Lexington’s POV:

Harry and I wound up going to sleep sometime in the morning, so we slept in till the afternoon. When we woke up, everyone had gone out somewhere. We’re honestly not sure where they went since all Zayn texted Harry was, ‘We went out.’ I can’t really complain though; this means it’s just Harry and I. Now, Harry and I are at his place getting ready.

“We’re going to Trafalgar Square today,” Harry grinned.

I furrowed my brows, “The whatta Square?”

He chuckled, “Trafalgar. You’ll like it, I promise.”

“Let’s do a video while we're there.”

He shrugged, “Fine by me. Get dressed so we can go.” Oh yeah, so I may or may not have just taken a shower with him. That was steamy. I’m so hilarious…no? Okay.

I held my finger up, “I have the perfect shirt you can wear.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think I’ll fit in your clothes,” he joked as I walked over to my purse and pulled out his sweater.

I laughed sarcastically and handed him the sweatshirt. “I got that for you while I was out with Taylor. It just seemed like you.” He examined it with a smile. “If you don’t want it, I’ll keep it.”

“I love it, thanks Treasure,” he smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“Treasure?” I raised my brow.

He became flustered, “Do you not like that? I can call you something else.”

I shook my head, “No, no, no.” I bit my lip. “That’s really sweet Harry.” I guess it’s time to start saying ‘Babe’, since I’ve only called him it once.

Today, I dressed into a mint green oversized knit jumper, white pants, and chocolate brown boots. I’m also wearing a white beanie that says ‘OH HEY’ in black lettering (explains me so much). Over my shirt I’m wearing Harry’s brown Saint Laurent Paris coat which happens to appear oversized as well. I kind of stole it when he wasn’t looking. For my makeup, I wore a pinkish/red shade of lipstick with my regular foundation and mascara deal. I just laid my hair straight today since I didn’t really feel like doing anything to it. Gah, I’m lazy.

“Look at you,” Harry walked in and slid his arms around my waist. “Looking good in my coat.”

I grinned from ear to ear, “You’re looking mighty fine as well. Who bought you that sweater?”

“My beautiful girlfriend.” Aww, that’s the first time I’ve heard him call me that. He suddenly connected his lips to my neck, and started blowing raspberries onto it. And he ruins yet another cute moment.

“Stop it,” I squealed and pushed him off. “Nasty,” I joked before sticking my tongue out at him.

He just grinned and leaned on the doorway as I fixed my hair. I looked at him in the mirror and actually observed his outfit: the ‘Don’t Kill My Vibe’ sweatshirt, grey skinnies, black ankle boots, black top coat, and of course, my maroon beanie.

I giggled, “You just love my beanie, don’t you?”

“Yeah, cause it smells like you,” he nodded.

“Well it looks cute,” I walked over and kissed him on the jaw. “Let’s go.”

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“Thank God, the paparazzi isn’t here,” I said with my face pressed against Harry’s truck window.

“Not yet at least,” Harry groaned. “They’re always going to be around. You ready for that?”

I leaned back in my seat, “It’s going to take a little getting used to.”

“You had fun last time,” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah but last time was for like two minutes. This time, I could trip or step in dog poop. Or I could trip and land in dog poop. All in front of cameras.”

He laughed, “Dog poop? You’re worried about dog poop?”

“Or gum,” I added. “Anything could happen.”

He squeezed my leg with one of his hands, “You’re going to be alright. Nobody really brings their dogs here anyways.”

“You better pray.”

Once we parked, Harry made me stay in the car so he could open my door for me. Gentleman Harry is back. He held his hand out to help me out of the car and wound up intertwining our fingers as he did so. So cute.

I bit my lip, “So what’s here?”

“Not much,” he shrugged. “But we’ll have fun, I’m sure of it.”

I squinted my eyes and scrunched my nose, “If you say so.”

He chuckled as he bumped his hips into mine. “Pull out your camera, Dork.”

“Bossy,” I muttered as I did what he told. I turned the camera on and clicked record before facing it towards me, “Hey guys, it’s me again. We’re at Trafflegaff Park.”

Harry ceased our walking and held his head towards the ground, laughing his ass off. “Trafalgar Park,” he said, still laughing a bit.

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever it’s called.”

“It’s not even hard to say,” he nudged my cheek with our connected hands. “Trafflegaff,” he giggled.

I grinned, “Glad you think I’m amusing.” I faced the camera towards the park. “Wow, Harry, it’s beautiful.”



“I thought you’d like it.” The place is slightly crowded, but who could blame people for wanting to come to this park? There’s a lot of history here, I can tell. This is a place I’d want to come to in the summer just to sit on the fountains and relax. Right now, it’s a great place to play in the snow.

I nodded, “Very much so. Look, at the fountains!”



“Let’s go check out the lion statues.” I nodded, allowing him to guide me over to one of the four lion sculptures.

“Oh my gosh, can I sit on it?” I jumped.

“Yeah, sure, but there’s snow on it. Your bum is going to be freezing.”

I giggled, “Bum.” I’m so immature. “I don’t care. Here,” I handed him my camera and unlinked our hands. I skipped closer to the statue and climbed it until I was sat on the lion’s back. “And you’re gonna hear me ROAR. Louder, louder than a lion. Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me ROAR!” I sung.

I watched as Harry shook his head at the camera and faced it back towards me. He said something to the camera, but I didn’t quite make it out. I’ll have to check that out later.

Then, my eyes caught something in the distance. “What the heck is that?” I pointed to a giant sculpture of a blue chicken. Why is there a blue chicken?

“A cockerel.” A what-erel? What’s with all these names? I slid myself down from the statue and walked over to Harry.

“A chicken?” I smiled, trying to correct him politely.

He poked my cheek, “A cockerel.”

“Well why’s it there?”

He shrugged, “They change the statue every season or something. Last time, it was a gold statue of a boy on a rocking horse.”

“Hm, wonder what for.”

“I honestly don’t pay much attention,” he ran his fingers through his hair. Well at least he admitted it.

“Harry!” I heard a girl scream. Great. Here comes the fans, stealing my boyfriend away. He handed my camera to me so he could sign autographs and take pictures with the crowd of people. I recorded all of it, including the hugs he gave girls who asked for it.

I panned the camera at the crowd, “Say hi everyone!” The crowd seemed to get larger by the second, screaming and waving at my camera. I walked over to Harry and placed my hand on his back, “Babe, let’s go stand in front of the chicken.”

“But the fans-“

“Take them with us,” I giggled. “I want to get a shot of you guys in front of it.”

He grinned, “Alright, we’ll meet you over there.” Okay?

“I bet you like $50,000 that he’s plotting something with them,” I said to my camera as I walked towards the cockerel. “At least I’ll be standing in front of a blue chicken when it happens. Isn’t that right…Block?” I waved my finger at the camera, “Now, now, before you tell me it’s a stupid name, just know this: Block means Blue Cock.” I start cracking up. “God, I’m so not funny,” I shook my head.

“Hey Lex,” I turned around to see Harry and his fans all holding snowballs. “Now!” Every single person launched their snowballs at me, making me squeal and run for my life. I laughed and began grabbing handfuls of snow and throwing them back. I have to say I’m pretty slick since I was able to dodge most of the attacks. Once the snowball fight ended I turned my camera back to me and panted, “You guys owe me $50,000.”

Harry stood in front of the fans, “Okay guys, line up in front of the cockerel.” He and the crowd stood in front of the chicken and all posed for my camera. “Say ‘Happiness is a choice!’” And all of them did exactly what he said. Well, at least he did something nice for me.

“Can I take a picture with both of you?” a girl around my age asked me.

I nodded, “Of course. Can you take a picture with me for my twitter as well?”

“Really?” she seemed genuinely shocked. I don’t see the excitement.

“Yes,” I chuckled as I traded my camera for my phone in my purse. “Normal or funny picture?” I feel like I have to ask. I’m afraid that if I don’t give them the choice, they’re gonna think I don’t take anything seriously.

The girl thought about it, “Let’s do a silly one, but only because I don’t look good today anyways.”

“Are you kidding me? You look flawless.” Seriously. She looked like she could be a model. I hate girls that say they look ugly when they’re like the prettiest girls around. But like all girls, they just need to be reminded that they’re beautiful.

“Thanks,” she jumped and grinned from ear to ear. When I held my phone up for a picture, she grabbed a strand of my hair to use as a mustache on her face and made a duck face. I used my free hand to push my nose into pig form and then stared at the point of my nose, making me cross eyed. I tweeted the picture, placing her twitter name in my captioning and then I followed her on twitter. I noticed while I was on there that I already had 30K followers, that’s crazy, and here I am only following three people. I need to follow the other boys and Perrie too.

Then we took a picture with Harry like the girl requested. We just smiled with her in between the two of us and she captioned it, ‘Harrington Sandwich’. So I guess Harry and I are Harrington, cute; at least some people are shipping us. Other people say I’m just using him for his fame, but I guess I’d feel that way about any celebrity dating a fan. Wow, it’s weird knowing that one day I was just his fan and now…look at me, I’m wearing his jacket. This is insane.

“I’m gonna have to steal my girlfriend away,” Harry came up from behind me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I had just taken more pictures with other fans that wanted me to. I took pictures of myself with each of them as well. I’ve decided that every fan who wants to take a picture with me, gets a shout-out on my twitter. Seems legit, right? “I have to take her out to dinner.”

“Oh food, I’m starved.” We’ve been here for a while if its dinner time already. Girls started sighing and putting their pouty-est faces on; they obviously didn’t want Harry to leave.

Harry waved, “Bye ladies, I love you.” He intertwined our fingers and we started walking away, but of course the crowd was following us. Then, we started seeing flashes, meaning the paparazzi had finally arrived to mob us. “Get on,” he whispered into my ear and crouched down. I did what he said and received a piggyback from him. This wasn’t a regular piggyback since Harry was running away from the crowd as fast as he could. I pulled my camera out of my purse and recorded the chaos, with Harry and me laughing in the foreground of the screen. This would be a great story to tell in the future.

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“Babe, you know this is a hotel right?” We were walking into a teardrop shaped building that had windows at every angle. He just simply nodded and hummed as he took me into an elevator. “Not a restaurant, you know, where food is.”

He pulled me close to him and stroked my hair. “Mm hm,” he nodded with a smile.

“What are we doing?” I asked with a big grin. His last surprise for me was pretty damn romantic, I’ll say. So I can’t help but feel giddy, thinking he has something nice planned for me.

“You’ll see,” he said almost in a whisper as he inched closer to me. Just as his lips brushed mine, the elevator door opened, so of course he totally pulled away. God, I was so craving that kiss.

“Ass,” I muttered, only to hear him chuckle as he guided me to a door.

He unlocked the door and held it open for me, “Welcome to the presidential suite.”

“Oh. My. God.” This place was crazy beautiful. As I explored the suite, I found out that it has three bedrooms, a kitchen, a tall beautiful dining room table with tall chairs surrounding it, like two or three bathrooms, a living room and so on. The best part was the balcony. The balcony went around the whole outside of the building but was separated by glass fencing between each suites. The view was incredible: you could see many castles, other buildings, and the London Eye. This was all just spectacular.

“Ta da,” Harry pointed to the table filled with sandwiches and desserts.

I laughed, “Sandwiches?”

“I’m only a baker,” Harry chuckled.

“What about those pancakes?”

He curled his lips, “Bisquick, you must’ve still been drunk.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” I giggled. I sat down at the table, along with Harry. “This is so sweet.”

“Would you say, Presidential Sweet?”

I chuckled, “Yes Harry, I would.”

---

We sat at the table for hours, eating and chatting away. Eventually, we moved to the bathtub; a bath just sounded nice. We stripped our clothes and laid in the nice bubbly tub. Of course the bubbles were provided by the hotel; this suite has everything. I hummed as I ate some of the chocolate covered strawberries Harry had brought in here with us.

“You know, Trafalgar Park is where I happen to go when I need space,” Harry rasped.

“Great place to think, with a crowd of fans,” I said sarcastically.

He grabbed a strawberry from the container that sat on the floor, “Sure it’s nice to be alone, but the fans make me happy when I see them. They have a thing for cheering me up.”

I smiled to myself, “That must be nice.”

“Well, didn’t it cheer you up? Considering last night?”

I bit my lip, “Yeah, I guess it did. If you don’t include how great you are with words.”

“That park is my happy place, and that’s why I shared it with you today.”

“Well thank you,” I kissed his chest. He never ceases to surprise me with amazingness. He’s so great to me, just liked I always dreamed he would be. After all this and how he was there for me last night, I can say I’m letting those walls of mine burn down. Harry proved to me exactly what kind of guy he is, and he’s definitely not like the others I’ve dated. I’m glad he’s different. I’m glad he’s mine.

“And as for my greatness,” he smirked before leaning down and kissing my lips.

Sparks flew as I ran my fingers through his hair and he cradled my face. The kiss deepened and became more and more heated as I repositioned myself so I was straddling him. He pulled away, resting his forehead to mine, flashing me a cheeky grin. I squealed as he scooped me up and removed us from the tub. As he walked us over to the bedroom, I trailed kisses up his neck until I met his plump lips yet again. He gently laid me on the bed and began grinding his hips against mine.

“Harry,” I moaned to his touch. He smiled into the kiss, sliding me further up the bed as he did. He broke the kiss and opened the end table’s drawer. “Oh my gosh,” I chuckled. Harry had to have more than thirty condoms in the drawer.

“Any particular flavor?” he raised his brows.

I playfully rolled my eyes, “If we do this, we have to go take that bath again.”

“Deal,” he randomly chose a condom and ripped the foil packet with his teeth. Damn, he’s sexy. Then, he lowered his body till we barely had space between us. His beautiful emerald green orbs stared into my eyes. “Honey,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

He shook his head, still concentrated on my eyes, “That’s the color of your eyes. Honey.”

“Kiss me,” I hummed. He happily obliged, kissing my lips slowly.

Notes

There you go, a nice romantic day at the park. I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you're reading this, comment 'coco puffs' just to see if we can confused people who don't read my notes. This is a hidden message haha. Anyways, New Year's is in two days for them, I wonder what will happen(;

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