Harry Styles

My mother obviously said yes to the lunch date and that didn't surprise me at all. Eloise's eyes quite literally lit up when she was informed that my mum will be coming along and she'll bring my little sister, Lily, as well since she was still on her summer break and our dad was working.

We didn't have a reservation for any restaurants so we just picked randomly where we asked for a table for six people and luckily, they were able to squeeze us in. I sat opposite to Carrington with Harrison next to her and Eloise at the end. We thought it was better if I faced my girlfriend and then our mums and siblings could do the same so it wouldn't be that uncomfortable. Although I knew that my mum would lighten up the mood just as much as Eloise does all the time and my little sister wasn't the shiest either. Not that Harrison was any shy.

We ordered our second round of drinks when mum and Lily arrived and so the slightly awkward meeting happened. Mum engulfed everyone in a hug and Eloise even gave a hug to my sister. That made me smile.

And then once we all placed our food orders and we were left alone with it too, the chatter never stopped. Not that it ever did when my family arrived, but you know what I mean. If it wasn't my mum then it was Eloise who kept throwing new topics on the table which got us all involved in and that again, made me happy.

This was how I imagined my mum meeting my girlfriend's mum and I was more than content with myself and the fact.

"So then how's my son been treating you, dear? I hope he's being the gentleman I raised him to be," mum talked to Carrington specifically as she sipped on her mocktail. She was going to order herself a cocktail then remembered that she was driving so she said no to it with a disappointed huff.

"Yes, he is amazing," my girlfriend smiled and kept her eyes on my mum. I grinned at her and kept my gaze on her pretty face. She looked stunning with her hair up in a high and tight bun, her massive loop earrings and red lip. I wanted to kiss the life out of her. "Obviously, I don't get to see him that much because we live in different cities and we both have busy schedules but when we do hang out it's always really nice."

"I second that," I found myself saying as I basically invited myself into the conversation. This of course resulted in getting everyone's attention at the table and Eloise listened to me carefully as well as my mother did. "It would be nice to live in the same city but that time will come as well, I'm sure of it," I gave my girlfriend a sly look with the smallest smirk ever which got her looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

Our mums laughed and I was alright with that. Neither of them seemed to be overly serious which I liked, but then again, we were in public and they haven't met before so I'm sure once they get more comfortable around each other, it won't be so nice anymore.

I ended up paying for our meals which I obviously didn't mind, although both mums tried to make a contribution. So to make sure that they didn't feel guilty, as Eloise shared, I came up with the idea that we could go to one of the parks or something and get some ice cream and go for a walk. Not that any of us were dressed to go to the park but that didn't seem to matter.

"So our mums are getting along and yours seems to be alright with me," Carrington spoke up once we got to the park then went to get ice cream right away. Mum and Eloise were walking in front of us with my little sister while Carrie's brother was on the phone to someone.

One of my hands was holding my girlfriend's while the other one held the ice cream cone. When I saw that they had peach flavour I got as happy as a little kid when they get what they want and I went right in and asked for two scoops of it. I have always loved peach ice cream and when I was little there were times that I didn't get any if they didn't have my favourite.

"Yeah, mum likes you," I agreed and licked my ice cream. It was so calm and peaceful in the park, there were barely any people which made me happy. But then again it was a massive one and even if there were people they were ages away from you. "Although, currently, she seems to be more interested in the recipes your mum makes and stuff."

"At least they get along as well," she chuckled. I looked at her and I felt my heart rate pick up as she looked back at me. Her brown eyes were so beautiful; they always sucked me in and let me get lost in them.

I never understood why brown eyed people didn't like their eyes.

"They do, don't they?" I said while I tightened my grip on her hand. "How was meeting my little sister?"

"She's sweet," she said. "I didn't talk to her much, I feel like she doesn't like me very much."

"She's fifteen and very judgemental. She didn't like my sister's boyfriend, well, fiancé for the longest time," I shared the facts with her. Lily was nothing like me or Gemma, she was more like our oldest brother, Lucas. "I feel as though she's just mad at the world most of the time, you know?"

"Why is that?" she asked me curiously.

"Well, she was close to my brother while she was a baby; up until she was eight years old they always hung out a lot and stuff. My brother was twenty when he moved out and went to live with his girlfriend and he turned into a total twat."

"You were twenty when you moved out," she pointed out and I hummed in response. "Was your sister twenty when she moved?"

"No, she was eighteen," I said. "She went to university so she sort of had to move out. She attended a uni in London so it was necessary for her to do so as the journey would have been impossible to complete on the daily."

"Ah, right," she nodded. "I applied for a university in London but I thought nah, that's too expensive and I liked going home every other weekend."

"Do you get homesick easily?" I asked her as I took another lick of my ice cream. I asked her this because whenever we spent time away from home she seemed to be doing okay.

"Eh, I tend to, yes," she answered. "I'm getting better though, like, I don't cry, well, that much anymore."

"You're adorable," I chuckled as I looked down at her and kissed the side of her head. I felt her lean into me and my gesture which made my heart flutter and I felt warm and fuzzy on the inside. "So then premiere, back to it again, I know."

"What about it?" she looked at me. "I'm excited to go and see you in action, if that's what you want to ask about."

"I would hope that my girl is excited to see me on the big screen, but no, that's not what I want to chat about right now."

"Elaborate then."

"No one will know that I'm taking you as my plus one," I started off. "I mean, my manager will, obviously, but interviewers and stuff won't know about it until we step on the red carpet."

"Oh, so we're being secretive about it," she wiggled her eyebrows when I looked at her. That made me chuckle and I shook my head. "Anyway, what is your point?"

"I'm going to be asked about you when I do interviews. Not to sound mean or to be rude, but I don't want you there when I do that, I'm just not ready to expose you that much. So, after the red carpet, you'll go inside with my mum and get popcorn and stuff if you want."

"That's fine, I don't think I'd be able to cope with all the cameras in my face and all the seriously worded questions thrown your way."

"You'll be fine though when you're on the red carpet with me, right?" I asked, slightly nervous as she probably never done an event as big as the premiere was. It was going to be worldwide after all.

"I should be. If I won't be then I might just faint or something."

"Don't even say that," I chuckled lightly. "I won't know what the hell to do if that happens. Plus, you may want to know that this is a worldwide premiere. Meaning that the whole of Leicester Square will be full of people, cameras and there'll be an online livestream on YouTube for those who cannot attend. And I'm telling you that the whole world will be watching."

"I would assume so since you're so famous," she mocked me and I rolled my eyes. Oh shoot. I guess her stupid eye rolling started to rub off on me because I have noticed that I've been doing it more than I ever did before.

"Not just cuz of me. It is a Nolan movie afterall, with actors like Tom Hardy and Cillian Murphy."

"Right, but I'm sure that most of the people there will be there for you."

"Whatever," I sighed. "The point is that our relationship will go from a zero to a hundred and I need you to be prepared. I don't want the pressure that comes with all of this to completely crush you."

"I'm not some fragile girl, don't worry too much about me," she laughed. Well, I knew that, but what she didn't know was that the media and fans and literally the whole internet were so fucking cruel.

Yes, she sort of was a part of the social media world, but the following she had worshipped and admired her from what I have seen, and the industry I was a part of was completely different. The fact that I was a model meant that I got judged way more on the daily basis than any other celebrity, for instance actresses and singers.

Anyone who was a part of the modelling industry knew that we get judged on the way we look, the things we do and get called talentless a lot of fucking times. I mean yeah, you don't need a lot of talent to walk up and down a catwalk or pose for a photoshoot, but what others don't like to focus on is that the business is much more about staying mentally stable.

The constant hate and pressure makes it hard to focus on what really matters and sometimes it ends up in terrible ways. I have seen fellow model colleagues leave because they couldn't take the constant criticism mentally and they just gave up for the better. I have seen fellow model colleagues leave because the way they had been treated made them hate doing what they once adored and worked so hard for.

On the other hand, there are models who end up doing amazingly, not giving a single shit about what anyone says to them and their career is just blossoming to no extents. When people decide to become models and try it out for themselves that is how they imagine their journeys going. Whether that ends up happening like in their minds or the other way, it is really up to the person they are.

I would say I'm right in the middle but still leaning towards the second option more. Sure, at the start I thought it was the worst thing ever, but I dropped the team I was with and found myself one which benefited me and not them.

Your happiness always comes first and if you realise that it's not the case but you can do something about it, always proceed with it. Make the change to make yourself happier. Always.

"Are you even listening?" Carrington asked me. We stopped and she sat down on a bench, our families carried on walking though. "I told them I'm sitting down because I'm lazy."

"Oh, right," I nodded. "What were we talking about?"

"The Dunkirk premiere."

"Yeah, right, okay," I mumbled as I took a seat next to my girlfriend. "Well, would you still like to come then?"

"For sure!" she said right away. "Free cinema date with free food and drinks, amazing high quality pictures and a lit atmosphere. Count me in, pal."

"Alright then," I chuckled. It made me happy that she was excited to come along and the whole attention thing didn't scare her off. "We need to go dress shopping for you as well. Do you have a colour in mind at all?"

"I'm obsessed with red lately, so red," she answered straight away. Red. She would look so bloody hot in red.

Images of my girl in red got me thinking about stuff that I probably shouldn't have thought of as we were in the park eating ice cream. But it was all in my head so I suppose it wasn't too bad.

Well, as long as my dick stayed soft and didn't decide to embarrass me in public.

"You'd look stunning in a red dress," I told her as I kissed her cheek, then down her neck and she giggled as she pushed my head away. "Although you look stunning in everything. You look beautiful right now. I'm so damn lucky."

"Stop," she carried on giggling which made me smirk even more although that slowly but surely turned into a dimpled grin on my face. "Do you want this?" she asked me as she extended her hand which held the ice cream cone. There was still a bit left in it and I just looked at her with raised brows. "I don't want it so if you don't either I'm binning it."

"I paid for that," I said teasingly.

"That was not the answer I was looking for."

"Well it should have said enough."

"Okay," she sighed then stood up and walked over to the bin which was on the other side of the street. When she came back she sat on my lap sideways, her arms hugging me around my neck and she grinned at me. "So you're going back to London tonight and I'll be without you again."

"Don't pout at me, baby girl," I nudged her and my arms tightened around her body as she sat on my lap. I loved having her in my hold; having her close to me was something I appreciated for many reasons. "You can always come and visit me if you'd like."

"As if I have the expenses to do that," she snorted and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I also despise the journey from here to London on the train because it takes ages and I'm bored all the time."

"Why don't you get a plane from here to London?"

"Did you not listen to what I said?" she laughed. "I have no money to do that."

"I'll pay then," I said like it was no big deal. And for me, it really wasn't. I was able to afford whatever ticket she needed for her to travel and I genuinely did not mind paying it either.

"Whatever."

"Whutevuh," I mocked her and she slapped my neck gently as she laughed and so did I. It was easy to get a reaction out of her. "No, but, I'm serious."

"Aren't you Harry?" she asked me, her voice sounded confused and her facial expression supported her acting.

"Listen, I am serious. I want you to be able to do things and if money is holding you back from whatever you wish or desire to do, I want to do something about it. Don't you worry, I am fully aware of how much you despise me spending so much money on you but let me tell you, that it is okay," I told her as my eyes started into hers, one at a time. She listened to me carefully, her mouth slightly open though when I stopped for a little while to catch my breath, she licked her red coloured lips.

"But-, I-, but-," she stuttered. My tongue ran along my bottom and upper lip and I swallowed while my attention was focused on her. "But I don't want to seem like I use you for your money. Like you got me that dress, that whole outfit for that one date, and that's literally the fanciest shit I own. I didn't even buy it. And, well, you know I like to post stuff on my Instagram and everything and, uh, whenever I go somewhere I take picture and post them and, ugh, if I'd go somewhere so much, especially to London people would know that you are paying for it because that's the first thing people assume and, fuck. I'm rambling," she shook her head and slowly slipped off my lap onto the bench. Her legs danged off mine and her head leaned on my shoulder.

A loud sigh left my lips as my fingers intertwined with hers and my head leaned against my girlfriend's. She had the tendency to overthink stuff and when that happened, she went above and beyond.

"Look, I think it's time you stop caring about the others, yeah?" I started off. I heard her take a sharp breath at my words and she was ready to fight me. "No, don't even," I chuckled, my thumb caressed her skin while my other hand played with her fingers. "You care too much which is when you overthink shit, stop that please. Or like, take a step back, take a deep breath and just leave it be. You cannot fight everything, yeah?" I asked though I didn't wait for a reply. "People will think you are with me for my money. People will think you just want to get in the industry through me. People will think you just want fame and a fun time with me. But what they don't know and will never understand is that your feelings are genuine, yes?"

This time I wanted an answer.

Carrington looked up, blinked quickly for a few seconds as she puckered her lips. My teeth sunk in my bottom lip and I leaned forward and pecked hers. They were always so nice looking, sometimes plump and sometimes thin, but always so nice. I loved them. They were soft and warm and sweet, much like her.

And I loved that.

And her.

Wait.

I loved her?

Hell yes you do – my inner thoughts fought me.

And I agreed.

I indeed loved her. I loved her very much so.

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