Isabelle's P.O.V

Harry and I stepped out of the shower. I blushed, still not believing what he’d just done to me. We’d been under the water for about forty minutes, and finally, when the shower had begun to run cold, he’d suggested we’d get out.

I reached for two towels, handing one to him, and quickly covering myself up. I still didn’t feel entirely comfortable being bare around him.

He wrapped the towel around his waist. It hung low on his hips, and he frowned, obviously realising what I was thinking.

“Hey,” he said; his eyes slightly angry. He stepped closer to me and lifted my chin up so that my eyes met his. I pursed my lips, looking away.

“That was beautiful,” he told me quietly, “You’re beautiful.”

I blushed even deeper and he kissed my forehead. We quickly dried off and I pulled my clothes back on, combing through my hair with my fingers and tying it in a low, messy, wet bun. Some water droplets dripped down my back, making me squirm.

“Come on,” Harry told me, “I have a surprise for you.”

I took his outstretched hand and he led me into his bedroom. The lighting was dim, soft music wafted out from a stereo that he’d placed on the floor. A picnic blanket was laid out. There we two large candles, a bouquet of roses, and two dishes with an elegant steak on each. Rose petals were scattered along the floor.

“Oh,” I squeaked, and Harry chuckled, pulling me to him. His hand came up and the pad of his thumb traced along my bottom lip. My chest rose and fell heavily.

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered, pressing his forehead to mine, his hot breath fanning my face, “And I love you. So fucking much.”

I giggled when he cursed, and simply wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a long, lingering kiss. When we broke apart, we both smiled like two idiots completely in love; which we were.

“We’re not having problems, right?” I asked him, sitting down on the picnic blanket. He slid down beside me.

“We most certainly are not,” he emphasized, and I smiled to myself, looking down at the steak resting in my plate, happy with his answer. I didn’t want to be having problems, because that made my stomach flip in a bad way.

“I love you,” I said, turning my head to the side, where he lay down, propped up by his elbows, “And thank you,” I added, grinning widely. He shot me a cute, dimpled smile, and I couldn’t resist it any longer. I abandoned my steak and lumbered on top of him messily, just wanting to kiss him.

Our lips collided in a sloppy, passionate kiss. I planted my knees on the ground beside his waist, hovering over him and kissing the shit out of him. I loved this sexy, adorable, cheeky, sarcastic man so much, and I wanted to show him. I was so pissed about the fact that I couldn’t have sex with him yet, but what we’d just done in the shower had reassured me that we were getting there. The process was slow, but it had finally begun.

I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to feel just how much he loved me, to witness him make love to me. It would be the most passionate, pleasurable experience of my life, and I couldn’t wait until it had come to pass with Harry. It would be perfect. Slow, loving, sweet. All of the best qualities, and I would get to share this intimate moment with the boy that I was so desperately, irrevocably in love with.

He rolled us over, away from the picnic, so that we wouldn’t knock anything over. I was now on the bottom, not knowing what to do with my hands. It seemed as though his fingers were everywhere. On my face, in my hair, sweeping up and down my sides, pressed firmly into my hips, digging into my thighs. I simply was gripping his hair, grabbing fistfuls of his curls, wishing that I could never let go of him.

“You’re so perfect,” Harry muttered aggressively against my mouth. I sighed, and he pulled back. I tried not to pout and look too disappointed. But all of my disappointment flew out the window once I saw the way he looked at me. His eyes were soft, and he traced the outline of my slightly swollen bottom lip, “You are,” he told me, as if he was trying to sear the words into my brain, “You’re beautiful, gorgeous, adorable, hilarious, intelligent, and innocent. I could go on.”

“Don’t,” I breathed, my fingers slipping to the nape of his neck, where I tugged his face down to mine desperately, “Just kiss me.”

He chuckled but complied. But this kiss wasn’t like before. He simply pecked my lips sweetly, no tongue, just touching our mouths together. I loved it.

Suddenly his phone rang.

We broke apart, and he swore, sitting back and fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. I sat up, watching him answer. He brought the phone to his ear, and it disappeared under the mess of curls hanging from the side of his head.

“Hello?” he asked, his brow furrowing. I smiled at the sight of the crease between his eyebrows, and crawled over to him, using the pad of my thumb to smooth it out. It disappeared once he smirked at me, the phone still in his grasp.

“Yeah, Lou, hi. How are you?” he waited intently for a reply.

“That’s great!” he said suddenly, breaking into a wide grin, “When? Tomorrow?” Another pause, “Awesome. I’ll be there. I can’t wait. Yeah.”

Suddenly his face became serious. But then he smirked, “Yeah, I know. I’m excited for you to meet her too. And Lux. Thanks Lou. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up and sighed, grinning widely. I arched my eyebrows in a silent question.

“That was Lou Teasdale,” he explained, still beaming, “Our makeup specialist. You know her, don’t you?”

I nodded, and he continued, “Well, she went on a little vacation, since we’re currently not on tour, and she took her baby Lux with her. But they’re coming back early. I’m going to pick them up at the airport tomorrow.”

I smiled too now, “That’s great Harry! Why’d they come back early?”

He smirked, “Because they wanted to meet you.” My jaw dropped. A woman and her baby had taken time off from their vacation, just so they could meet me? That was a total waste of a good vacation! What if they hated me? I suddenly felt extremely guilty.

“What?” I asked disbelievingly, “Why the hell would they do that? Call her back, tell her not to!” Harry just chuckled, “Too late. She’s already booked the plane tickets, and she’s really excited.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, suddenly feeling very nervous. What if Lou didn’t like me? That would be horrible; she would have cancelled her vacation for nothing. I was tired of trying to make a good first impression and impress people. I thought I was done with that, but apparently, when you’re around One Direction, you meet new people every day.

Harry chuckled again, scooting close to me.

He caressed my cheek with his hand, smirking, “Don’t worry baby. They’ll love you. I do.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. Even though he’d told me millions of times, every time he told me how he felt about me, my insides turned to liquid and I smiled stupidly. He just had that effect on me, and the ironic thing was that he only realised it somewhat. He really had no idea the full extent of his ‘powers’.

“Thanks,” I said, still not feeling relieved in the slightest.

He smirked, obviously still realising that I wouldn’t stop worrying, and leaned in to peck me quickly. Then he scrambled over to his side of the picnic blanket, picking up a fork and a knife, “We should probably eat. Don’t want our food getting cold now, do we?” I blushed and shook my head silently, slowly making my way over to my plate.

We ate in silence, neither of us speaking, but it wasn’t the kind of awkward silence that you get, with only the sounds of utensils scraping against porcelain plates. I found the silence comforting, and reassuring, and I smiled down at my plate. Harry chuckled, “Is the meat really that good?”

I blushed, the fact that he’d seen my smile finally dawning on me. “It’s not the meat,” I mumbled lightly, my cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. I cursed myself for always blushing so much. Why did I always have to blush? It had always been something that I couldn’t control.

“You’re cute when you blush,” Harry noted cutely, always seeming to read my mind. Damn him and his amazing ability to analyze people with such specification. He was always spot-on, how was that possible?

“I’m really not,” I answered truthfully. He shook his head, cutting a piece of steak and guiding the fork into his mouth. Fuck that was hot. Everything he did was so sexy and adorable. He always turned me on by doing the slightest things, like running his hands through his hair or chewing on his lip while he thought intently.

“You really are,” he replied in a mocking tone. I blushed again, and he snickered, “See?”

“I only do that when you’re around,” I told him boldly, and even I was surprised at how confident I sounded, which was usually something I lacked.

He smirked deviously at me, “I like that I have that effect on you,” he said, seeming lost in thought, “Well, that, and some other things of course.”

I got the hint, and I reached over the candles and the bouquet of roses in the vase, smacking his arm lightly, “Harry! That’s dirty, shut it!” He laughed a gorgeous, full laugh that made my heart somersault and my brain melt.

“S—stop it,” I stuttered, hating how I couldn’t think clearly whenever I was around him. He slowly caught his breath and gave me a long, meaningful stare before cracking a smile, “Don’t lie, you loved it.”

I thought about it for a moment, weighing my options, before beaming at him and nodding, breathily laughing, “You’re right, I did.”

Notes

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