Carrington Hill

Harry had taken me to a restaurant a bit away from the place we were staying at but still beautiful as ever. The table we got was close to the side where you could see the sea and the sunset as it hid behind the stunning mountains. Each table was on its own; a few feet between each guest gave enough privacy for everyone to be able to enjoy a nice dinner with their families and loved ones.

Harry and I decided to sit on the couch which was on one side of the table while two chairs were on the other. I thought it was really cute how it was positioned because it allowed the guests to enjoy the sunset while eating comfortably. The service was good as well in my opinion as once we knew what we wanted, the waitress came over to ask us about it then in about five to ten minutes we had our food on the table.

We have probably covered every single subject there was to get to know the other person better but even when it felt like there was nothing to talk about, something came up out of nowhere. Our current topic was tattoos since both of us were into them.

"I got my first tattoo when I turned eighteen as a birthday present," he told me between bites. Harry tried to keep the conversation going because I was just stuffing my face like I hadn't eaten all day.

Truth to be told, I had food all day and I was starting to feel fat with not doing dance for a few days now. But oh well, I'll work it off when I get back home. I'm on holiday; I can afford to eat whatever my heart desires.

"I was eighteen too, was about to turn nineteen in that November," I said once I swallowed the food I was chewing then took a sip of my drink. "What did you get?" I asked him as I turned towards him a bit, my leg was pulled up and went under my other one which was just hanging down from the seat.

This date was really chill, causal and laid back. I loved it because I felt like we were just hanging out like we did every day and it wasn't too serious, forced or awkward.

"It was an outline of a star on the inside of my bicep," he told me. "Later on I got it filled in because I thought why not."

"Does it not stop you when you have photoshoots to do and stuff? When you walk during a fashion show or something?"

"I usually get it covered up with this tattoo foundation by the makeup artist on set so it's never really a problem," I nodded once he gave me an answer and I couldn't believe I hadn't clocked on. It was obvious that those things exist; I had to cover my tattoos before as well. "What was your first tattoo?"

"It was this one," I said as I ran my finger over the black ink that said 'self love' on my wrist in a fancy writing. "I got it because it just represents what I'm about and it means so much to me as well. I was lacking self love during my teenage years and even before, never thinking I was good enough and all that stuff that goes through everyone's minds. I think it's important to encourage women and men to love themselves no matter what shape, colour or size they are. All of that makes them who they are and that's worth so much. Like I said before I struggled with loving myself but now I've learnt it, to be honest, still on the journey of learning to really love who I am. This tattoo is here to remind me I'm worth it and I'm beautiful the way I am and I'm the best being me," my voice got quieter and quieter as I went on a rant about my tattoo, last night's events when I almost broke down in front of Harry asking him if he really wanted to be with me made me shake my head in my mind.

I was putting myself down when I worked so hard on getting myself where I was before I got to know him. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't putting blame on him, I just found myself being the way I was before and I didn't like that.

In that moment when I explained to Harry what my tattoo means to me, the whole situation had been put into a new perspective.

"You good?" he asked me when I didn't look up at him but kept staring at my leg where my stretch marks were slightly visible considering they peaked out of my shorts. I took a deep breath as I lifted my head up, my vision was a tiny bit blurry and soon enough I found myself between my date's arms. "It's all good, Carrington," he cooed with a soft voice, his hand running up and down my uncovered arm as he caressed my skin.

I wasn't crying I was just relieved and I needed a hug. When I pulled away from Harry, there was a smile on my face, happiness was radiating from me – at least that's how I felt. I could only hope that it came across that way too.

"I'm fine, everything's okay, I just think my tattoo's meaning hit me again," I explained myself to him because I felt like I needed to share my thoughts with him. "Last night when I said all those things, asking you if you liked me and everything, I just felt really low; the alcohol got the best of me. I don't usually put myself down because I stopped doing that. It's not healthy."

"I agree. I'm glad you realised your worth, it's refreshing to see someone like you who knows what they want and what they deserve. I love your tattoo and the meaning behind it."

"Thank you. And, yeah, I try to not let negativity get to me, same with the hateful comments and stuff. I tend to overthink everything as well which isn't the best."

"So then what other tattoos do you have?" he asked me to try and change the subject which I was thankful for. I didn't want to get any deeper about that one tattoo, I already felt like he knew a bit too much for someone who I only knew for a few days.

"I have one down my spine which is actually a cover up for one that I got before. But it wasn't how I wanted it and it wasn't the prettiest. So I got it covered up by a chain of flowers, they are actually my mum's favourite flowers," I told him smiling. "I have a sentence going down on my right side as well which is dedicated to my grandmother who sadly passed away. Then I have my parents' date of birth on each arm as well in roman numerals."

"Is that all?" he looked at me with one of his eyebrows arched.

"I have one under my left boob that says "I choose happiness" which is one of my favourites look and meaning wise as well as my back one. I actually got that, my parents' birthday and the rose behind my ear on the same day."

"I feel like you are the female version of me," he chuckled after I told him about all my tattoos that I had. "Are you planning on getting more?"

"I do. I have an appointment with the guy who did all of my tats when we get back."

"Oh, I remember this one time I got a tattoo while I was on holiday and it got infected because I took the cover off of it, went in the water and I also got sand on it. When I went back to the tattoo artist a day later, she was not impressed."

"You idiot," I laughed as I sat with my legs crossed and turned fully towards Harry with my body. "Why did you leave it until the day after?"

"Couldn't be arsed, I guess," he shrugged. "What are you planning on getting, by the way?" he put his left arm on the back of the couch seat with his elbow sticking out and linked his fingers together so they were resting in front of his chest in the air.

"I want a scorpion behind my other ear because that's my horoscope," he started nodding with his eyes shut and lips pouted which made me chuckle.

Seconds later he joined, a grin so big homed on his lovely features it was about to snatch his face in half. His dimples showed up on each side of his cheeks, looking deep as ever as his teeth showed and eyes sparkled like the water when the sun hit its surface. My nose was filled with the mix of his perfume and the food we had, a smile was playing on my lips as I closed my eyes for a bit and enjoyed where I was.

A sigh left my lips when none of us said anything for a minute or two, my eyes stared into his. I was extremely jealous of the colour of his eyes because it was a lovely green with a tiniest bit of brown meanwhile mine was just plain brown. My focus was on his cheeks within seconds as I noticed that he got sun burnt a little bit on the top of his cheeks and on the tip of his nose. It was so cute, my smile was stretching on my face and I probably looked like a right creep. I even saw his well-maintained eyebrows pull up and that was what pushed me back into the real world.

"Would you like some desert or are you done?" he asked me gently, our position hadn't changed since the tattoo talk.

"I want something, but," I started as I took the menu off the table that they didn't take back because we asked the waitress to leave with us. "I want cookie dough, really badly, but I don't know if I'll eat it all."

"We're getting cookie dough then," he stated and looked to the left as he put his hand up. "Excuse me!" he shouted which caught the waiter's attention. "Can we get one of those cookie dough plates with vanilla ice cream please?"

"Of course, sir," the waiter nodded with a smile on his face as he jotted down what we wanted as well as the number which was on the back of the couch.

Not long after, I got my desert and although when I first asked Harry if he wanted some he said no. While I was eating, I felt him looking at me as he propped his right elbow on the table and leaned his head on his fist. He had a constant smile on and I felt my cheeks heat up whenever I looked at him and he winked right at me. But, still, that wasn't enough distraction for me to miss the fact that he was basically drooling over the desert.

I was not one to share my food but I started filling up and he looked at the plate like he could murder for it. So I decided to spoon feed him like they do it with babies, pretending that the spoon was a plane and the runway slash airport was his mouth.

"I'm not supposed to eat anymore unhealthy stuff," he mumbled as he chewed on the cookie dough.

"Please, do not speak with your mouth open when you are eating," I told him because I hated when people did that. Not to mention when they chew loudly. God, there are just some things in life that drive me mad.

Harry stuck his tongue out when the next bite was on the spoon and it was close to his mouth then closed his lips as he pulled the sweetness off of it. Honestly, it made me laugh so much and I found it absolutely adorable as well but didn't say anything about it.

"I'm stuffed, I cannot eat anymore," he said as he laid his back against the backrest; put his hands on his stomach and his legs stretched out under the table. His head leaned back on the backrest as well and he closed his eyes while a big sigh escaped his lips then made a propeller sound. I pushed the spoon against his lips and he just pouted and looked at me with pleading eyes. "I'm going to throw up, behave, pretty girl."

At the end, he ended up eating it anyway. I made him and nothing happened, he was fine. Although I must say, we stayed seated for another half an hour and it was getting darker as the time flew by.

"Alright, let's go to the beach," I said with a huge smile on my face, my right hand smacking against one of his thighs and that got him by surprise.

"Why are you abusing me, woman? First you constantly tell me I'm annoying, an idiot and a twat and now you hit me as well?"

"Gotta keep you men in line these days," I sighed dramatically then pushed my hair behind my shoulder at the same time. "Some of you have the tendency to think you lot invented everything good, but what you don't realise is that you'd be nothing without women. After all, they are the ones giving you and your children birth."

"Damn, you're hot," he muttered with a smirk on his pink and kissable lips and his eyes looked right into mine. "Alright, let's go to the beach," he gave in as he stood up. "I have to go and pay quickly as well."

"Oh, shit, yeah," I remembered. We don't have to pay for food if we eat in the restaurant that's close to our rooms because that's all been paid for us since it came in the price of the room. "Wait, let me pay half."

"Carrington, no, let me pay," he said as he wrapped his fingers around my wrists. "I asked you on a date plus I'm the man so I should be paying."

"And I appreciate all of that but I will not let you pay for everything," I argued back. "I'm a fat ass; I ordered the biggest and most expensive dish from the menu I think, so I'm not letting you pay for everything."

"When you take me on a date, you can pay half and I'll pay the other half, how's that sound?" he compromised with me but I wasn't going to give in.

"Will there be a chance for me to do that? Probably not, or at least I don't know. The future is unpredictable therefore I live day by day as if it was my last one. Now, we either pay half and half or I'll push you in the water."

He looked at me with a clenched jaw, his eyes boring into mine as his hands slipped away from mine. Oh god, was I really hurting his manliness by wanting to pay? I was actually just about to give into him, when he let out a big sigh, looked up to the sky then back down to me.

"You are incredibly lucky I like you this much," he murmured as he began to walk away and I just giggled as I followed him. As we were going up the stairs, I took a hold of his left hand and intertwined our fingers, not even noticing it at first and linked my left arm around his bicep too.

"How much do you like me?" I asked him as my happiness was touching the rooftops, my eyes looked up to him and I just stared at his handsome features.

His jaw was so sharp I'm sure it could've cut something in half, his eyelashes long and lips plump. I suddenly had the urge to kiss him and it was so random I got lost in my little imaginary world. This almost ended in me saying hello to the ground with my face downwards and that made my heart almost jump out of my chest.

"You can't even imagine," he said but never looked down at me. He didn't have to though; I saw his smile as it appeared on his face. "I'm letting you pay half that should explain how much manliness I'm giving up for you."

"You are still manly, look at that bicep," I said as my hand gripped the mentioned body part once I pushed the sleeve of his shirt up a bit. He looked at me from the corner of his eye as we waited in line and before I forgot, I took my purse out of my bag.

When the lady at the cash machine said how much it would be, Harry took more out than I did and that made me arch my eyebrow. That's not half and half, what is he doing? He basically paid for both of our meals. I wasn't going to let that go, though, because we had an agreement.

"Why did you go against me?" I asked him seriously once we finished paying. I let go of his hand as well because I didn't want to be close to him while I told him off. "We said half and half, not that you'll pay the full bill."

"Carrington, just be grateful I did it," he said a little cockily, the tone of his voice was not something that I was fond of. "Just say thank you and get over yourself."

"You are a twat, the biggest one I have ever met," I told him seriously, not regretting the words. I hated when people said one thing then did something else. How was I meant to trust him?

And yeah, I might be making a big deal out of this, but what if this kind of behaviour is the same when it comes to his feelings? What if he just said that he actually wanted to be with me but he just wants someone to play with while he's here?

Don't get me wrong, I know he wouldn't because that's now how he seems to be acting but then again, what if he's just too good at manipulating people?

Not to mention the words he used and the tone of his voice. There was no need for this when our date was going so well.

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Oh gosh seems like the perfect date went to shit smh Harry

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