Carrington Hill

I felt nervous but excited at the same time as I thought of the red carpet. The red carpet for Dunkirk which was written and produced by Christopher Nolan, then acted out by many talented people was happening today. This also meant that Harry and I's relationship will be public – sort of.

Yes, we will be attending the red carpet together which will be unexpected. But no, the interviewers will not know about it and so when they have to interview Harry they'll have questions ready – none about us, about our relationship. Harry's manager was kind enough to let me in on some stuff regarding the event but her attitude sort of put me off of listening to her. I had my boyfriend repeat all the things she had thrown at me and him after we were done in her office.

However, I put that all to the side.

The premiere finally came and I hadn't seen Harry in exactly two weeks because he was busy doing promo in America and then in London too. My mum was driving me up to London because she had a meeting there plus I had a massive bag with me as I was staying over at Harry's.

The code to the penthouse building was the trickiest thing ever and I had no idea how Harry or anyone else who lived there knew it by heart. I had it in my notes so that I wouldn't have to bother Harry with asking him about it. When I left I texted him that I was on the way and he replied with saying he was just about to go back to bed because he was knackered and needed as much rest as he could get.

Once I got upstairs I knocked on the door and was greeted by Rose. She pulled me in a bone-crushing hug which genuinely made my heart warm up then soon enough I heard barking.

"Since when does Harry have a dog?" I asked Harry's maid. And then not just one but two dogs ran to the front door where we still stood. "Oh my gosh, they are so adorable, what the hell?"

"That's Ruby," she pointed at the chocolate coloured Labrador first. "And this is Ricky," she laughed as she petted the white Spitz. "Ruby is our dog and Ricky is one of the girls' downstairs."

"I didn't know Harry looked after dogs?" I said which sounded like a question, my attention already focused on the brown dog. She seemed to be quite fond of me, constantly under my feet and her head pressed against my calves.

"My daughter is here with me today, we're going to the vets for a check-up and Mr Styles let me bring Ruby to save us a trip back home. Ricky is here because the girl who lives in the building is having something delivered and she didn't want anything happening to the dog so for safety reasons, she asked Mr Styles if he could look after it for a little," she informed me. I nodded to show I understood her.

"Mum, I think we should get going," a new voice filled the room then soon enough a body appeared to it. The girl had blonde hair and when she looked at me, it was right into my eyes. Her blue ones pierced right into my brown ones, her lips stretched out into a sweet smile. "Hi, I'm Ellie."

"Hello, I'm Carrington," I smiled back at her as we shook hands.

"You look lovely," she told me.

"Thank you, love, you do as well," I replied. "I love your hoodie," she had a red one on and considering I've been obsessed with that colour there was no lying behind what I said.

"Aw, thank you, I do too!" she chuckled. "Been obsessed with red lately so I had to get it when I saw it."

"No way! I love red lately too!" I laughed and she did too. She seemed so sweet and looked and acted so much like Rose. "I'm Harry's maid's daughter, by the way."

"I figured," I nodded.

"Anyways, so, um, mum are you ready to leave?" she asked Rose. Her mother nodded and she put a new bottle of water in the fridge.

"Mr Styles is still asleep but I assume you know your way around here so feel free to do whatever you'd like to. Also if you could kindly let him know that we have left and the owner of Ricky, the girl from downstairs called Lara, will be up in about two hours to get the dog."

"Alright, okay, that's fine," I smiled at them. "Well, have fun at the vets then and see you soon."

"Thank you, love. Have fun at the premiere as well and don't let the media and fans bother you too much," she chuckled as she engulfed me in a tight hug.

Once they left, I was left alone with Ricky. The dog was so white that it made the tiled floor seem slightly dirty. The dog laid down in the bed which was his I assumed then went up the stairs as I whistled quietly. When I got to the door of Harry's bedroom I knocked on it a few times, softly, then pushed the handle down and opened it up.

It was dark when I stepped in and it didn't surprise me. He only slept with the curtains in, I noticed that when we were in Hawaii and Spain, too. Even when I slept over for the first time properly. Then my eyes fell on my boyfriend, covered under the covers and all I saw was his dark brown hair. It seemed like his curls made a proper appearance from where I stood.

I closed the door as quietly as I could then tiptoed over to his bed. It didn't make a sound as I got on it then laid on his back. My chin rested on his cool, naked shoulder and that's when the chilliness that was in the room hit me. Another thing – he loved sleeping with the AC on, covered up to his chin with the duvet.

"Wake up, gorgeous," I mumbled in his ear. The fact that he was still asleep at half past nine in the morning was surprising to me because he always got up at half past eight at the latest.

"Mmm," I heard him grumble but didn't do much. I kissed his shoulder, then up his neck and giggled when he stirred under the sheets and my body. "Carrie?"

"That's me," I said. My kisses didn't stop, instead I attacked his slightly scruffy cheeks. "Why are you still in bed, bub?"

"Got back late last night, too tired to do stuff," he mumbled. His voice was so deep, croaky and tired sounding that I felt sorry for him. I quickly moved off of him, then under his blanket. "What you doing?" he asked as he lifted his head up, his eyes squinted and forehead in creases.

"Come cuddle me," I smiled at him as I scooted closer. He sighed then moved more up, put his head on my chest as he stayed on his tummy and put one of his arms over mine. "I missed you," I whispered through a kiss to his soft hair.

"I missed you, too," he said back and felt his lips kiss my chest. He looked up at me as my fingers pushed through his curls, I smiled and he grinned back at me. "Carrington?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

I stopped breathing. My smile faded a little then I licked my lips.

"You do?" I asked back with a shaky voice. My eyes widened a little and my heart rate picked up which he probably noticed, too, considering the position he was in.

"I do," he confirmed. "I have for a while now. Just wanted to tell you face to face."

"I'm speechless."

"You don't have to say it back, just know I love you. Very much so."

I smiled at him, my eyes even watered a little bit at his second confession. He loved me? Holy hell, he loved me!

A giggle left my lips as both of my hands tugged on his hair and he rolled onto his back so I straddled his lap. I leaned down and kissed his mouth, my smile never disappeared from my face.

He bloody loved me!

"Carrie, what-," he mumbled in my mouth but I interrupted him with another kiss. He laughed and kissed me back.

"You really love me?" I asked, breathless. My hands rested on his chest, my legs bent at my knees on either side of his body.

"I really love you," he said as his hands rested on my thighs then put one of his hands on my cheek. "I also really enjoy you sitting on my lap while I'm not wearing anything under this blanket."

"Are you taking the piss?" I asked as I suddenly turned serious.

"Nope, but now that you've said it, I need the toilet," he wondered and I just slapped his chest as I rolled off. Harry laughed, pushed himself up and kissed me before he got out of bed.

"Do you really sleep with nothing on?"

"I'm home alone, I can do whatever I please," he shrugged his shoulders and disappeared into the bathroom.

I laid flat out on his bed, I screwed my eyes shut as I bit into my lower lip. Then I moved my legs and hands and basically whole body around as I wiggled and screamed as discreetly as I could. The fact that he loved me made me so happy! Like, truly happy.

He loved me!

But I didn't say it back – yet.

I wanted to slap myself for that. But then didn't want to hurt myself.

Soon enough I heard him enter the bedroom again, this time with briefs on. I shot up and jumped right on him, thankfully he held me up.

"What's up with you?" he laughed. "First you surprise me here, then kiss me, wiggle around in my bed and now jump on me?"

"I'm oka-, wiggle around on your bed? What?" I asked confusedly.

"Don't even try covering it up," he laughed. "Anyway, what's gotten you so hype?"

"You," I blushed. "I love you."

"You do?" he repeated me from before, a wide grin stretched across his lips and his eyes sparkled.

"I do, I really do," I laughed and he pushed me against the wall next to the bathroom door, his crotch pushed against mine to hold me up as his hands cupped my neck. His lips attached to mine hungrily and he chuckled into my mouth as he pulled away for a little bit then kissed me again.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," he confessed in between sweet kisses which made my heart flutter and my stomach feel funny – I suppose they were the butterflies or whatever.

Harry's lips trailed down to my neck, my head tilted to the side so he had the chance to get close to me. He made me sigh and moan at the same time as one of his hands travelled down my chest and he palmed one of my breasts. I smiled, more so grinned at his gentle yet firm touch, my nipples grew hard instantly and my hips bucked forwards so it grinded against his.

"Carrington," he breathed into my neck as his hand which was covering my breast before now held onto my waist where I had a bit of extra chub. "If we-, if you wanna carry on with this, I-, you need to tell me. If you don't, then too," he stuttered on his words, his breathing was heavy and eyes darker than usual.

"As long as I'm with you, anything an-and everything's fine. And good," I nodded as I smiled, my appearance and behaviour was literally the same as his. "We can do," I swallowed before I continued. "Anything you want. Or I want. Which is whatever you want."

"Okay, okay," he laughed quietly and kissed me softly. "We'll do stuff, what we want, yeah?"

"Sure," I said and attacked his lips again which got him laughing into my mouth before it stopped and we carried on making out.

It got sloppy real quick once we were on the bed, Harry on top of me as his body laid between my legs and he kept himself up with one of his hands. His hair was a mess since I pushed my fingers through it countless times, his lips were soft, warm and plump from all the kissing.

My jumper was at the end of the bed once my boyfriend helped it off of me, his hands were tugging on the band of my leggings while his lips kissed down in a line on my stomach. He looked up at me, his green eyes looked beautiful as ever and I swear I fell in love with him – again.

"You're gorgeous," he mumbled in my lips when he moved back up, my arms locked around his neck and I kissed him so he stopped talking. "I love you."

"I love you," I whispered back, my legs hugged around his waist and pulled him down on me.

We rolled over so I was on top, this time my lips peppered kisses on his neck, then shoulder, back to his collarbones and down his chest. From my last experience with him, I knew how to get him soft and turned on at the same time, my finger ran around his nipple and he whimpered in between my lips.

"I want to have sex," I said, the words sounded weird yet normal as they escaped from my lips. "I mean I want to make love to you."

"I do too," he smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I want to make love to you. Because I love you."

And we did.

It was slow and sensual, nothing like in the films, but certainly more romantic than I have ever imagined it happening in the daylight. It was special and sweet, one hundred percent considered as love making because one, we loved each other and two, it was more than sex. Sure, it didn't make me cry like I thought it would but I knew that the closer Harry and I grew, the better this would get.

More emotional, too.

I stayed cuddled into Harry, my forehead rested against his cheek as his arm was under my neck. His fingers were playing with my hair while his other hand was draped over my stomach under the duvet and he drew circles and other little designs on my skin with the tip of his finger. I slowly lifted his hand from my stomach and intertwined our fingers, my lips pulled into a smile and I blushed.

"I can't believe we had sex," I chuckled as I moved my head so I looked up at him.

"We," he started off with a loud huff. "Made love, pretty girl. We showed each other just how much the other means with our bodies."

"Alright, calm down there, model boy," I laughed as I turned on my stomach and poked his bicep with both of my index fingers. "What's the time any-," the phone started to ring which interrupted my talking.

Harry groaned as he took his hand off my back and reached to the bedside table to grab his phone. He sighed when he saw the caller ID then accepted the call and lifted it to his ear.

"Yes, Caitlin?" he looked at me as he spoke in the phone with an annoyed voice. I chuckled and pecked his lips which easily got his forehead to flatten out again. My ankles crossed under the cover as I fixated my eyes on my gorgeous boy. "No, but yes, we will. No. well, because it's none of your business," he laughed and winked at me. That made me blush. "Alright, okay, sure, hm, yup, nope, fab, alright, bye."

"That's me talking to my mum on the phone," I laughed once he buttoned his manager. Harry laughed along with me and hugged me around with his arms as he rolled us over so he was above me.

"She never shuts up so if I give her one word answers, she gets pissed and leaves me alone."

"Why don't you get a different manager?" I asked curiously.

"She's a good manager, there's nothing wrong with her," he shrugged and kissed me over and over again. "So, you ready to get your pretty little arse ready?"

"Are we getting ready here?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "Millie is coming to do your makeup again and hair and stuff and mine too. We're going ready because I can't be arsed doing it there. I'm too excited anyway."

"I'm excited too," I grinned at him as my fingers massaged his earlobes then I pinched them. His facial expression quickly changed and I laughed at the face he pulled. "I love you."

"Yeah, sure, you're lucky I love you as well," he rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before he got up, bare naked.

"Your buns are looking nice, model boy," I called after him.

He looked back at me over his shoulder and his eyelid dropped down into a cheeky grin. Harry even sent me a kiss that he pressed on his fingertips and blew to me. I caught it and pressed my fingers to my lips as I pretended to save his kiss.

Fuck, I loved him so much.

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