having no idea what I will be wearing. Plus, taking baths wasn't on my 'things I like to do' list, anyway.

I had a black, midi dress on, tight, so it hugged every little curve of my body. It had a rectangle neck, and spaghetti thin straps. My hair was wrapped in a towel on my head, so I looked rather silly, and also, when I turned to the side, I didn't exactly like how I looked. It just wasn't working. Nothing was. At all.

"Harry," I huffed as I walked in the bathroom, the door to it wide open as my boyfriend was just... chilling. Hell, he even had a glass of champagne sitting on the side of the bathtub. He started pre-drinks rather early. "What do you think?"

"Oh, wow," he said, his eyes going wide and lips falling apart. "Jesus, turn around," he said, and I did, totally unamused. Obviously, he was enjoying the view and all, which was always a nice thing to know, however, it was stressing me out that I had nothing ready. "Fucking hell, you are wearing that tonight, yes?"

"No, I don't think so."

"What?!" he asked back, sounding offended to no ends. He sat up in the bath and held on to the side as he looked at me with raised eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean? You look fucking good."

"I don't like how I look in it. I don't know. I don't feel like it's the right time to wear it," I said, not really knowing myself. I turned around, and looked in the bathroom mirror, only seeing my top half.

"So, you bought this dress with you for what reason? Or why did you put it on in the first place?"

"I think I'm gonna wear a body suit," I mumbled, more so to myself than anyone else. "Yes, I think I bought my black one," my thoughts were skimming through all the pieces I had in my bag as I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Harry on his own.

I pulled up the dress a little before I squatted down and looked through the bag. Which, thankfully, did contain the black body suit I was thinking of. Quickly, I put underwear on then slipped into the clothing which clasped in between my legs. It was tight on me, and kept my boobs right in place even with the massive oval shaped hole in the middle. It was definitely different than the dress, and much more... hm, how could I describe it, nicely? Let's just say it undeniably attracted the human eye. However, I preferred that, with a pair of ripped and distressed, light blue coloured jeans.

Once everything was on me, well, two pieces of clothing altogether, I went back to the bathroom and twirled around. Harry whistled and clapped, so I bowed down with a few 'thank you's' and a big smile.

"You look sexy, wow," he said as he sipped on his champagne, the water making noises in the bathtub as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the side again. "Goddamn, are you coming dressed like that?"

"I think so," I nodded, my thumbs hooked in the little handles on my jeans where the belt goes. "I just feel better in this than the dress. You think it's alright?"

"Bebe, you look stunning," he said and I grinned. I started to really love the way he switched from babe to bebe, though anything he called me, left me swooning and drooling. "I actually don't know how I'm going to keep my hands or eyes off of you, to be honest."

"No one said you'll have to," I smiled at him, though I was only joking. I'd rather him not touch me inappropriately anywhere that's not within the safe walls of a bedroom or either of our homes. "But I just assumed that since we're going to a bar, and then Liam's having a party, you said? Well, you and Zayn, but he planned it."

"Something like that, yeah," he nodded. "Though, I'm surprised they didn't ask you to, like, distract me and stuff," he wondered, and I hummed. This made him look at me right away and he raised an eyebrow. "Or are you doing that right now with this–, whatever you are doing?"

"No," I laughed. "I, uh, actually haven't been asked about anything related to this party."

"Does that bother you?" he asked me, curiously. I shrugged. It didn't bother me, that much anyway. Plus, my relationship with his friends wasn't the closest, since I never really hung out with them.

"I mean, not really?" I decided to say, though it sounded more like a question. I huffed, and crossed my arms over my chest. "No, it doesn't because it saved me the stress of planning and so now I can just enjoy myself, with you and all those people I don't know. Yes, it does because I would've loved to help out a little. But, I won't even mention it or be moody about it cos it's happening and tonight's about you – and Zayn."

"Shit, I should've thought about you coming and being surrounded with all these new people," he said and looked a bit taken aback. "To be fair, I think it's only going to be close mates at the bar. So, like, Zayn, Liam, Aiden, Mia is coming as well, I'm not sure if you knew."

"Mia?" I asked back, clearly surprised. My best friend was coming and I had no idea? "You are kidding me, right?"

"Well, no," he laughed. "Also, I probably should have kept it quiet, because, I think, she wanted to surprise you. I know you guys haven't seen each other in a while, so does she, and well, I just blew it."

I sighed and shook my head a little smile. That little info just made me even more excited to get ready and leave the house already. I haven't hung out with my best friend since sometime last year, which is really sad, though also understandable. We both have our lives to get on with, her business life blooming with success and love life, especially as a wife, still new and somewhat exciting. I mean, I wouldn't know as I have never been in her shoes before, however judging from what she told me from time to time, I have a slight idea.

"Carrie, would you mind doing me a favour?" Harry asked, as he walked back in the bathroom, a towel still around his hips as he cleaned his ears with a cotton bud. "Since you're my girlfriend, and I love you, a lot," he rambled on, which I listened to with a silly smile on my face.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter top, near the sink, in front of the massive mirror he had on the wall, as I did my makeup. The room had a great lighting and I needed that. Also, after I dried my hair, I knew I had to get on with my makeup look as, again, I had no clue how I wanted it to look like.

"What is it that you want?" I asked, relatively late as I focused on my eyeshadow I was blending out. If there is anything I learnt from those YouTube gurus, is that you gotta blend... to filth. Gotta make that shit look seamless.

"Will you blow dry my hair?"

I laughed a little as I looked at him through the mirror. He tilted his head to the side, with a pout on his pink lips, forehead in slight creases and eyebrows pulled together.

"Can't you do that?"

"I could."

"Well, what's stopping you?"

"Nothing, I just–, you see, I thought that, maybe, you could do it for me?" I listened to him curiously since I knew he had a reason as to why he wanted me to help him. I just didn't know the reason behind it. "Look, I just want you to do it because I weirdly like it when you take care of me, alright?"

"Sure," I replied with what I probably should have said when he first asked me to do it. But I wanted to know why he asked me. And to be honest, I found his reasoning quite cute. "I'll do it. I'll just finish this eye quick and then help you."

He smiled and then let me do my thing. Once one of my eye was done, I called him in and he rolled in the room on his spinney chair. I laughed at him as I plugged the hairdryer back in the socket then grabbed my hairbrush and got to work. The loud noise of the hairdryer made it impossible for us to talk or do anything other than just be in silence, though I didn't really mind it. Harry kept his hands on my waist, sometimes on the sides of my thighs and he pressed a few kisses down my exposed stomach as well. That made me chuckle every time and he just grinned at me, his head cocked upwards and his green eyes staring at me.

After he was done, I got back to doing my makeup while he dressed up as well. During it all, I was interrupted once again, though not up until I was mentioned more specifically.

"Hey, Liam, what's up?" Harry said in the phone which was on loud speaker so I heard it, too. He guessed it would be about the party so to save the explaining, he'll just put it on loud.

"Hey, man. Is your girl around?" he asked and I grinned to myself as I applied my highlighter. The fact that he referred to me as 'his girl' made me feel all happy and giddy for some weird reason.

"Yeah, she is," he replied.

"Hi," I said as I used my finger to apply the makeup. "How are you?"

"Oh, hello," he chuckled, probably slightly surprised that he was on loud speaker. "I'm great, thank you. You? Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, I'm alright. And I know," I carried on the conversation. Then Harry took over.

"How come you called? We're leaving soon."

"Just, uh," he stuttered. I raised an eyebrow at Harry through the mirror to which he shrugged. "Carrington, can I please talk to you? Only you?"

I took a sip of Harry's drink before I gave it back to him and stood on my feet.

"Sure thing," I said and took the phone off Harry.

"Make sure he doesn't, you know, eavesdrop or anything," he laughed.

"Okay. Well, Harry, you shall stay in your room while I chat to Liam downstairs."

"Babe," he pouted at me. "Mate, why can't I know?" he asked Liam this time.

"Because–," he started. "It's confidential. You must not find out before you have to."

"So, it's to do with the party?"

"You'll see, or not. Depends on what Carrington says."

That made me curious, more than I wanted to admit it. Therefore, I literally ran down the stairs and made sure to shout at Harry to stay wherever he was. Liam laughed at that and once I told him it was clear, he started to speak.

"Okay, so. First of all, Aiden and I are very sorry that we didn't include you in the planning of the party. We did think of asking you to help, then again we knew how stressed you were and all, plus we just told ourselves it was fine because it wasn't just Harry's party–,"

"Liam, it's fine," I chuckled. "If anything, I'm kind of glad I never had to plan anything."

"Right, okay."

"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"No, it was just one thing to get out of the way," he said. "So, uh, we hired two lap dancers for each of the boys. But, both of them pulled out last minute – this morning, to be specific."

"That's a shame," I commented, clearly amused at the fact that Harry could've had a lap dance tonight but he won't be anymore. I would have loved to see his face.

"Wait, so, you would've been okay with him getting a lap dance?"

"Why wouldn't I have been?" I asked back. "Watching him sweat through it, simply because he doesn't know what I think of him getting a lap dance, in front of me would have made my life, probably. You know how worried he can get sometimes, imagine what he'd be like with another girl on his lap as I watch them."

"So, you wouldn't mind filling in then?" he spoke fast – way too fast for me to understand right away. It was also nothing to do with what I said, so that just confused me a bit more.

"Would I mind doing what?" I blinked fast a few times as I let out a shocked chuckle, my hand against the kitchen counter.

"Would you mind giving your boyfriend a lap dance?"

I laughed at that. Out, loudly. And when all I got was complete and utter silence as answer, I knew he was being serious.

"In front of what, a hundred people?"

"Well," he sighed and I heard fumbling noises. "Not a hundred. A little less. I'd like to keep my place as clean as possible."

"So, I'd give a lap dance to my boyfriend, in front of around hundred people in your home?"

"Err, you pretty much summed it up, yeah."

Uneasiness settled within me right away as my palm rested against the cool top of the kitchen island. The thought of giving Harry a lap dance was exciting, obviously, although in the back of my mind the alarms went off. The party will be filled with friends of Harry and Zayn's, people who may not be entirely truthful to them as friends, which, I can't really judge because it's none of my business, however it is more than likely the lap dance would be recorded, right? If not for themselves, then for Harry, or as a memory or something – I don't know. But that video could potentially leak and I would rather people not see me writhing on my boyfriend's lap.

"Look, I don't think that's a good idea," I answered, relatively late to his question as the thoughts in my head made me zone out a little. I heard Liam sigh on the other end of the phone, disappointed with the answer I gave. "Don't get me wrong, I would but, not with people watching us, me, on his lap and –,"

"No," he interrupted me, another sigh leaving his lips. "No, it doesn't matter. I understand. You're not comfortable with doing it so that's fine. I can't, no one can force you."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"It's fine, honestly," he said. "Zayn's girl said no to it when I asked, so, I kind of already knew that you wouldn't want to do it either."

"Oh."

"Yeah, she said the same as you. People watching and stuff."

We said bye to each other soon after that – well, as soon as I made sure that Liam knew he didn't put any pressure on me. I gave the phone back to Harry, who was ready to leave and I after I got everything, including myself, ready, it was time to roll.

The ride to the bar wasn't too long and with a tipsy Harry next to me, it seemed even quicker. He kept telling me jokes, giving me kisses and gripping my thighs or drawing little circles on my knees where my jeans didn't cover my skin.

When we arrived at the bar, we saw Liam, Zayn, Niall and another person standing with them, who later on turned out to be Louis. They all looked really good, and with Harry next to them, I felt like I should have just dropped dead. I mean, they were all gorgeous men, I'm not going to pretend they weren't attractive, and anyone who walked past us most likely felt the same. Especially with Liam, Louis and Zayn smoking, it was almost inevitable that at least one person didn't find them hot.

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