Isabelle's P.O.V

My eyelids fluttered and expanded. At first, I was confused, not knowing where I was, but then I remembered: I was on Harry’s private jet. Something leapt inside my stomach. Maybe I’d just figured that I’d been dreaming when Harry said he’d liked me. I felt relieved somehow, just knowing that I hadn’t been dreaming.

I sat up groggily and pushed some of my fallen hair out of my eyes. Harry’s back was to me; he was standing up, looking out at the clouds through a big window at the far end of the plane. I noticed that it was actually a huge door. Hmm, maybe for skydiving? That sounded fun.

Quietly I stood, not wanting to make any noise. I padded over to Harry soundlessly and when I was close enough, I wrapped my arms around his torso. He stiffened for a moment but then relaxed, and I giggled. Slowly he turned around and imitated my actions, wrapping his arms around me as well. I stared up at him, nuzzling his neck. “Hey,” he said, “You surprised me.”

“Bullshit,” I laughed, and he squeezed me, pressing me to him. I bit my lip and touched my lips to his collarbone, which was exposed, thanks to his unzipped jacket. I could feel him chuckle, the motion vibrating. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, and I nodded,

“Very much so, thanks.” I felt him kiss my hair as I hooked my fingers through the belt loops on his jeans.

“How long was I out?” I asked suddenly, staring up at him. He fished hair out of my eyes and thought, “I lost track. I watched you sleep for a bit.”

“Stalker,” I whispered dramatically, and he grinned down at me. I buried my face in his chest, “How much longer til we get there?”

“Um,” he replied, chewing on his lip. The gesture was extremely cute, “About half hour?” “Okay,” I said, studying the little strip of ink that his V-neck collar exposed. His hands slid down to my hips, and I looked back up at him, grinning. He smiled warmly at me, and said, “I should just warn you: Gemma can be a bit inappropriate at times.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. He just shrugged, “Just trust me. I can’t explain it. She is two years older than me, after all.” I nodded, but continued to press the subject, “Okay, but just give me an idea. On a scale of one to ten, one being not at all, and ten being Harry Styles level.”

“Ooh,” Harry sucked in air between his teeth, “I think she’s an eleven.”

“Is that even possible?” I asked, grinning. This whole conversation was just playful banter, and I enjoyed it. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Oh,” Harry said, looking wounded, “Believe me, it is.” I shook my head, “I don’t think I’m going to be comfortable talking to her.” Harry grinned, “You’ll be fine. My mum will be there, just in case she steps out of line.”

“Great,” I muttered, “That’s even worse. Now I’ll get to be embarrassed in front of your mother too. Does your family ever stop making people feel uncomfortable?” Harry thought about it for a second, and then grinned down at me, “Nope, don’t think so.”

I groaned and went limp. I would’ve fallen if he hadn’t been holding me upright.

“Relax, love,” Harry cooed, “I’ll tell Gemma to back off if you get nervous.” I shook my head, “No, don’t do that,” taking a deep breath and trying to look strong I said, “Let her come at me. If I can handle Gemma’s sexual innuendos, then surely I’ll be able to handle yours. It’ll be good practice.” Harry snickered and stepped back, releasing me, “That’s the thing. If you tell Gemma to stop, she will. But with me…well, I just keep on coming.”

I stepped closer to Harry, crushing the distance between us once more and wrapping my arms back around him. Subconsciously I began to trace little circles on his back. “I think,” I whispered, looking up at him, “I can handle it.” I stood on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his lightly. It was his turn to hook his fingers on my jeans and pull me closer to him. Wrapping his arms around me, he smiled on my lips. Eventually, I pulled back and lowered myself back onto my heels.

He smirked at me, “You’re a very hard person to figure out, Isabelle Foster. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle you.” I shook my head, “You’re not allowed to say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s a breakup line. I just decided to give you a chance yesterday, Styles, and if you’re already going to end it then—” He cut me off by pressing his mouth to mine again. When he pulled back, he smiled teasingly, “No breakups, I promise. I may have been bonked on the head a few times as a baby, but I’m not that dumb.”

I grinned and the pilot’s voice came on the intercom again, asking us to kindly strap ourselves in; we were beginning our descent. I looked back up at Harry, my eyes twinkling. “I guess we’re a little earlier than you expected.”

Harry’s P.O.V

We stepped off of the private jet as two people ran towards us. I recognized them instantly. I speed walked over to them, clutching my suitcase tightly and making sure it didn’t tip over. The first person I hugged was my mum, Anne. Her dark hair was tied in a tight bun, streaked with gray. She wore a navy blue coat and she yelled, “Harry! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas mum!” I yelled back, over the roar of the humming engines. She pulled back and studied me at an arm’s length, “You’ve grown so much. How long has it been since we’ve had you home for Christmas?”

“Too long,” I replied, and I moved over to hug Gemma. Her blonde hair was tied up, but I noticed that she’d dyed them a sort of brown at the tips. They suited her. “Haz!” she screamed, referring to the nickname my mates and my family called me, “You’re here!”

I pulled back and turned to see Isabelle standing behind me timidly. “Let’s get to the parking lot first!” I yelled, “Where it’s quieter!” everyone nodded, and ten minutes later, we stood in the deserted airport parking lot, in front of a beat-up old minivan that my family had owned since forever. Gemma hugged me again and my mum clapped her hands. “Harry,” she said sternly, “Won’t you introduce us to this lovely young lady?”

I cleared my throat, “Oh, right. Isabelle, this is my mum, Anne, and my sister, Gemma. Guys, this is Isabelle.”

“Isabelle,” Gemma tried the word on her tongue, “I like that name. So what, are you Harry’s girlfriend?” Isabelle looked at me, as if asking my permission. I turned to Gemma and answered, “Of course she’s my girlfriend,” I scoffed, “Why else would I bring her?”

“Late-night booty call,” Gemma muttered, and my mum slapped her arm lightly. She extended her hand, “It’s very nice to meet you dear. I’m Anne. Harry’s told us all about you.”

“Has he?” Isabelle shook my mum’s hand, “And why is that a first I’m hearing of this?” Anne laughed as Isabelle continued, “It’s very nice to meet you. And you, Gemma,” she shook my sister’s hand in turn.

Gemma smiled wryly, “You’re not from around here, are you?” Isabelle shook her head, “No. I’m Canadian.”

“Ah!” Gem squealed, “Haz’s got himself a foreign girl!” I groaned,

“Gem, stop!” she smiled wickedly at me as my mum clapped her hands, “Well, we should get going! Do you want help putting your suitcases in the back?”

“We’ll be fine mum,” I said, and my mum nodded as she and Gemma each crossed to their doors and slid into the car while Isabelle and I opened the trunk of the van. I hoisted my suitcase in and then did the same with Isabelle’s. “Thanks,” she said, and I grinned at her. She smiled warmly as I pulled her to me. I was just about to kiss her when she gasped and danced out of my grip.

“Harry, no,” she laughed, “Not with your mom and sister right there!” she motioned to the minivan. I groaned as she slid into the middle aisle of seats and I sat down beside her. Gemma, who was sitting shotgun, turned around to face us and wiggled her eyebrows, “We’ll be at your hotel suite shortly. In other words, Harry’s childhood bedroom.”

Isabelle stifled a laugh while I shot Gem a murderous stare, but she just wiggled her eyebrows at me and stuck her tongue out. The car ride was full of questions, most coming from Gemma and my mum, directed to Isabelle. They wanted to know what life was like in Canada, and why Isabelle was here. When she told them timidly about her sister, they asked about her too.

I groaned, “Would you please stop being so nosy?” I asked, trying to rescue my girlfriend. Gemma scoffed, “We were just asking,” she rolled her eyes but the questions stopped. Finally, my mum rolled up to our home, a small flat, and helped us unload our suitcases. She hugged me again as I came out of the car, “I’m so glad you’re here sweetheart,” she said excitedly, “I’ve created an amazing Christmas dinner and everything!”

“Yes!” I pumped my fist. My mum’s turkey was amazing.

We entered the house and my mum immediately began fussing over small details, or tiny messes, “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t have time to clean before.” Isabelle shook her head, “It’s okay. It’s nothing compared to my home.” My mum smiled at her, and I could tell that she liked her a lot. I didn’t blame her.

Suddenly something dinged in the kitchen, and my mum said, “Oh! That’s dinner! Gem, would you please show Isabelle and Harry to their rooms?” Gemma nodded and led us to our bedrooms.

“I tried telling mum that you would prefer sleeping in the same bed,” Gemma explained, leading us through the halls, “But then she got all fussed about abstinence and the purity of one’s soul, so I just shut up,” she shot us a wicked grin, “But if you want to sleep in the same bed, I won’t stop you, as long as you’re quiet.”

I looked over at Isabelle and smiled when I saw her blush. I’d told her that she wouldn’t have to put up with Gem’s inappropriateness, but she seemed determined. So far, she was actually doing pretty well. Gemma led us to one bedroom, one that I recognized as our only guest bedroom. She motioned with her hand, “Voila! For you!”

Isabelle’s P.O.V

I stepped into the guest bedroom. The walls were painted a light shade of rose, and the bed was a double, with a white blanket. There was a dresser on the corner and a nightstand, both white as well, and when I looked up, I saw an intricate chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “This is really pretty,” I breathed, and Gemma laughed, “Yeah, I guess.” I set my suitcase down in the bedroom and followed Gemma and Harry to Harry’s bedroom. It was cute. Painted blue, with a sort of boyish flare to it, I could imagine a smaller Harry sleeping in it.

Just then, I heard Harry’s mom call from the kitchen, “Gemma! I need your help in here!” Gemma sighed but said, “I’d better go. I’ll be back.” She disappeared down the hall.

I stared at Harry as he set his baggage down and began walking around his room. “Been a long time?” I guessed. He turned and grinned at me, “You have no idea.” I smirked and crossed to where his dresser stood, and observed some of the pictures standing in frames.

“This,” I said, holding up a photo of Harry as a child, wearing a bra over his shirt, “Is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Harry turned, saw the photo, and laughed, “I was so stupid,” he said, smirking. I shook my head lightly, smiling, “I think it’s adorable,” I told him sincerely, and he chuckled. I set the photo down and continued looking at other pictures on his dresser; some were him as a baby, others were him and Gemma playing at the park. I smiled.
He spoke up from behind me, “So, what do you think of Gemma so far?” I turned to him, “She is very inappropriate. But she seems cool. I can handle the innuendos.” Harry smiled from halfway across the room, and I flashed him a thumbs up. He grinned, crossing over to me and I wrapped my arms around his torso, sighing. “This is going to be perfect,” I said.

He chuckled, “You weren’t so sure about it an hour ago, when you were telling me how nervous you were.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m hard to figure out,” I pointed out, repeating what he’d said on the jet. He grinned and set his chin on the crown of my head as I grabbed the collar of his jacket and slid it down his shoulders. He tensed for a moment, but then relaxed and I looked up at him, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head, “I’m just afraid that my mum’s going to come in and give us the whole ‘No sex before marriage’ lecture.” I giggled, “We’re not having sex,” I pointed out, nestling my head back into the crook of his neck. I noticed that I seemed to fit perfectly into that spot. I felt Harry chuckle, “No, but we are hugging. Remember, she’s old.”

I slapped his arm playfully, “You sir, are so mean.”
He snickered, “And you’re sexy.”

I felt blood rush to my cheeks and laughed nervously. I pretended to be fascinated with the dark blue curtains hanging from the rod above his window, but eventually Harry pulled back and I looked up at him reflexively. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said again, and he smiled at me. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his hungrily, holding his face in my hands. He grabbed my hips and crushed the last few inches between us like they were made of potato chips. His mouth was soft, and at that moment, I wished that I could stay like this forever.

“Well, well, well,” a voice said behind us, and I whipped around, only to find Gemma staring at us with a smirk plastered on her face, leaning against the doorframe. “Dammit Gemma,” Harry growled, “You always had a thing for bad timing.” Gemma laughed as I blushed deeply. How much of that had she seen?

“Um,” I said, searching for words, “We were just…”

“Exchanging saliva?” Gemma snickered, “Yeah, I can see that.” I stared at the ground and shuffled my feet as she grinned. “I just came by to let you know: Dinner is going to be ready in an hour.”

“Thanks,” Harry said bluntly, “Now would you mind leaving us alone?” Gemma smirked and left silently, and Harry went to the door, closed it and locked it just for extra measure. Then he turned back to me, looking sheepish. “Sorry about that. Gemma’s a huge pain in the arse. Where were we?” He grabbed my hips and was about to kiss me again, when I pulled away, “Actually,” I said, smiling timidly, “I think I should probably unpack.” Harry groaned,

“Aw come on. Don’t tell me that she rattled you up.”

“No,” I shook my head, “But she made me realise that it could be your mother next time. And I don’t exactly feel like explaining why we were kissing to the woman who gave birth to you. That’s awkward.” Harry grinned and pecked me on the lips before I could object, “We’re dating though,” he pointed out. I looked at him disapprovingly and he sighed. “Fine,” he said dramatically, “Go.”
I smiled at him and ruffled his hair, “That’s my boyfriend,” I told him, and laughed as he swore and tried to rearrange it back to the way it was before. He looked at me disapprovingly but smirked. I kissed his neck and walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it, and blew him a kiss before he could wrench me back in.

Notes

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