**Gemma’s POV**

“So, what’s happening there?” Niall asked. We were both watching Harry and Nicky sleeping on each other on the sofa of the bus.They both had their hoods pulled up over their heads and Nicky was curled into his chest and he had his arms around her, his head resting on hers. I walked over and tossed a blanket over the both of them and whispered,

“Not sure exactly. He took her up on the roof last night and well, since then…we have this.” I said gesturing to the two of them on the sofa.“She didn’t say much, except that he was ‘perfect.’ I know they kissed, but that’s all I know.”

“They’ve both been all smiles all day today.” He said pulling a beer from the refrigerator.

“It’s about time for both of them. You don’t know Nicky like I do, but she’s had about as much luck has he’s had.”

“Really?”

“She’s only dated two other guys in her life. Her high school boyfriend, who wanted to marry her, and a guy she dated last year, but it didn’t work out. They wanted her to change too much, I think.”

Niall nodded and looked over at the sleeping couple.

“Who would’ve thought a girl in cowboy boots and a Dallas Cowboys hoodie would be the one for him”

“I knew.” I grinned at him.

**Nicky’s POV**

The flight to London was pretty comfortable. I was expecting to be on a commercial plane, but they had a private jet. It was all pretty surreal to me. I sat across from Gemma, who was on her laptop, and Harry was next to me, reading. I was just looking out the window, watching the clouds.

The past few days had been a bit of a whirlwind for me. We had two days in Boston before the last concert so Harry and I spent a lot of that time together. Some time working, we’d made some basic plans to get the foundation’s name out there and to find what charities we wanted to associate with. But we also tried to just spend time together. Even after our revelation on the roof, we weren’t sure what was happening between us yet. There was still had so much to learn about each other. We were taking baby steps. We both knew we needed to be careful, so as not to ruin everything we were working towards. But, I was definitely very into him, and he seemed to be with me as well. When we were alone, or with Gem and the guys, we could hold hands, cuddle, and just be ourselves. As hard as it was, I made sure not to be too close to him anytime we were out in public. With all the paps and fans around, I just learned to just keep my head down and not answer any questions. Harry was always very kind to the fans and posed for as many selfies as he could. Though, I have to admit, the fans were very perceptive. I suddenly had and influx of followers on Twitter. Most were respectful, others not so much.

Harry put his book down and asked me, “You want a drink? I need water.” I smiled at him,

“Water sounds good. Thanks.” Then he stood up to get us drinks and just move around I think. I looked over at Gemma, who was grinning at me.

“What?”

“He didn’t ask me if I wanted anything.” I blushed and looked out the window. She tapped her foot against mine and I looked at her and she said, “You seem happy. My brother still making you smile?” I couldn’t help but smile and said,

“Yeah, he’s not doing a bad job.You know you are as subtle as brick to the forehead, right?” She just shrugged and said,

“Two people I love that I think deserve some happiness. Nothing wrong with that.” I grinned at her as Harry sat back down, handing me my water, and a bottle to Gemma as well. She and I both started laughing.

“What?”, he asked confused.

For whatever reason his bewildered look just made us laugh harder. Gemma and I both were doubled over laughing and couldn’t stop. He just shook his head and went back to his book.

Gemma eventually closed her laptop and leaned the seat back and fell asleep. I envied her ability to do that. I always had problems sleeping when I had to fly. I wasn’t scared, but I couldn’t seem to relax enough to sleep. When their flight attendant dimmed the lights, I just kept staring out the window while everyone seemed to be settling down. Harry lifted the arm rest between us and leaned over to my and whispered in my ear,

“Are you not going to try and sleep, Nichole?”I turned to him and smiled,

“Are you?” He gave me a cheeky grin and said,

“I slept fairly well on the bus. I think I can manage it now, if you help me.”

“Oh? And what could I do to help Mr. Styles?” I said quietly, grinning at him.He kissed my cheek softly and pulled me over to him, leaving his arm around my shoulder.I settled my head on his chest and closed my eyes, taking in his scent. It was so damn intoxicating. I let my arm settle across his waist as he kissed the top of my head.

“Just stay here like this,” he said, pulling a light blanket over the two of us.

**Harry’s POV**

I stood under the shower letting the warm water run over me. I let my mind wander to thoughts of Nichole. Her laughing at my stupid jokes, the feel of her body cuddled into me on the plane, her lips on mine. It was too much. I couldn’t help where my mind went. Those lips on my cock, the little whines when we kissed became moans when I thought of her body beneath mine. Those damn thighs in those jeans while we were riding horses at her family ranch, I imagined how they would feel wrapped around my waist as I pushed myself into her. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking like this about her, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her. With one hand on the shower wall and the other stroking myself, I could hear her moaning my name. My whole body shook as I groaned out loud , Nichole’s name spilled from my lips as I came over my hand. It took me a few minutes to regain enough balance to move. I reached over and turned the water off. And stepped out of the shower, I caught my reflection in the mirror as I wrapped a towel around my waist. All I could think of was Louis’ comment to me when he met Nichole for the first time.

“You are so screwed, mate.”

**Nicky’s POV**

I walked in behind Gemma, looking around. It was hard to believe that we’d been friends this long and I had never visited her house. Of course she’d been to the ranch a few times and we met up in different places around the states, but I had never made it over to London before now. She’d sent me pictures when she moved in. So I had a general idea where everything was. She pointed up the stairs and said,

“Your room is at the top and to the right, mines on the left and the bathroom is yours. I have the en suite so that one is all yours.” I nodded and picked started dragging my things upstairs. Gemma came up behind me and took one from me, “You don’t have to do this all in one go, you know?” We got to the top of the stairs and I opened the door and was blown away.

“Oh my god. Gemma…”

“Little brother did good, yeah?”

The room was painted a light lavender like my room at the ranch. Multi colored sheer curtains hung from wrought iron rods over the windows that were covered by wooden blinds. The bed had a gorgeous old wood headboard and footboard that were slightly distressed looking. And on the bed was the quilt I had shipped over ahead of me. A multi colored handmade quilt that my Nanna Charlotte had made for me. My piece of home in this country. I looked around the room and noticed that some of my pictures of my family, and other little things I had sent ahead were displayed around the room. On the nightstand was a picture of me and my horse, Buster.

“Gemma…” I could feel the tears in my eyes and she immediately moved across the room to hug me.

“Harry and I wanted to you feel at home here. I know there is more stuff, but we wanted you to come home to some of your familiar things around you.”

“Thank you. I love you, Gem.”

“I love you too, you soppy git. This is your home, Nicky.” I just smiled and wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was actually living in London. With my best friend. I sat on the bed and just looked around again. Until Gemma grabbed my hand and said, “Oh come here…you have to see this too.” She took me back down the stairs and into another room off the living room. An office. I could see her work space but across on the other side of the room was another desk, chair, computer, some empty shelves and a couple of file cabinets.

“What is this?”

“Well, we have to share, but this is your office, too.”

“Wow.” She just laughed at me as I sat down in the chair. This was really happening. “I need to call Harry.”

“After you call your mum and dad. I’m not having Dylan busting down my door because you forgot to call them.”

~*~*~*

After I hung up with my parents and my Nanna I went into the kitchen where I found Gemma looking over take out…excuse me…take away menus.

“So, do you want Pizza, or Curry?” she asked.

“Curry…I’ve had enough pizza in the last week to last me a lifetime.”

While Gemma was out picking up the food, I decided to call Harry. The phone rang a couple of times before he answered,

“Hello, beautiful.” I felt my face heating up again. He was so good at making me blush.
“Hiya. I just wanted to say thank you.” I sat down on the sofa, toying with the tv remote, I couldn’t sort out how to turn it on so I dropped it in my lap.
“For?”
“The room…”
“You like it then?”
“I love it. It’s perfect.”
“It was mostly Gemma. She picked the colors, and she went shopping with me for the furniture.”
“Well you both did a great job. I love it”
“I want you to feel at home, Nichole. I know how much home means to you.”
“Thank you. It does, and I miss my family already. But this definitely helped.”
“I’m glad.”
“So what are you doing now?”
“Absolutely nothing. I’m sat on my sofa staring at the tele. No idea what I am watching. What are you two up to?”
“About the same. Gem’s gone to pick up curries for us and I’m going to unpack the rest of my things.”
“Well don’t unpack everything. Or repack. We’re going home tomorrow.”
“Oh Harry, I don’t want to intrude on your family time.”
“Nichole, do you know what my mum would do to Gem and I if we left you alone in London for a week? When you just moved here? No, you are coming with us. Mum and Robin are expecting you anyway.” I laughed, knowing if the situation was reversed my mother would be the same way.
“Ok, ok…I’ll make sure to pack stuff up for the week.” We both went quiet for a moment. Then he said,
“Nichole?”
“hmm?”
“I might not be able to sleep tonight.” I smiled and felt my cheeks go red again,
"You can call me, Harry. You know that."

Notes

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