Carrington Hill

On the same day I got back to Manchester I had a dance class to teach then I had my own lesson as well. Then, the rest of the week was just like that. I woke up at a reasonable time, lounged around and when it was time to leave for dance I did and didn't come back until like seven, sometimes even eight or nine.

That weekend, however, was a wedding weekend again. I was invited to one in Spain by one of the girls who I had dance classes with sometimes. Of course I said yes regarding my attendance but this was weeks ago. I would have loved to take Harry with me as I had a chance to take a plus one but considering that I didn't know Harry then that was not an option. I would have asked Mia to come but her and Aiden had things to do regarding their new home and everything so I was going to go on my own. Kath, the girl who was getting married, was lovely and we always got along plus people from the dance studio were going as well therefore I'll have others to hang around with.

My flight was at nine pm today and then I'll be staying in Spain for Saturday and Sunday, coming home on Monday around five pm. Well, that is if my flight won't get delayed or cancelled overall.

When I have arrived to the hotel, I was assisted to my room which was lovely. It wasn't as big as the one I had in Hawaii but it was really nice. I had my own bathroom and a massive bed with a nice view so I was content. Once I took a nice and relaxing shower I ordered room service and with my laptop on the bed beside me I watched a film while I had my late dinner.

There was not much for me to do after that so I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed because I knew that tomorrow was going to be hectic and I needed as much beauty sleep as it was possible.

And so I got that when my alarm went off the next day at seven am. Breakfast was at eight so I thought waking up an hour early will give me enough time to get ready and everything.

After I got ready, I put a few things in my small bag that I bought with me and made my way downstairs. Yesterday we had all been informed that we're getting breakfast and dinner but lunch is on us which I thought was not bad at all. I sort of expected that – but what I was not expecting was Harry Styles to be at one of the tables.

He didn't notice me when I walked to the little breakfast place and I just sat down to one of the empty tables in hopes of that filling up soon. I was in a deep conversation with Mia about the hotel room they got with her husband and she was absolutely jealous when she saw mine. Since my attention was taken by my best friend I genuinely did not notice when I gained a table mate who so happened to be Harry.

When I looked up at him, he had the biggest grin on his lips and his eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses. He had a yellow shirt on with a white tee under it and an iced coffee on the table in front of him as his hands held it.

"Oh hello," I smiled at him widely as I locked my phone and gave him all my attention. God, he looked so damn good! "What are you doing here?"

"Hello, pretty girl," he said. "I'm attending a wedding. How about yourself?"

"Same," I replied and he hummed then lifted his coffee and took a sip of it through the black straw. "I had no idea you were coming."

"We haven't talked in a while which makes me sad but then again I've been so fucking busy I didn't even have time to properly pack anything, or be able to take a breath normally."

"I know but hey, I get it," I shrugged. "You're this big model boy who everyone wants to work with. I'm glad you get to do what you want and love."

"You are so understanding it's unreal," he chuckled. "Others would be going out of their mind if they had to work along with my schedule."

"I'm used to others being busy and I know what it is like. I don't like being pressured or constantly bugged by people around me, it gets annoying and makes me rush whatever I'm doing."

"That's true, I'm like that," Harry agreed. "But anyway. We're both here which is a surprise. A good one. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," I pouted. "Why am I sitting here?" I mumbled as I got up and put my bag on the table. I quickly made my way to Harry's side who moved back a little and opened his arms up for me to cuddle into. "Much better," I said as I hugged him tightly.

Harry pressed a kiss in my hair as his arms rubbed up and down my back. His oh so familiar scent lingered around me and I didn't want to pull away. I found it crazy how we both ended up in Spain. For a wedding. Again.

We talked for a while, both of us complimenting the other here and there. Harry even ended up taking pictures of me which then he had to send to me because I did not stop nagging him about it till that happened. After breakfast that picture made it onto Instagram though I didn't tag him or put the location in. I liked having a sense of privacy plus with the exposure I sort of got through Harry I had to be careful with what I posted, where, when and how.

"You don't even follow me on social media," Harry pouted as he sat next to me on his phone like I did. His name popped up in my notifications and I smiled. "I follow you on Instagram and you don't follow me."

"Sorry, bub," I laughed as I put my arm around his back and I stroked his side with my nails. Since I had acrylics on it was easier and he seemed to like it. "Do you want me to follow back?" I asked him with my chin on his shoulder and he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"Yes," he said which made me smile and I rolled my eyes a little. "Although that might get people's attention."

"Oh well it's fine," I shrugged as I went on his account and hit the follow button. And then after that all I saw were notifications off Harry as they piled up in the like section. "What are you doing?" I asked him laughing.

"Liking your pictures," he said with a little smile on his lips, his thumb constantly double tapping on the screen. "I have to support my girl, don't I?"

"You're adorable."

"You mean I'm handsome?"

"That too," I grinned. "What do you want to do while we don't have to get ready?"

"I think you should be going to your room to get ready," he chuckled as he looked at me. "I know you can take ages."

"Don't worry I'll be fine," I said. "I just want to hang out with you because I missed you lots and lots and the fact that you're here and I'm too is so surreal and funny."

"Why do you think that?" he asked me.

"Well, it's funny because we met at a wedding and now we're at a wedding again."

"Soon it'll be our wedding," he winked at me and leaned closer so our lips touched. I kissed him back slowly and a quiet smacking noise was heard when we pulled away. "But yeah it's sort of amusing how we always end up meeting at weddings."

"It's almost like we're wedding buddies or something," I laughed and he joined.

"It is, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

We talked some more sitting at the table after breakfast then somehow we ended up going into town. I have never been to that part of Spain before and neither did Harry so we were sort of lost but we managed to get around. I had my backpack on my back and my hand was in Harry's, our fingers intertwined, as sunglasses hid our eyes from the strong sun.

"Why did I decide to wear jeans in this heat?" he asked me as we walked around. I understood his pain, I was in the same position as him. "Black ones as well, I'm so thick."

"You're thick," I said grinning as I took what he said in a different sense than he did. "I love your thighs," I heard him snort at my comment and the palm of his hand came in contact with my backside. I told him before not to slap my ass or squeeze it in public but obviously, he never listened to me. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

"When your ass is as beautiful as it is I'm sorry but no, I cannot do that," he said with a smirk on his lips. "Come on I'll buy you ice cream."

"Alright, let's go," I said happily and Harry chuckled. His lips pressed against my temple as he discreetly squeezed my bum and slipped his hand into mine.

We quite literally spent the whole of the morning in the town centre and around 1pm we decided to head back. We ordered a pizza which we ate on the way back to the hotel although it was impossible to stay unnoticed.

A few girls and boys approached us and asked Harry for a photo which he of course said yes to after he asked me if I was alright with it. Once he was done with the pictures and videos, he told me that he asked them not to post those until next week for privacy reasons. I didn't really know if that would actually happen but I just nodded and trusted Harry and his fans. They seemed respectful and kind so I thought they'd listen to their favourite.

We finished our pizza by the time we got back to the hotel so we got rid of the box and headed towards the lift. Harry's room was one level above mine but he said he'll come to mine for now because he can get ready within ten minutes.

"What are you wearing?" he asked me when we got in. He sat on my bed while I went to my suitcase, picked it up from the floor and plopped it on the bed next to Harry.

"A dress," I said while I took my makeup bag out then my heels that I'll be wearing. "What about you?"

"A suit," he replied just as sarcastically like I did. That made me scoff and I kicked off my shoes.

I decided to start with my hair because the dress I had picked was one that you had to step into so it won't ruin my hair. I simply slacked it back with hair wax then put it in a high ponytail after I put my extensions in. The ones that Molly put in for my date with Harry.

The thought of our second date made my smile. It was so perfect. Harry was perfect, the place was perfect, the time we spent together was perfect.

"What got you so smiley?" Harry asked me and he laughed. A sigh left my lips before I tilted my head to the side a little and turned around.

"Just thought of things," I shrugged with my hair in my hand as I ran the brush through it. Harry arched one of his eyebrows and a cheeky grin appeared on his lips. "What?"

"So you thought of, things," he said with a funny tone. "What kind of things? Do they have any relations to me maybe?"

"They might," I hummed.

"Hmm, interesting."

His smirk and knowing look made me think a little like what could have made him give me that expression. And then I clocked on. He probably thought of the time he fingered me in his living room and he assumed memories of that plopped into my mind. And although that was a good time we spent together, in that moment it didn't even cross my mind.

"I thought of our date though," I told him as I pulled my hair out at the end and out of the brush. With it in my hand I walked in the bathroom and dropped it in the toilet which then I flushed and went back to Harry.

"You got my hopes up a little," he sighed dramatically as he patted the side of my leg when I walked to the bed. Before I had the chance to get away from him, he pulled me down on his lap and pressed loving kisses on my cheek. "I. Missed. You. So. Much."

Between each word he kissed me and held me tighter, my giggling filled the room and he ended up laughing as well. Harry laid on his back as I was on top of him with my back against his chest then I rolled down next to him and turned on my side.

As my gaze secured on his features I soon had to realise that I got lost in Harry's beauty for the millionth time. I had no idea what it was that made me so hypnotised by him, maybe it was everything all at once. To be completely honest, it was rather hard to say one thing which attracted me the most to him – only speaking of features.

I mean his skin was as clear as the blue sky outside. Although his eyebrows were bushy and grown out, it looked good on him, it made him look like, well, him. His eyelashes were long and thick as it surrounded his green eyes with little spots of brown here and there which were not visible at all times. The only reason why I knew that was because I absolutely adored looking into his eyes and just admiring them even though I couldn't stand eye contact. I was awkward and I felt it come out even more if I had to look right at someone.

With Harry it was different though.

Everything seemed different when it came to him. The way his cheekbones were so prominent and sharp, the way his jawline was so structured and manly, the way his nose was shaped and looked a bit like a penis made him different. I liked that. He was different in a good way, even when I first saw him through his Instagram I knew he was sculpted by the gods above who had worked their magic on him carefully.

He made things make sense but also confused the hell out of me.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked me which shook me out of my own little world. My eyebrows furrowed at the sound of his question and he smiled before he spoke again. "You said I confuse you."

"Oh," I mumbled. So maybe I said that out loud even though I didn't mean to. "I, umm, well, I can't really explain that," I told him and he waited for me to gather my thoughts. I liked that he didn't hurry me and force things out of me but let me do it at my own pace. "It's sort of weird and unexplainable. You don't confuse me but you do. I can't express myself," I chuckled and gave up on even trying to get my point across.

Which I didn't even have. So I had no idea what I was trying to tell him.

"Alright, well, when you know how to get your words together so that they make sense to me too, let me know," he smiled gently at me, his voice slow and quiet. "I think I'll go back to my room and get ready. Shall I come get you when I'm done?"

"Well, will you be my plus one?" I asked him as we both sat up on my bed. His left hand rested on my thigh and squeezed it a little.

"I would love to be," he grinned and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. He pulled away way before I wanted to, my lips stayed puckered and I only moments later opened up my eyes. He was smiling at me with that cheeky look in his eyes. "Right then. Get your pretty arse ready and wow me like you always do, yeah?"

"Why don't I wow you now?" I asked him jokingly and he hummed, his lips puckered as he focused his gaze on the wall.

"You do," he said finally. "You always do, you know that. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever had the privilege to know."

"Too much."

"What?"

"That was too cheesy and cringy," I said. "I appreciate your sweet comments but that last sentence was sickening."

"Oh, shut up, you love it," he rolled his eyes, his hand slapped my backside again then gripped it and he winked at me. "See you in a bit."

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back to harrington which I suppose could have been a surprise since they had to leave each other in the chapter before lmao

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