Perfect To Me
Let's Get Some
“Hello Australia!!” I exclaimed as Harry and I walked through the airport in Sydney. Australia and New Zealand were the last stops for the boys’ tour and Harry decided we would come a few days early to get some time to ourselves. I looked at Harry and he was staring at me with a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked him with a smile on my face.
“Nothing, you’re just so happy. It’s cute,” he said as he let me get on the escalator first.
“Aren’t you excited though?! We get two days all to ourselves to roam this beautiful city,” I gushed to him and he smiled at me before kissing me on the lips. We collected our bags before going to head outside and just as we were about to walk through we saw the crowd of fans surrounding the door with security trying their best to hold them off.
“Mr. Styles and Ms. Grimes?” A man dressed in a suit asked.
“Yes?” Harry responded as he pulled me into his side.
“Due to the crowd outside we’re going to have security take your luggage for you and then we’re going to wait a few minutes and escort you out,” the man informed us and Harry just nodded his head before handing our bags to a few security members.
“This sucks, how’d they even know we were coming early?” I asked Harry as I rest my head against his chest.
“I don’t know, babe. They’re smart,” Harry whispered into my ear as we waited to go to our car. We waited about five more minutes when the same man from before came and informed us we could head out now. As soon as the doors opened the screams went to deafening heights as Harry held me close to him while making our way through the crowd.
“Abby!! Harry!! I love you guys!!!!”
“She’s so gorgeous!!”
“Why can’t that be me!”
“I love your outfit Abby!! Can I be you?! I love Harry!!”
These past few months’ things have gotten a lot better with the fans and their feelings towards me, mainly because Harry set them straight, but I was grateful I wasn’t getting negative comments and death threats anymore. I looked down at my outfit after the last comment and I saw nothing fabulous in it. I was wearing a white quarter sleeved shirt, a pair of skinny jeans all accompanied with studded motorcycle boots. It was very simple and nothing compared to what Eleanor might wear. We piled in our car and quickly went to the hotel we would be staying at. When we pulled up to the hotel there wasn’t any fans outside, I was happy we could keep where we were staying under the wraps. We checked in and made our way to the 25th floor of our hotel and quickly threw our bags down and laid on the bed.
“What’s first on the agenda?” I asked Harry as we cuddled together on the large bed.
“Are you tired? ‘Cause I’m not,” Harry stated and I shook my head against his chest.
“We could go to the beach?” I said to him and he shifted so he could look at me.
“If it means I get to see you in a bikini, then yeah,” Harry said and quickly got up to go dig for his swim trunks through his suitcase, I followed doing the same thing. After changing we quickly grabbed some towels and went down to the shore that was behind our hotel.
“It’s so pretty here! I love it!” I exclaimed as I laid my towel down and set my purse beside it before taking my shorts and shirt off. Harry fumbled to get the umbrella up so I walked over to help him. “Move over, doofus.” I said and saw Harry pout at me as I pushed the umbrella up. We sat down on our towels, under the sun, and caught a few rays in silence.
“I see why you love it here,” Harry mumbled from beside me, his fedora covering his face. I took in his appearance, red swim trunks which brought out his already tan and toned body and his tattoos, his stupid fedora that he wears everywhere and his mop of brown, curly hair. I bit my lip before sitting up and straddling Harry’s waist, I took his fedora and placed it on my head. He opened his eyes and smiled up at me before resting his hands on my waist.
“What are you doing, love?” He asked, in his slow, sexy voice that drove me wild.
“Not what you think I’m doing,” I said to him before leaning over and placing a kiss to his lips.
“I love you in this bathing suit,” Harry mumbled against my lips as his hands ran over my thighs.
“What’s so special about it? It’s just gray,” I told him, while I ran my hand through his hair.
“You’re half-naked and your boobs look big,” he told me while smiling at me. I couldn’t help but giggle at him before tracing the birds on his chest. I leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips and I felt him move his hands to my shoulders where he used his index finger to trace the triangle that three of my beauty marks created on my shoulder.
“Why do you do that?” I asked him when I pulled away.
“What?” He said, confusion written on his face.
“Trace my marks.”
“I think it’s neat how they make a triangle! I should get a tattoo of that, exact triangle, on my right arm,” Harry said and I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“As a tattoo for you, no one else would know what it means,” Harry stated as he stroked the side of my hip, just above my bottoms, with his thumb.
“That’s permanent,” I reminded him, a little scared that he’d get a permanent inking for me on his skin.
“And my love for you, Abigail, is permanent,” he said while bringing his hand up to my neck to pull me down for a kiss.
“I love you,” I smiled against his lips, as the words left my mouth. We continued to make out with one another until we saw a flash go off to our right, we pulled apart to see a paparazzo standing there taking photos of us.
“Seriously?” Harry mumbled and I groaned to let him know I was thinking the same thing.
“Let’s go in the water, they can’t follow us there,” I told him as I stood up and held my hand out.
“But they can still take photos of us,” he mumbled as he stood up and wrapped his arms around my small frame.
“Then let’s give them a show,” I smirked at him and as soon as he caught on he picked me and ran to the water. We spent the next few hours splashing around in the water, kissing each other, and just drowning in our love for one another.
“I’m starving, love. Wanna go grab a bite to eat?” Harry asked as he gave me a piggy back ride out of the water.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I groaned into his ear and I felt him laugh beneath me. We got over to our stuff and Harry let me down so I could dry off and pull my Guns-N-Roses crop top on along with my jean shorts and sandals before going over to a small, Australian café.
“What are the plans for the rest of our down time?” I asked him as I took a sip of the water sitting in front of me.
“Tomorrow night we’re going on a date to a fancy restaurant,” Harry told me as he flipped through the menu.
“Really? Where?” I asked him, flipping through the menu myself.
“Not telling you, it’s a surprise.” Harry smirked at me while lacing our fingers together on top of the table. “But I know you’ll love it.”
“Fine, I trust your judgment,” I told him before the waitress came over and took our orders. After we finished eating we walked on the beach, hand in hand, to watch the sunset before we went back to the hotel and fell on the bed.
“The flight is finally catching up on me,” Harry grumbled into the pillow.
“Even though we slept for a majority of it…I agree with you,” I told him as I curled into his side. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was a little after nine o’clock at night. “What do you say we call it a night?” Harry didn’t answer me, but he stood up, taking his shirt off followed by his swim trunks.
“Sleeping in all our glory tonight?” I asked him as I supported my body by leaning on my elbow.
“Too lazy for briefs or pants, love,” Harry mumbled while tucking himself in under the covers. I walked over to my suitcase and stripped down from my clothes and swimsuit before pulling on one of Harry’s flannel shirts. When I laid back down Harry turned to lie on my chest and he put his hand up the shirt to rest on my stomach when he smirked at me.
“Sleeping in all your glory tonight, babe?” Harry mocked me and I went to poke his forehead before he grabbed my hand, placing a kiss to my palm. “I love you.”
“I have a shirt on, so I’m not completely naked. I love you too,” I told him, he brought his face closer to mine and pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.
“I’d rather you be naked though, sweetheart,” Harry mumbled against my neck as he placed a chaste kiss to it before playfully biting it. I quickly flipped Harry on his back and climbed onto his lap before placing a passionate kiss to his lips.
“I know you would, Styles,” I, seductively, said to him and he let out a low growl.
“Then what are you waiting for, Abigail,” Harry, lowly, said as he placed another kiss to my neck, right on my sweet spot.
“Aren’t you going to take it off for me?” I, innocently ,said to him causing him to smirk at me before bringing his hands to the buttons of the flannel and slowly undoing them. He got to the last button and slid the shirt off my shoulders and threw it somewhere in the room.
“Now where were we?” Harry asked with a devilish grin on his face as he brought his face closer to mine, but before he could press his lips against mine I quickly threw myself down next to him and curled into his side.
“We were just about to fall asleep!” I exclaimed as I shut my eyes.
“What? No. We were just about to make love,” Harry said and I felt him shift next to me. I cracked one eye open and saw him lying on his side and staring at me.
“What?” I asked as I scooted closer.
“We aren’t having sex?” He pouted and I shot him a smile.
“Nope,” I told him, popping the ‘p’.
“Why not? We never get to when we’re on tour, so now’s the perfect time,” he whined as he rubbed his hand down my thigh, giving me goose bumps.
“Harry we literally had sex before we left for the airport to come here, we always have sex,” I told him while shutting my eyes again. “In fact, we have too much sex.”
“There’s no such thing as too much sex, Abby. In plus, we never make love,” Harry told me and it caused me to laugh.
“They’re the same thing!” I exclaimed with amusement.
“No they aren’t,” he defended.
“Please! Enlighten me,” I told him while I situated myself so I was on my side and looking at him.
“Sex is all about having fun and the whole spur of the moment thing, making love is also in the spur of the moment but it’s passionate because we’re just so focused on expressing our love for one another through our actions. The way we kiss, touch, everything while making love is different, there’s a different spark behind it,” Harry, passionately, expressed and not going to lie it was turning me on.
“Fuck Harry, why are you so good with words!” I exclaimed before throwing him on his back again and attacking his lips with mine.
“What?” I asked him with a smile on my face.
“Nothing, you’re just so happy. It’s cute,” he said as he let me get on the escalator first.
“Aren’t you excited though?! We get two days all to ourselves to roam this beautiful city,” I gushed to him and he smiled at me before kissing me on the lips. We collected our bags before going to head outside and just as we were about to walk through we saw the crowd of fans surrounding the door with security trying their best to hold them off.
“Mr. Styles and Ms. Grimes?” A man dressed in a suit asked.
“Yes?” Harry responded as he pulled me into his side.
“Due to the crowd outside we’re going to have security take your luggage for you and then we’re going to wait a few minutes and escort you out,” the man informed us and Harry just nodded his head before handing our bags to a few security members.
“This sucks, how’d they even know we were coming early?” I asked Harry as I rest my head against his chest.
“I don’t know, babe. They’re smart,” Harry whispered into my ear as we waited to go to our car. We waited about five more minutes when the same man from before came and informed us we could head out now. As soon as the doors opened the screams went to deafening heights as Harry held me close to him while making our way through the crowd.
“Abby!! Harry!! I love you guys!!!!”
“She’s so gorgeous!!”
“Why can’t that be me!”
“I love your outfit Abby!! Can I be you?! I love Harry!!”
These past few months’ things have gotten a lot better with the fans and their feelings towards me, mainly because Harry set them straight, but I was grateful I wasn’t getting negative comments and death threats anymore. I looked down at my outfit after the last comment and I saw nothing fabulous in it. I was wearing a white quarter sleeved shirt, a pair of skinny jeans all accompanied with studded motorcycle boots. It was very simple and nothing compared to what Eleanor might wear. We piled in our car and quickly went to the hotel we would be staying at. When we pulled up to the hotel there wasn’t any fans outside, I was happy we could keep where we were staying under the wraps. We checked in and made our way to the 25th floor of our hotel and quickly threw our bags down and laid on the bed.
“What’s first on the agenda?” I asked Harry as we cuddled together on the large bed.
“Are you tired? ‘Cause I’m not,” Harry stated and I shook my head against his chest.
“We could go to the beach?” I said to him and he shifted so he could look at me.
“If it means I get to see you in a bikini, then yeah,” Harry said and quickly got up to go dig for his swim trunks through his suitcase, I followed doing the same thing. After changing we quickly grabbed some towels and went down to the shore that was behind our hotel.
“It’s so pretty here! I love it!” I exclaimed as I laid my towel down and set my purse beside it before taking my shorts and shirt off. Harry fumbled to get the umbrella up so I walked over to help him. “Move over, doofus.” I said and saw Harry pout at me as I pushed the umbrella up. We sat down on our towels, under the sun, and caught a few rays in silence.
“I see why you love it here,” Harry mumbled from beside me, his fedora covering his face. I took in his appearance, red swim trunks which brought out his already tan and toned body and his tattoos, his stupid fedora that he wears everywhere and his mop of brown, curly hair. I bit my lip before sitting up and straddling Harry’s waist, I took his fedora and placed it on my head. He opened his eyes and smiled up at me before resting his hands on my waist.
“What are you doing, love?” He asked, in his slow, sexy voice that drove me wild.
“Not what you think I’m doing,” I said to him before leaning over and placing a kiss to his lips.
“I love you in this bathing suit,” Harry mumbled against my lips as his hands ran over my thighs.
“What’s so special about it? It’s just gray,” I told him, while I ran my hand through his hair.
“You’re half-naked and your boobs look big,” he told me while smiling at me. I couldn’t help but giggle at him before tracing the birds on his chest. I leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips and I felt him move his hands to my shoulders where he used his index finger to trace the triangle that three of my beauty marks created on my shoulder.
“Why do you do that?” I asked him when I pulled away.
“What?” He said, confusion written on his face.
“Trace my marks.”
“I think it’s neat how they make a triangle! I should get a tattoo of that, exact triangle, on my right arm,” Harry said and I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“As a tattoo for you, no one else would know what it means,” Harry stated as he stroked the side of my hip, just above my bottoms, with his thumb.
“That’s permanent,” I reminded him, a little scared that he’d get a permanent inking for me on his skin.
“And my love for you, Abigail, is permanent,” he said while bringing his hand up to my neck to pull me down for a kiss.
“I love you,” I smiled against his lips, as the words left my mouth. We continued to make out with one another until we saw a flash go off to our right, we pulled apart to see a paparazzo standing there taking photos of us.
“Seriously?” Harry mumbled and I groaned to let him know I was thinking the same thing.
“Let’s go in the water, they can’t follow us there,” I told him as I stood up and held my hand out.
“But they can still take photos of us,” he mumbled as he stood up and wrapped his arms around my small frame.
“Then let’s give them a show,” I smirked at him and as soon as he caught on he picked me and ran to the water. We spent the next few hours splashing around in the water, kissing each other, and just drowning in our love for one another.
“I’m starving, love. Wanna go grab a bite to eat?” Harry asked as he gave me a piggy back ride out of the water.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I groaned into his ear and I felt him laugh beneath me. We got over to our stuff and Harry let me down so I could dry off and pull my Guns-N-Roses crop top on along with my jean shorts and sandals before going over to a small, Australian café.
“What are the plans for the rest of our down time?” I asked him as I took a sip of the water sitting in front of me.
“Tomorrow night we’re going on a date to a fancy restaurant,” Harry told me as he flipped through the menu.
“Really? Where?” I asked him, flipping through the menu myself.
“Not telling you, it’s a surprise.” Harry smirked at me while lacing our fingers together on top of the table. “But I know you’ll love it.”
“Fine, I trust your judgment,” I told him before the waitress came over and took our orders. After we finished eating we walked on the beach, hand in hand, to watch the sunset before we went back to the hotel and fell on the bed.
“The flight is finally catching up on me,” Harry grumbled into the pillow.
“Even though we slept for a majority of it…I agree with you,” I told him as I curled into his side. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was a little after nine o’clock at night. “What do you say we call it a night?” Harry didn’t answer me, but he stood up, taking his shirt off followed by his swim trunks.
“Sleeping in all our glory tonight?” I asked him as I supported my body by leaning on my elbow.
“Too lazy for briefs or pants, love,” Harry mumbled while tucking himself in under the covers. I walked over to my suitcase and stripped down from my clothes and swimsuit before pulling on one of Harry’s flannel shirts. When I laid back down Harry turned to lie on my chest and he put his hand up the shirt to rest on my stomach when he smirked at me.
“Sleeping in all your glory tonight, babe?” Harry mocked me and I went to poke his forehead before he grabbed my hand, placing a kiss to my palm. “I love you.”
“I have a shirt on, so I’m not completely naked. I love you too,” I told him, he brought his face closer to mine and pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.
“I’d rather you be naked though, sweetheart,” Harry mumbled against my neck as he placed a chaste kiss to it before playfully biting it. I quickly flipped Harry on his back and climbed onto his lap before placing a passionate kiss to his lips.
“I know you would, Styles,” I, seductively, said to him and he let out a low growl.
“Then what are you waiting for, Abigail,” Harry, lowly, said as he placed another kiss to my neck, right on my sweet spot.
“Aren’t you going to take it off for me?” I, innocently ,said to him causing him to smirk at me before bringing his hands to the buttons of the flannel and slowly undoing them. He got to the last button and slid the shirt off my shoulders and threw it somewhere in the room.
“Now where were we?” Harry asked with a devilish grin on his face as he brought his face closer to mine, but before he could press his lips against mine I quickly threw myself down next to him and curled into his side.
“We were just about to fall asleep!” I exclaimed as I shut my eyes.
“What? No. We were just about to make love,” Harry said and I felt him shift next to me. I cracked one eye open and saw him lying on his side and staring at me.
“What?” I asked as I scooted closer.
“We aren’t having sex?” He pouted and I shot him a smile.
“Nope,” I told him, popping the ‘p’.
“Why not? We never get to when we’re on tour, so now’s the perfect time,” he whined as he rubbed his hand down my thigh, giving me goose bumps.
“Harry we literally had sex before we left for the airport to come here, we always have sex,” I told him while shutting my eyes again. “In fact, we have too much sex.”
“There’s no such thing as too much sex, Abby. In plus, we never make love,” Harry told me and it caused me to laugh.
“They’re the same thing!” I exclaimed with amusement.
“No they aren’t,” he defended.
“Please! Enlighten me,” I told him while I situated myself so I was on my side and looking at him.
“Sex is all about having fun and the whole spur of the moment thing, making love is also in the spur of the moment but it’s passionate because we’re just so focused on expressing our love for one another through our actions. The way we kiss, touch, everything while making love is different, there’s a different spark behind it,” Harry, passionately, expressed and not going to lie it was turning me on.
“Fuck Harry, why are you so good with words!” I exclaimed before throwing him on his back again and attacking his lips with mine.
Notes
Okay, there's going to be ONE MORE CHAPTER, because I have OCD and I can't finish this off with it being so close to 60 chapters.Airport Abby
Beach Abby
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3/2/15