**Harry’s POV**

“I watched you get this one,” Nichole said tracing the ‘Late, Late’ tattoo on my forearm. “I was holding my breath for Niall. Bless his heart, I thought he was going to faint.” She was a lying on the bed sideways, her head resting on my tummy, as she examined the tattoos on my arm. Asking questions about them, giving me her opinions of them. +

“So, Miss Davies, do you have any tattoos?” I asked her. She tensed up a bit and got very quiet. “You do, don’t you?” I teased.

“I do,” She said quietly.

“Let’s see it then.”

“Sorry, no…you can’t. They are nothing spectacular anyway.”

“Oh, more than one…Come on, you’ve seen all of mine…even my big toe.” Her face when she saw that one was too much. Apparently, I’m the biggest dork she’s ever had the privilege of meeting. I moved her so she was on her back and I leaned over her. Her eyes stared into mine, challenging me. “Are you going to make me look for them? Or shall I just tickle you until you show me?” Then I ran my fingertips up her sides, tickling her ribs.

“Haarrrry…stop..”

“Then show me, Nichole.”She pushed me off of her so she could sit up.

“It’s a good damn thing I kind of like you, Styles,” she teased

“Aww, I was looking forward to searching for them.” She stuck her tongue out at me and lifted her t-shirt up a bit, then pulled the waistband of her shorts down. Right below her left hip bone was a small butterfly. Not much bigger than an inch, but very pretty and colorful. Like, Nichole. “I like it. Any story behind it?”

“It’s very s cliché…got it on spring break in South Padre on a dare from a guy.”

“Oh…a boyfriend?” Her eyes twinkled as she pulled her shorts back up and dropped her t-shirt. She rolled over on her tummy, facing me,

“No, just a guy I met on the beach.” I leaned over and kissed her softly and whispered,

“Where is the other one, then?” She went pink and she dropped her face to the pillow, shaking her head.

“No, I can’t show you, it’s embarrassing.”

“Nichole, I have ‘Big’ tattooed on my big toe. Can’t be that bad.” She giggled into the pillow and without looking at me, she reached behind her and pulled her shorts down about half way, taking her panties with them. And on her left cheek, there it was…a set of lips and the phrase, ‘Kiss This’ right under it. I chuckled and asked,

“I have to know…what is the story?” She turned her face to me.

“The result of a bad breakup and too much Patrón. It was supposed to be a kiss off to the last boyfriend. I woke up the next day with a hangover, a sore butt, and regret. Gemma laughed at me for weeks after I told her. Someday I will have to get it removed, or covered up.”

I reached over and touched the tattoo, my fingers tracing it, like she had done with mine. Her skin was so soft and it took every ounce of self-control I had to not kiss her right where my fingertips were touching. I felt her tense a little bit, but she didn’t stop me. She just watched me. I grinned and leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead as I pulled her shorts up, covering her backside again.

“We should probably get some sleep.” She just nodded at me and pulled the duvet over the two of us as I switched off the bedside lamp. She turned to her side, and I curled my body around hers, the big spoon to her little spoon. I pushed her hair away from her neck and placed a few kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. Then I whispered in her ear, “You should leave it like it is. I like it.” She giggled,

“Go to sleep, Harry.”

**Nicky’s POV**

I woke up to light kisses on the back of my neck and Harry’s hands moving over my body. The room was filled with the morning sunlight filtering in through the window. I turned my head slightly and he quickly covered my mouth with his. The kiss was intense. He pushed his tongue into my mouth causing me to mewl softly. Suddenly I was on fire, heat pooling in my core quickly. This could get out of hand really fast, and I wasn’t so sure that would be a bad thing. I turned my body completely to him and with a slight shift, his body was on top of mine. Our eyes locked together and I whispered,

“Hi there.”

“Hi yourself, beautiful.” I could hear the desire in his deep voice and see it in his darkened eyes. Our bodies seemed to be moving of their own accord. My legs parted and he settled between them, creating the friction we both desperately craved. Even through our night clothes, I could feel how aroused he was. I placed my hands behind his head and pulled him to me, our lips colliding in another deep, probing kiss. I lightly bit his bottom lip and he growled softly. He trailed kisses up my jawline and to my ear, lightly biting my earlobe. It felt delicious, but it wasn’t enough and it was too much, all at once. I gently pushed his shoulders up and whispered,

“Harry, we have to stop…” He pulled away and just looked at me. He knew I was right but I could tell he was struggling. He leaned down and gently kissed me and then moved over next to me. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling. I propped myself up on my elbow and reached out, touching his face. He turned to me, smiled and said,

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” I placed my finger over his mouth,

“Shh…” Then I leaned down and kissed him again. “It’s not no, Harry…just not here, not now.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me next to him. I lay my head on his chest and let my arm fall across his waist. He kissed the top of my head and sighed,

“This is possibly going to be the longest week of my life.” I grinned up at him and said,

“Yours and mine both.”

~*~*~*~

The next few days were spent just relaxing around Harry and Gemma’s childhood home and the town. I met their cousins, friends from school, visited the bakery and the ladies he worked with. He even took me to his old school. It was a nice quiet little place that was definitely his home. Like my ranch, and my little country town, this was his place to recharge, to just be Harry.

I also started earning my paycheck there in Holmes Chapel. We spent an entire day at the dining room table, with many cups of tea, planning out our fund raising strategy. I had to convince Harry that he could not fund it all himself. It was too much, and to risky. We also needed to narrow the focus of what we wanted to do down, not just take on any and every thing.I had always worked with international charities, sending money and aide to other countries. But that was working with established charities and foundations. We brainstormed for hours until we settled on starting with charities that directly involved children.

“Okay, Harold…”

“Oi! Don’t call me Harold!” I rolled my eyes at him and said,

“Fine…Harrrrry...,”dragging out his name, “we have these three.” I pulled up the different websites on my laptop, and handing him the faxes I received from each one. “This one is provides extra funding for education for high risk children…and this one I think you have worked with before, fulfilling wishes for terminally ill children as well as hospice care and support for their families…and this one…Africa…I don’t have to tell you about this, you know; helping fund the aide being sent to the hospitals there as well as supporting schools that educate girls. And Job training for these girls and women, so they can support themselves and their children.” He rubbed his hands over his face, then carefully started reading the websites and looking over the papers I handed him. I pulled my hoodie on and walked outside to let him read the information I had given him alone.

I stood on the back terrace, looking over the back yard. Gemma came out a bit later, handing me a cup of tea.

“Is it always this cold here?” I said pulling my hands out of my sleeves.

“It’s England, Nicky…yeah, bit colder than you are used to, I imagine.”

“This Texas Girl is never going to get used to this weather.”

“You will, or you will just wear lots of jumpers.”

“I’m betting on the jumpers.”

“You’ve been so busy today, coming to some decisions?” Gemma asked, as we both got comfy in the chairs. I moved mine into the sun to take advantage of the bit of heat.

“He’s looking over some faxes from different places I found that could use his help. I narrowed it down, he has to decide.”

“But you know what you want to do, don’t you?” I just nodded, sipping my tea. “Did you tell him?” I shook my head ‘no’ and said,

“His decision, not mine. I am here to help him, but he has to decide, not me.”

“He’d want your input. That’s why he hired you. Because I told him you wouldn’t constantly agree with him, Nicky.”

“Oh, I’ll give him no bullshit, you know me, Gem. But this is his name and his money, it has to be his choice. He is my boss, and I will consult but I will not influence him on this.”

“He’s more than your boss, Nicky. And you are more than his employee.”

“Exactly, Gem. We are getting very close, and you have no idea how happy…and scared, that makes me. And I know he’s feeling the same way…”

“But…”

“But the ONLY reason I am here is our professional relationship. When we are working, then lines have to be drawn.”

“I should’ve forced you to come with me back in San Antonio. I could be an auntie by now…” We both started giggling.

“What, where you gonna have Mike pick me up and carry me across the street?”

“He would’ve done it if I asked.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’ve regretted that decision a few times in the last few months.”

Notes

So sorry its taken so long to update! I hope ya'll haven't left me! I ended up working a few extra days at the hospital and then I got really sick with a migraine and ended up in the Emergency Room. :( I'm ok now, but for a few days I couldn't even look at my phone, much less my computer to write. This rotation is over tomorrow and the next chapter is already partially written, so it won't take as long to get up as this one.

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