Out of Nowhere ***ON HOLD***
Chapter 5
- Harry's POV -
I get out of the taxi, saying a quick thanks to the driver as I check the directions Lauren texted me. I look around and I see an expanse of lush green trees as far as the eye can see lining the road and behind them crystal blue water. I stand at the edge of the road, in awe, letting the view wash over me. We have been to this city on tour three times, and never have I seen such beautiful landscapes here. I walk down the thin pathway that has been made through the trees from people treading across, listening to the brush of the leaves and the sounds of birds calling and all of a sudden the trees open out to a beautiful secluded beach.
I watch her sitting on a picnic rug her legs pulled up to her chest, staring out to the sea. The place she as picked is perfect, surrounded by trees it is like our own personal beach and I am once again in awe of her intelligence. I wait for a second just watching her trying to memorise how beautiful she looks. Her windswept wavy brown hair flying around her face, wearing denim shorts and a white lacy top and her tanned legs that seem to go forever.
I run my hand through my hair, take a deep breath before walking towards her. After a couple of steps her head snaps around to face me and she is up walking towards me pulling me into a hug.
“hey” I whisper, pulling her deeper into the hug.
When she breaks the hug I scan her face, she seems nervous. Her eyebrows furrow as she bites her lip. I look her up and down and I see a young girl no more than six years old hiding behind Lauren’s legs.
“I’m sorry,” Lauren states anxiously, watching my response to the little girl hiding behind her, “this is Jessie, my little sister. My parents are gone. Well they aren’t here at the moment. I mean there was no one to look after Jessie so I –“
“It’s okay” I half laugh breaking off her nervous rambling.
I kneel down in the sand “Hi Jessie, I’m Harry”
She mumbles a small hi shifting further behind her big sister.
“That’s a very pretty dress, Jessie”
“Tank you” she smiles running her hand over her dress, slowly inching out from behind her sister. “Laurie choose it”
“well, it looks lovely, just like you.”
“Tank you”
“How old are you?”
“six!” she states triumphantly holding out her hand and a thumb.
I laugh “Well you are quite a pretty young lady.”
“Just like Laurie?”
Laughing I look up at Lauren reply “Yes, just like Laurie” I watch as Lauren blushes, her eyes narrowing at my mocking of her nickname, but before I can say anything else I feel a tugging on my shirt.
“Are you Laurie’s boyfriend?”
I choke in surprise at the question my eyes widen as I look up to Lauren. Her blush deepens in her cheeks. “Jessie, go check my phone”
“Bu-“
“No, go Jessie. You can play one of the games.” she says firmly as the little girl turns and skips back to the picnic.
Lauren looks back at my groaning and covers her face “I’m so sorry”
I laugh pulling her hands away from her face looking into her deep brown eyes “It’s okay. She seems like a sweet kid”
“Yea she is. Thank you so much for being so nice to her. Some of the other guys I have...they just never would’ve bothered saying hi to her.”
“Its fine. No offence, but if a guy can’t be nice to a kid like that I think they might be a bit of a douche”
She laughs “yea, they were”
Searching her face I ask “So, does that mean I am your boyfriend?” a smirk tugging at the edges of my lips
“I don’t know, what do you think?” she says softly taking a step closer.
“well, that depends” I reply with a mischievous smile
“On what?”
“On this”
I lean in before she can say anything and gently press my lips to hers. She deepens the kiss and I respond running my tongue over her lower lip, savoring everything, from the softness of her lips to the slight taste of strawberries.
I break the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. “well?” My mind races, this is all moving so fast, but we text each other all the time, the conversation flowing so easily. And I am not here for long, but I don’t want to push her and scare her away. My mind spins at a million miles an hour, unconsciously holding my breath waiting for her response.
“yes.” She sighs
I smile leaning back looking her in her eyes still holding her hands “Okay” My grin widening.
“On one condition,” she adds cheekily, “that I bet I could dunk you in the water first.”
“No way!” I laugh grabbing her waist, but she quickly wriggles out of my grip running barefoot towards the water.
I kick of my shoes and chase her calling out, “Jessie! Get your sister!”
I laugh has the little strawberry blonde girl runs giggling towards the water
After much splashing and getting soaked, Lauren and I end up sitting on the picnic rug on the sand.
Lauren rests her head on my shoulder looking out the ocean watching the sea catch on fire from the suns light.
I watch Jessie run back and forth, throwing pieces of bread to the seagulls before chasing them around the sand castles she has built.
“Where are your parents?” I ask, her vague ramblings from before, playing on my mind.
She sighs, lifting her head from my shoulder.
“Its okay. You don’t have to tell me I just…” I trail off not too sure what to say.
“No its fine. Its just... I don’t know”
“I don’t understand”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time” gently nudging her
She looks at me searching my eyes. She sighs, runs her hand through her hair and closes her eyes.
“Okay.” She states so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.
“My parents are both, I guess you could say ex-spies. My dad was sort of like secret service, but he did a bit more than that, and my mum was an intelligence agent. They actually met on an operation, fell in love and got married. Like some corny rom com. Anyway, then I came along and they decided they didn’t really want to raise a kid whilst doing operations. So, they downgraded their jobs taking safer ones instead, where they worked day shifts so that they could raise me... There was the occasional mission, but never the two of them at the same time and they always knew when they were going, when they would be back and where they were going.” She shifts her face turning to me.
I can see the worry in her eyes and the furrowing of her eyebrows, but I don’t say anything, sensing that she needs me to just listen.
“This morning at five a.m. they just came into my room, saying they had to go. They didn’t know for how long or anything. I asked and asked They wouldn’t tell me anything! Just look after Jess. That was it….” She pauses again. I place my hand over hers trying to reassure her. “I tried looking around in their room and home office but I couldn't find anything. I just have to find out what is going on, why I was being followed the other day. Oh, and how to look after a six year old all by myself! Harry, I don’t know what to do...I'm so...lost...”
I pull her into a hug, just trying to calm her and let her know that I am here for her. As I pull away, I place my arms on her shoulders, looking into her eyes
“If you need anything I am here for you. Anything at all. Just call me I will help as much as I can.” meaning it with all my heart. I would do anything to make sure that worry in her eyes disappears
“thank you.” She sighs. Leaning into my arms. She startles when she hears Jessie sneeze, concern for her sister clouding her features. “It’s getting cold,” she says “we should probably start heading back to my place. You ready?”
“Yea” but in my mind that yes isn't just for now but for whatever this relationship turns out to be
- Lauren’s POV -
I hold open the door as he carries a sleeping Jessie into the room. She must’ve fallen asleep in the car, so he straight away carefully picked her up from the car, without me saying anything. I literally cannot stop smiling like an idiot. How can one person be so amazing? And also being able to connect with little kids just makes him another ten times hotter. God Lauren don't be a soppy romantic. Have some more dignity. I point over to the nearest couch as I shut the door behind us hanging up the keys, smiling to myself as his words Anything at all. Keep playing over in my head. Ugh, my brain is a soppy embarrassment.
I smile as I watch him gently placing her on the couch. I grab the throw rug from the armchair and gently place it over Jessie, before grabbing Harry’s hand and leading him out of the room.
“Thank you” I sigh, once where out of earshot for Jessie.
He smiles, “so, where are you taking me?”
“I believe I promised I could whip your arse in a fight?”
“I remember something like that, but the other way around I think.”
I just laugh opening a door that led down to the basement.
“You are not planning to kill me and hide my dead body in your basement are you?”
“Come on,” I reply rolling my eyes. Turning the lights on as I walk down the stairs.
I turn around as we reach the basement watching him take it in. The basement is huge and a fully decked out work out room. I watch his eyes glance over the wall that is entirely a mirror, around to the treadmill, the exercise bike and rowing machine, to the wall that had a variety of training weapons hanging up on it, and finally to the corner of the room where a white tape square is marked and inside is blue cushioning mats to break your fall.
He slowly spins around, eyes wide with child-like wonder whispering “woah” under his breath.
I laugh “one of the perks of being an ex-spies kid. They train you. In epic facilities”
I walk over into marked square, bouncing on the ground. “So, are you still up for it?”
“Hell yes” he replies making his way over to join me.
“Ok, weapon or no weapon?”
He looks at the wall his eyes darting across each item before finally deciding “No weapon.”
“Ok. Rules then. No head shots. If you end up on the ground you lose that round. Or if you end up outside the square. Fair?”
“Fair. But also if you lose a round you lose one item of clothing, your choice. Deal?”
“What like strip poker? Oh you are on!”
He makes his way over to the center of the square but first I quickly take out my phone and connect it to the speakers in the room placing my phone on the stairs as the music starts to play.
He raises his eyebrows at me. “What? Music helps me get in the right headspace” I smile cheekily as I meet him in the square.
“Ready?”
“Ready”
I bring my hands up into a defence position bending my knees, my feet shoulder width apart for the most stability. I watch him do the same and its obvious that he has had training in some hand-to-hand combat. I watch him carefully, letting my training take over. I can tell that he is hesitant to make the first move so I sweep my hand around, contacting him on his side with just enough force to let him know that I am not weak, but not hard enough to hurt. He makes a fast swing and I duck the move just barely moving out of the way in time. He has had a lot more training than I would’ve thought. I slowly edge him towards the side of the square. He takes a few more hits before I sweep my foot out so that he lands on his back.
“Round 1 to me!” I triumphantly raise my hand in the air, as he laughs at my dorky victory dance.
I hold out my hand to help him up and make my way back to the center of the ring. He starts to take his defensive stance again, but I hold up my hand “Ah, I do believe you owe me a shirt”
A smirk plays on the edge of his mouth as he lifts the shirt above his head throwing it to the side. I can’t help it I slowly look down over his well defined chest, subconsciously biting my lip. He can tell that he has definitely affected me as he slowly takes a few steps towards me, his arms wrapping around my waist, but in one swift move he knocks off my feet and I am suddenly looking up at the ceiling.
“Round 2!” He shouts, before breaking into laughter.
“So not fair!” but he just laughs harder not helping me up
“So, I believe you owe me a shirt now ?”
I freeze. I slowly lift my shirt over my head throwing it to the side. I suddenly feel so self conscious scared that he'll think I'm ugly or good enough , but I hear him gasp slightly and all my inhibitions instantly disappear as I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss. It is more passionate and intense than any of the others, desperately my hands run over his warm skin and his rest on my waist causing shivers to run up and down my spine. Somehow we have ended up on the floor, me straddling his lap, and him sitting up into the kiss. Our foreheads rest together, but our hands keep moving up and down each other. I whisper “round 3 to me”
And he laughs deeply in the back of his throat, which turns into a moan when I roll my hips. He pulls me back into the kiss my hands tangled in his hair and his hands cup my breasts over my bra and now I’m moaning. I kiss him deeper running my tongue of his lower lip as my hands move down his defined back. Suddenly the music stops and we break apart from the kiss. My head spins around, still sitting on his lap and I see my little sister standing on the stair my phone in her hands.
“What you doin?” her eyes wide taking in the scene in front of her.
I go to stand and rush her out of the room, but Harry’s hands on my hips keep my firmly sitting on his lap.
I turn my head around to look at him but he just whispers “I don’t think your little sister wants to see my situation”
I search his face trying to understand his meaning, my eyes widening once I realize “Seriously Harry?!”
“sorry” he whispers sheepishly.
“Jessie! Get out!”
“No! You’re not the boss of me!”
“Jessie! Get. Out.”
“No!”
“Jessica go upstairs now!”
She just stares back at me defiant.
I groan rubbing my face with my hands “I’ll buy you an ice cream if you go up stairs now”
“Okay” she replies happily skipping back up the stairs
“she is going to be the death of me.” I groan standing up to put my shirt back on.
Harry just laughs as he does the same, and attempts to pat his hair back down to normal.
“It’s getting late, I should probably start heading back.”
I sigh, picking up my phone from the stairs “yeah, you’re security guard probably wants to go home anyway.” I reply starting to walk up the stairs
“what security guard?” his eyebrows furrow as he looks at me
“the one that was watching from a distance at the beach. Then followed us to here…” I trail off uncertain.
“but I took a taxi to the beach”
“they must've followed you”
“god, can’t I get any privacy!”
I stop at the front door leaning my back against it “they’re just trying to keep you safe, Harry”
He sighs stepping in closer to me “I know, I just…I wish it could be just us”
He takes another step closer his face millimeters from mine, Jessie comes running into the room. I sigh, Why Jessie Why?!
He just laughs leaning down to pick her up and spins her around, while she giggles, her hair flying out behind her. He puts her down mock bowing “Goodbye Princess Jessica”
Causing her to giggle and once again I am hit with another wave of emotions at how amazing he is with her. Wishing I could just grab him and push him against the door and kiss him senseless. God, Lauren you are a mess
“Bye, Styles” I smile, trying to regain my compusure
“Bye, Lauren” He kisses me lightly on the cheek before walking out.
I watch him make his way over to the security guard waiting across the street, he slaps the man's hand and pats him on the back obviously close with him.
I stand at the door my arms draped down over Jessie’s shoulders watching him drive away, the same thought spinning round in my mind over and over again, please let this stay good as long as possible. But deep down I know nothing can be this good forever.
I get out of the taxi, saying a quick thanks to the driver as I check the directions Lauren texted me. I look around and I see an expanse of lush green trees as far as the eye can see lining the road and behind them crystal blue water. I stand at the edge of the road, in awe, letting the view wash over me. We have been to this city on tour three times, and never have I seen such beautiful landscapes here. I walk down the thin pathway that has been made through the trees from people treading across, listening to the brush of the leaves and the sounds of birds calling and all of a sudden the trees open out to a beautiful secluded beach.
I watch her sitting on a picnic rug her legs pulled up to her chest, staring out to the sea. The place she as picked is perfect, surrounded by trees it is like our own personal beach and I am once again in awe of her intelligence. I wait for a second just watching her trying to memorise how beautiful she looks. Her windswept wavy brown hair flying around her face, wearing denim shorts and a white lacy top and her tanned legs that seem to go forever.
I run my hand through my hair, take a deep breath before walking towards her. After a couple of steps her head snaps around to face me and she is up walking towards me pulling me into a hug.
“hey” I whisper, pulling her deeper into the hug.
When she breaks the hug I scan her face, she seems nervous. Her eyebrows furrow as she bites her lip. I look her up and down and I see a young girl no more than six years old hiding behind Lauren’s legs.
“I’m sorry,” Lauren states anxiously, watching my response to the little girl hiding behind her, “this is Jessie, my little sister. My parents are gone. Well they aren’t here at the moment. I mean there was no one to look after Jessie so I –“
“It’s okay” I half laugh breaking off her nervous rambling.
I kneel down in the sand “Hi Jessie, I’m Harry”
She mumbles a small hi shifting further behind her big sister.
“That’s a very pretty dress, Jessie”
“Tank you” she smiles running her hand over her dress, slowly inching out from behind her sister. “Laurie choose it”
“well, it looks lovely, just like you.”
“Tank you”
“How old are you?”
“six!” she states triumphantly holding out her hand and a thumb.
I laugh “Well you are quite a pretty young lady.”
“Just like Laurie?”
Laughing I look up at Lauren reply “Yes, just like Laurie” I watch as Lauren blushes, her eyes narrowing at my mocking of her nickname, but before I can say anything else I feel a tugging on my shirt.
“Are you Laurie’s boyfriend?”
I choke in surprise at the question my eyes widen as I look up to Lauren. Her blush deepens in her cheeks. “Jessie, go check my phone”
“Bu-“
“No, go Jessie. You can play one of the games.” she says firmly as the little girl turns and skips back to the picnic.
Lauren looks back at my groaning and covers her face “I’m so sorry”
I laugh pulling her hands away from her face looking into her deep brown eyes “It’s okay. She seems like a sweet kid”
“Yea she is. Thank you so much for being so nice to her. Some of the other guys I have...they just never would’ve bothered saying hi to her.”
“Its fine. No offence, but if a guy can’t be nice to a kid like that I think they might be a bit of a douche”
She laughs “yea, they were”
Searching her face I ask “So, does that mean I am your boyfriend?” a smirk tugging at the edges of my lips
“I don’t know, what do you think?” she says softly taking a step closer.
“well, that depends” I reply with a mischievous smile
“On what?”
“On this”
I lean in before she can say anything and gently press my lips to hers. She deepens the kiss and I respond running my tongue over her lower lip, savoring everything, from the softness of her lips to the slight taste of strawberries.
I break the kiss, resting my forehead against hers. “well?” My mind races, this is all moving so fast, but we text each other all the time, the conversation flowing so easily. And I am not here for long, but I don’t want to push her and scare her away. My mind spins at a million miles an hour, unconsciously holding my breath waiting for her response.
“yes.” She sighs
I smile leaning back looking her in her eyes still holding her hands “Okay” My grin widening.
“On one condition,” she adds cheekily, “that I bet I could dunk you in the water first.”
“No way!” I laugh grabbing her waist, but she quickly wriggles out of my grip running barefoot towards the water.
I kick of my shoes and chase her calling out, “Jessie! Get your sister!”
I laugh has the little strawberry blonde girl runs giggling towards the water
After much splashing and getting soaked, Lauren and I end up sitting on the picnic rug on the sand.
Lauren rests her head on my shoulder looking out the ocean watching the sea catch on fire from the suns light.
I watch Jessie run back and forth, throwing pieces of bread to the seagulls before chasing them around the sand castles she has built.
“Where are your parents?” I ask, her vague ramblings from before, playing on my mind.
She sighs, lifting her head from my shoulder.
“Its okay. You don’t have to tell me I just…” I trail off not too sure what to say.
“No its fine. Its just... I don’t know”
“I don’t understand”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time” gently nudging her
She looks at me searching my eyes. She sighs, runs her hand through her hair and closes her eyes.
“Okay.” She states so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.
“My parents are both, I guess you could say ex-spies. My dad was sort of like secret service, but he did a bit more than that, and my mum was an intelligence agent. They actually met on an operation, fell in love and got married. Like some corny rom com. Anyway, then I came along and they decided they didn’t really want to raise a kid whilst doing operations. So, they downgraded their jobs taking safer ones instead, where they worked day shifts so that they could raise me... There was the occasional mission, but never the two of them at the same time and they always knew when they were going, when they would be back and where they were going.” She shifts her face turning to me.
I can see the worry in her eyes and the furrowing of her eyebrows, but I don’t say anything, sensing that she needs me to just listen.
“This morning at five a.m. they just came into my room, saying they had to go. They didn’t know for how long or anything. I asked and asked They wouldn’t tell me anything! Just look after Jess. That was it….” She pauses again. I place my hand over hers trying to reassure her. “I tried looking around in their room and home office but I couldn't find anything. I just have to find out what is going on, why I was being followed the other day. Oh, and how to look after a six year old all by myself! Harry, I don’t know what to do...I'm so...lost...”
I pull her into a hug, just trying to calm her and let her know that I am here for her. As I pull away, I place my arms on her shoulders, looking into her eyes
“If you need anything I am here for you. Anything at all. Just call me I will help as much as I can.” meaning it with all my heart. I would do anything to make sure that worry in her eyes disappears
“thank you.” She sighs. Leaning into my arms. She startles when she hears Jessie sneeze, concern for her sister clouding her features. “It’s getting cold,” she says “we should probably start heading back to my place. You ready?”
“Yea” but in my mind that yes isn't just for now but for whatever this relationship turns out to be
- Lauren’s POV -
I hold open the door as he carries a sleeping Jessie into the room. She must’ve fallen asleep in the car, so he straight away carefully picked her up from the car, without me saying anything. I literally cannot stop smiling like an idiot. How can one person be so amazing? And also being able to connect with little kids just makes him another ten times hotter. God Lauren don't be a soppy romantic. Have some more dignity. I point over to the nearest couch as I shut the door behind us hanging up the keys, smiling to myself as his words Anything at all. Keep playing over in my head. Ugh, my brain is a soppy embarrassment.
I smile as I watch him gently placing her on the couch. I grab the throw rug from the armchair and gently place it over Jessie, before grabbing Harry’s hand and leading him out of the room.
“Thank you” I sigh, once where out of earshot for Jessie.
He smiles, “so, where are you taking me?”
“I believe I promised I could whip your arse in a fight?”
“I remember something like that, but the other way around I think.”
I just laugh opening a door that led down to the basement.
“You are not planning to kill me and hide my dead body in your basement are you?”
“Come on,” I reply rolling my eyes. Turning the lights on as I walk down the stairs.
I turn around as we reach the basement watching him take it in. The basement is huge and a fully decked out work out room. I watch his eyes glance over the wall that is entirely a mirror, around to the treadmill, the exercise bike and rowing machine, to the wall that had a variety of training weapons hanging up on it, and finally to the corner of the room where a white tape square is marked and inside is blue cushioning mats to break your fall.
He slowly spins around, eyes wide with child-like wonder whispering “woah” under his breath.
I laugh “one of the perks of being an ex-spies kid. They train you. In epic facilities”
I walk over into marked square, bouncing on the ground. “So, are you still up for it?”
“Hell yes” he replies making his way over to join me.
“Ok, weapon or no weapon?”
He looks at the wall his eyes darting across each item before finally deciding “No weapon.”
“Ok. Rules then. No head shots. If you end up on the ground you lose that round. Or if you end up outside the square. Fair?”
“Fair. But also if you lose a round you lose one item of clothing, your choice. Deal?”
“What like strip poker? Oh you are on!”
He makes his way over to the center of the square but first I quickly take out my phone and connect it to the speakers in the room placing my phone on the stairs as the music starts to play.
He raises his eyebrows at me. “What? Music helps me get in the right headspace” I smile cheekily as I meet him in the square.
“Ready?”
“Ready”
I bring my hands up into a defence position bending my knees, my feet shoulder width apart for the most stability. I watch him do the same and its obvious that he has had training in some hand-to-hand combat. I watch him carefully, letting my training take over. I can tell that he is hesitant to make the first move so I sweep my hand around, contacting him on his side with just enough force to let him know that I am not weak, but not hard enough to hurt. He makes a fast swing and I duck the move just barely moving out of the way in time. He has had a lot more training than I would’ve thought. I slowly edge him towards the side of the square. He takes a few more hits before I sweep my foot out so that he lands on his back.
“Round 1 to me!” I triumphantly raise my hand in the air, as he laughs at my dorky victory dance.
I hold out my hand to help him up and make my way back to the center of the ring. He starts to take his defensive stance again, but I hold up my hand “Ah, I do believe you owe me a shirt”
A smirk plays on the edge of his mouth as he lifts the shirt above his head throwing it to the side. I can’t help it I slowly look down over his well defined chest, subconsciously biting my lip. He can tell that he has definitely affected me as he slowly takes a few steps towards me, his arms wrapping around my waist, but in one swift move he knocks off my feet and I am suddenly looking up at the ceiling.
“Round 2!” He shouts, before breaking into laughter.
“So not fair!” but he just laughs harder not helping me up
“So, I believe you owe me a shirt now ?”
I freeze. I slowly lift my shirt over my head throwing it to the side. I suddenly feel so self conscious scared that he'll think I'm ugly or good enough , but I hear him gasp slightly and all my inhibitions instantly disappear as I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss. It is more passionate and intense than any of the others, desperately my hands run over his warm skin and his rest on my waist causing shivers to run up and down my spine. Somehow we have ended up on the floor, me straddling his lap, and him sitting up into the kiss. Our foreheads rest together, but our hands keep moving up and down each other. I whisper “round 3 to me”
And he laughs deeply in the back of his throat, which turns into a moan when I roll my hips. He pulls me back into the kiss my hands tangled in his hair and his hands cup my breasts over my bra and now I’m moaning. I kiss him deeper running my tongue of his lower lip as my hands move down his defined back. Suddenly the music stops and we break apart from the kiss. My head spins around, still sitting on his lap and I see my little sister standing on the stair my phone in her hands.
“What you doin?” her eyes wide taking in the scene in front of her.
I go to stand and rush her out of the room, but Harry’s hands on my hips keep my firmly sitting on his lap.
I turn my head around to look at him but he just whispers “I don’t think your little sister wants to see my situation”
I search his face trying to understand his meaning, my eyes widening once I realize “Seriously Harry?!”
“sorry” he whispers sheepishly.
“Jessie! Get out!”
“No! You’re not the boss of me!”
“Jessie! Get. Out.”
“No!”
“Jessica go upstairs now!”
She just stares back at me defiant.
I groan rubbing my face with my hands “I’ll buy you an ice cream if you go up stairs now”
“Okay” she replies happily skipping back up the stairs
“she is going to be the death of me.” I groan standing up to put my shirt back on.
Harry just laughs as he does the same, and attempts to pat his hair back down to normal.
“It’s getting late, I should probably start heading back.”
I sigh, picking up my phone from the stairs “yeah, you’re security guard probably wants to go home anyway.” I reply starting to walk up the stairs
“what security guard?” his eyebrows furrow as he looks at me
“the one that was watching from a distance at the beach. Then followed us to here…” I trail off uncertain.
“but I took a taxi to the beach”
“they must've followed you”
“god, can’t I get any privacy!”
I stop at the front door leaning my back against it “they’re just trying to keep you safe, Harry”
He sighs stepping in closer to me “I know, I just…I wish it could be just us”
He takes another step closer his face millimeters from mine, Jessie comes running into the room. I sigh, Why Jessie Why?!
He just laughs leaning down to pick her up and spins her around, while she giggles, her hair flying out behind her. He puts her down mock bowing “Goodbye Princess Jessica”
Causing her to giggle and once again I am hit with another wave of emotions at how amazing he is with her. Wishing I could just grab him and push him against the door and kiss him senseless. God, Lauren you are a mess
“Bye, Styles” I smile, trying to regain my compusure
“Bye, Lauren” He kisses me lightly on the cheek before walking out.
I watch him make his way over to the security guard waiting across the street, he slaps the man's hand and pats him on the back obviously close with him.
I stand at the door my arms draped down over Jessie’s shoulders watching him drive away, the same thought spinning round in my mind over and over again, please let this stay good as long as possible. But deep down I know nothing can be this good forever.
Notes
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