Carrington Hill 

Getting my mother to agree to let me go to London and spend the weekend with Harry was a difficult process simply because she didn't know who the hell Harry was. She didn't want to let me go at first because I barely spent a few nights at home after being away for a whole week on a completely different continent. Then I reminded her that I spent four years away from home while I was at university and one of those years was on another continent for work experience.

In the end I got what I wanted – she let me go although she said Harry will have to come up from London to drive me. She also said she'll have a talk with him beforehand. I thought that was fair, I mean I wouldn't have let my daughter get away with a lad I don't know or haven't met once before.

So that's how Harry got to my place on Friday around one pm and sat in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand as he chatted to my mother. It was a sight to see although I knew that if my father would have been home too it wouldn't have been so chilled.

Harry used his charm and basically got my mother wrapped around his finger. I swear she even blushed a little when Harry complimented her and all the stuff around the house.

"So when am I getting my daughter back then?" she asked Harry with a serious tone this time. That got Harry moving in his seat a bit as he was put on the spot and I just shook my head with a small smile on my lips.

"I plan on bringing her home on Sunday night if that's alright with you, Eloise," Harry said and used my mum's first name just like she asked him to. It was so weird. I thought she would make him call her Mrs Hill or something.

"Alright. As long as I get my daughter back in one piece and without a bun in the oven I'm okay with her spending the weekend in London."

I swear I nearly spat my tea out when she said that and when I looked at Harry he was just as shocked. My mum was so blunt sometimes; I guess I got that from her.

"Okay, Eloise, shut up," I told my mum and she just gave me the middle finger. Harry chuckled and I rolled my eyes. Can you's see why I said we're a close family now? This was so normal in the Hill house that I wasn't even surprised when she behaved like that.

"Your brother comes home in half an hour but I have to leave now for work," she told us and she downed her tea. Harry looked impressed when my mum did that and then stood up. "It was lovely to meet you, Harry. Have fun on Saturday and be sure that she won't drink her life away or anything."

"I do not drink, thank you very much."

"And I was your age once. No need to cover this up, my love," she stroked my cheek as she walked past.

"Do we have to wait for Harrison?" I shouted after my mum who went into the kitchen. "Mum?!"

"What?" she shouted back.

"Ugh," I groaned as I stood up and walked to the dining room which was open so it was together with the kitchen. "Do we have to wait for Harrsion? Doesn't he have a key?"

"I'm not sure and he won't pick up his phone so the best thing to do is wait for him."

"Sure," I sighed. "I was hoping you could come see me this weekend, though."

"I'm sorry honey but I have to go to work all weekend. I would love to be there, but I promise I'll try to book myself off when you have the next one, yeah?" she looked at me with a loving smile on her face. I nodded and she pulled me in a hug. "Harry is lovely; I underestimated you when you said he's wonderful."

"Mum, shh," I chuckled and she did the same. "But yeah he is. I love spending time with him."

"I'm sure you do," she winked at me and I swear my cheeks went bright red as I groaned loudly.

"Mother!" I said with an annoyed voice but then I ended up laughing. "You're honestly worse than me sometimes."

"Oh shush, like I said I was your age once," she said as she patted my hips then walked past me. I followed her back to the living room where we left Harry. "Have a safe drive back home and don't let her make you stop to get Mc Donald's or something unhealthy. She's got a bit of weight on and that's not going to look nice on the dance floor."

"Mum," I whined although I knew she was messing, Harry probably thought she was serious. My mum was absolutely sarcastic. Like I was.

"She does eat a lot of junk food, thankfully I'm more of a healthy eater myself so she'll be in good hands for the weekend," Harry said which got my mum smiling. For godness sake, why did he have to get my mum as whipped as I was?

"I am glad to hear that," she said. "Anyway I'm going to change quickly and I'm off. See you later, Carrie and maybe you too, Harold."

"My name's not-,"

"That's alright, it is from now on," she winked at him and she walked out.

That got me laughing because Harry was left speechless and with a new name, possibly an empty cup in his hand. I drank the rest of my tea which was already cold and then left the cup on the couch and walked over to him. I plopped myself down on his lap and hugged him with my arms around his neck, my face rested against my upper arm. His hands snuck around my body and one of his hands gripped my thigh a bit.

"So we're waiting for your brother and then we're going?" he asked me, a huff left his mouth before the words rolled off his tongue and that left goosebumps on my skin.

"Yup," I answered and lifted my head up. I leaned in closer and kissed his lips softly, my insides felt all warm and funny at the contact. He sighed into my mouth after the kiss, his eyes opened up and looked into mine.

"Can't wait to take you out on Sunday, you know," he told me with a voice so gentle I was ready to crumble into pieces in his arms. His scent filled my senses and I felt a bit too comfortable in the position we were in.

"I can't wait either," I grinned at him. "I'll let you pay this time, only because I'm broke as hell."

"Do you even have a job?" he asked me laughing and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes I do. I work in the dance studio. I have classes I teach but I spent all my money on food this week."

"I'm not even surprised," he said.

"I'm off to work, kids. Harrison will be home soon he texted me saying he doesn't have a key and would appreciate it if you two could wait for him. See you soon!" my mum shouted all that from the front door as she tried to put her shoes on.

We saw everything from where we were sat since the whole area was open. I loved that about our house. It was so open and spacious it just made everything that much more homey.

"Alright mum, see you later," I said back.

"See you soon, Eloise."

And then she ran back, pressed a kiss to my cheeks and to Harry's and she was out the door.

"I like your mum," Harry told me once we were left on our own. "She's pretty much like you. There are a lot of resemblances."

"Look or personality wise?" I asked curiously. My smile was painted on my lips as I looked at his gorgeous face.

His freckles that the sun brought out were still on his face across his skin under his eyes and across his nose. He had a bit of stubble going on, his nose was just perfect the way it was, his eyes were literally the nicest colour green, his eyelashes were long and thick and his eyebrows were a mess but even that looked good on him. His lips were slightly more red than usual and I didn't even know whether he was speaking or not but I just kissed him.

He laughed and then kissed me back. His hands slipped on the sides of my neck as he kept my head in one place that was comfortable for him and me too. My fingers wrapped around his wrists and I let him kiss me. My lips were just there for him to do whatever and it was honestly the greatest feeling.

"Your lips are so fucking soft and sweet," he mumbled, his teeth caught my lower lip and pulled on it a little. I sighed to show how content I was with what he was doing.

His lips touched mine in a tender kiss after that, his tongue ran across my lips and then entered my mouth to meet up with mine. I shoved my fingers through his soft hair and my legs went on either side of him as I straddled his lap. His tongue was so warm against mine and his lips were literally the softest and his smell was making my head spin around.

When we pulled away from the kiss that got pretty steamy and heated I was facing with a flushed Harry Styles. Red, kiss swollen lips, dilated pupils and like I said before flushed cheeks. The top of his ears were pink as well which made me chuckle and I touched them with my hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked me breathlessly and I just shrugged my shoulders as I let my hands slip down from his ears. I rested them on the sides of his neck; my thumb softly caressed his skin just before his ear almost right in the hollows of his cheeks. 

"Is it weird that I feel so strongly about you?" I asked him quietly while I stayed on his lap, my eyes were fixated on the mess on top of his head which was also known as his hair. My hands messed it all around as I played with it during our heated make out session.

"What do you mean?" he asked me curiously.

"I just feel like saying I love you sometimes and that scares the shit out of me because we are not even official or anything. Not that I'm arsed about that because I couldn't care less about labels. It's just weird because I feel so comfortable around you and I love spending time with you."

That seemed like it shut him up and got him thinking. It surprised me too, though. I was so open with him about my feelings that it was scary. But see! This is what I meant when I said that I feel so comfortable around him and with him. Sometimes I felt like we've been married for twenty odd years when in reality we've only been alive for twenty odd years so that couldn't be a possibility for us. 

"No one spoke to me this freely about their feelings before, this is so new," he said. My hands slowly slid down his chest and stopped on his stomach which was covered with a black shirt. "I feel strongly about you, too."

"Do you really or are you just saying that because I said that?"

"I do genuinely feel like that," he confirmed. "I mean just the simple thought of you spending the weekend at mine makes me feel all giddy and fuzzy on the inside," he laughed and I smiled at that. "I can't wait to go to sleep and wake up to you for a few days."

"Ugh, I wanna say it again," I mumbled and looked down at my hands. I fiddled with my fingers and a deep sigh ran out of my mouth.

"Should we think of something that we could say instead of I love you?" he asked me quietly, his index finger went under my chin and lifted my head up so our eyes met.

"Isn't that too fast though? I don't wanna rush this. Us."

"You can't control your feelings, love," he told me with his eyes staring into mine. I bit down on my lip as he cradled my cheek, his thumb caressed my skin softly while I leaned into his touch. "We'll work on this, yeah? I'm sure we'll be saying it by the end of this weekend."

"Right, okay. We will work on this and we'll be saying it by the end of-, wait, what?" I asked him confused. He chuckled and pecked my lips, then my nose and then my forehead.

"Stop overthinking everything, okay? If you want to say what you feel I would rather you do it than keeping it to yourself and stressing yourself out. I would never ever rush you to do or feel anything. I want you to be as comfortable around and with me as you say you are. Your happiness is my happiness, if you are happy then I am happy too, no matter how cheesy that sounds."

"Wouldn't that freak you out, though? I don't want to scare you off with me being too much when it comes to feelings and shit."

"Nah, you could never scare me off. Plus I'd be the biggest idiot if I'd run away from you. I basically won the prize, why would I want to give it to someone else?"

"Hey, I'm not an object, watch your mouth!" I scolded him half playful half serious. I knew he wouldn't objectify me on purpose, he just joked but I had to say it.

"I would never think of you as an object. You are much more than that. You are my source of happiness."

"You're so cheesy," I mumbled as I pressed a kiss on his lips. I felt like we were both making up for all the kisses we couldn't share during the week.

"Only for my dancing queen."

"Stop calling me that."

"Stop calling me model boy."

"No, that's what you are."

"Well, you are a dancer and a queen. Therefore you are a dancing queen."

"I'm not a queen."

"Yes, you are," he argued. "You are my queen."

"Since when?"

"Since I said you were."

"You don't own me."

"I'm not just one of your many toys," he carried on with the song and I actually laughed out loud. I swear I've done this before to him with a Justin Bieber song but he didn't clock on.

"I can't believe you got that song but not the Bieber one," I shook my head disapprovingly.

"I'm ever so sorry my queen."

"Stop calling me queen please."

"Do you not like it?" he asked me with an arched brow.

"It's just weird. Why would you call me queen?"

"It's not weird. I love calling you queen because that's what you are," he said. "I want to treat you like one and it just makes the whole thing better if I can call you that."

"Okay but keep it behind closed doors. Don't go calling me queen in public and shit," I rolled my eyes as he grinned.

And then we heard knocking on the door I knew that my beloved brother has arrived and as soon as he was in we could be out the door. I jumped off of Harry's lap as I made my way towards the front door which I opened and was faced with Harrison. 

"Hello, whose car is that out front? It's so fucking stunning I want one," was what he greeted me with and I laughed. So he obviously didn't know that it was Harry's even though he was aware of the fact that he's taking me to London.

"Hello to you too," I laughed. "That's Harry's car."

"Harry's?" he asked back and sounded confused. And then as he realised what I meant he laughed a little and a wide grin stretched out on his lips. "Oh, right. Where is he?" I stepped away so he could look ahead right where Harry sat. "Oh, hi, mate."

"Hello," Harry waved at him and he stood up then walked over to us. "My name's Harry, it's nice to meet you."

"So is mine. I mean, it's Harrison but people call me Harry sometimes."

"I'm just Harry, although your mother calls me Harold," he laughed and I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to get along with everyone so easily? Whenever I meet someone new I never know what to do with myself and I'm just overall awkward.

"I'm not surprised," my brother laughed. "Anyway I'll let you's go. I'm sure my sister here is already too excited to get out of the house with you. Sorry for the wait, lads."

"Whatever, Harrison."

"See? She's already annoyed."

"Shut your mouth, pal."

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" he tested me. "Wait, nothing because your man is here and you have to act all angelic."

"Would you just piss off please?" I asked and Harry laughed while he listened to our little argument.

"You're still so easy to wind up. Harry, don't forget this, yeah? If she annoys you just annoy her back," Harrison told Harry and Harry just nodded.

"I'll take a mental note of that, though I've been trying to wind her up."

"Did she give you the eyes?"

"Sort of."

"Yeah. She tries to intimidate you so you stop but you can't let her get to you."

"Alright, this is not some tea afternoon to catch up on shit. We all have places to be," I interrupted. Because of that I was gifted with death glares and sighs from both of the boys. "So you two already decided to side together against me. Fab."

"Don't be like that, sissy. You'll have your man on your side allllllll weekend long," he winked. "It was great to meet you, pal. See you when you bring her back," and then they shook hands. And then they hugged each other.

And then my heart filled with love and I couldn't believe how lucky I actually was.

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no but this was another soft chapter i'm sobbing i love them so much

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