Follow Your Heart

Nichole woke up with Harry’s arms wrapped around her and his soft breathing on her neck. She turned in his arms, trying not to wake him, so she could look him. She lay there studying his face while he slept; his long curls over his face, long eyelashes lying against his cheeks and a bit of scruff on his face made her smile. He was so damn perfect and she had no idea what he saw in some hick girl from Texas.

She reached up and brushed the hair off of his face, smiling at the memory of the night before and how his touch set her body on fire. She hadn’t been touched by a man in months and nothing before prepared her for Harry. She could feel her body getting aroused again as she replayed every touch in her mind. She knew was falling for him and it scared her. Was she ready to commit herself to someone again? And to this crazy life he led? She closed her eyes and cuddled into his body, deciding to think about all that later. Instinctively he pulled her closer and her face rested against his chest. The only thought Nichole had after was that she wanted to stay right where she was, for as long as she could.

Nichole was just drifting back to sleep when Harry’s phone started to ring. She looked up at him as he slowly started to wake up. His eyes blinked open and he smiled at her, his lips immediately touching hers.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said, his voice raspy with sleep.

“Hi, darlin’. You gonna answer your phone?”

“I’ll call them back. Need some cuddles first.” Nichole smiled and snuggled into his body and he wrapped his arms even tighter around her. But of course his phone went off again and they both groaned.

“They are persistent, whoever it is. You better answer it.”

Harry reached over Nichole, grabbing his phone.

“Hey Paulie…yeah sorry, couldn’t hear it, I was out cold.”

Nichole got up while he lay talking to Paul, grinning as she put her panties on and grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She slipped out of the bedroom quietly, leaving him to his conversation, heading down to the kitchen to make coffee.

It wasn’t long before she heard him coming down the stairs. He came up behind her as she was scooping coffee into the press. His arms wrapped around her waist as he placed a kiss on her neck.

“So beautiful.” He whispered into her ear.

“You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” she replied, pushing the plunger down on the press. She turned around in his arms and immediately his lips attached to hers. His kisses made her weak and she certain if he hadn’t been holding her she would’ve fallen. Harry sighed as their lips parted.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to leave you.” Harry replied as he ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her forehead and continued, “I have interviews today. That’s what the call was about. I almost forgot.” She smiled up at him,

“It’s ok; you have a job to do. I’ve got things I need to do myself. I really need to finish unpacking.” She stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed his nose, “But…you promised me breakfast…” She got herself free from his arms and took two coffee mugs out of the cupboard and poured coffee for them. He sipped his as he watched her put three heaping teaspoons of sugar in her cup, along with a generous amount of milk. She looked up at him and the face he was making.

“What?”

“A little coffee with your milk and sugar?” He teased.

“I like it sweet.”

“Evidently.”

“You drink your hot bean water, mister. I’m going to enjoy my coffee my way.” She said defiantly taking a huge drink from her mug. He let out a loud laugh,

“You do that.”

~*~*~*~

“I can do that, Nichole.” Harry said as she started clearing away their breakfast dishes and cleaning up behind him.

“So can I.” She said, looking up at him. He smiled and pulled her into his arms again. She slipped her arms around his waist and just allowed herself to be content there. He pulled back a bit, lifted her chin up so he was could look at her.

“Do you want to out tonight?”

Nichole looked up at him. He was staring down at her, his eyebrows furrowed, waiting for her to answer.

“Out? You mean like a date?”

“Well, umm...yeah, I suppose it would be a date. Dinner and meeting Liam and Niall for drinks?”
“Is that a good idea? I mean we’ll be seen…together.” He smiled, his eyes lit up mischievously as his dimples came into full view.

“Well… I mean, if you are embarrassed to be seen with me, Miss Davies….”

“Hells bells, Harry!”She said, smacking his arm, “you know what I mean…photos will be all over the internet.”

“I know… ‘Harry Styles seen with mysterious redhead’ will be the headline tomorrow. But, I want to take you out and the guys want to see you, so let’s go.” She grinned mischievously at him and said,

“Well, I suppose…I’ve nothing better to do.” He let out a loud laugh and hugged her tight.

~*~*~*~

He didn’t hate them, but the interviews were probably one of the things Harry could live without. They were necessary though, so he tried to make them as pleasant as possible. But this day they were just dragging on. He’d left Nichole at home to unpack and he was counting the minutes until he could go back there. He was pretty distracted but thankfully the others covered for him, knowing his heart and mind were elsewhere. Finally when the last reporter left he stood, ready to leave, but Niall stopped him.

“You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m good.Just want to go home.”

“We still on for tonight? Or you gonna stay locked up with the missus again?” He looked at Niall, raising his eyebrow at him. “What? If I had a girlfriend like Nicole, I’d want to stay locked up with her, too.”

“Shut up.” He laughed, shaking his head. “She’s not my girlfriend…not officially anyway. We haven’t talked about that.”

“Well you better get onto that…before I decide to see if she’s into Irishmen.” Harry pointed his finger at him,

“Don’t you even think about it, Irish…No.” He just burst out laughing, patted Harry on the back and said,

“See ya and the goddess Nichole later.” And he walked off, still laughing.

~*~*~*~

Harry called Nichole to say he was going to his place to get ready and he’d be there to pick Nichole up after, but that was all the information he gave her. She was more than a little nervous about what would happen if they were seen…when they were seen.

She wasn’t sure where Harry was taking her, but she knew exactly what to wear. She grinned as she laid the dress across the bed and finished doing her hair and makeup. She’d just slipped her shoes on when she heard the front door open and Harry call up the stairs for her. She picked up her purse and coat and walked down to him. He was waiting there in black jeans, boots, a white shirt and a black jacket. His long curls down and looking amazing. Nichole felt her breath catch in her throat when she saw him. She still couldn’t imagine how he had any interest in her.

He smiled as she stopped in front of him.

“This is the dress I picked out for you.”

She just smiled and nodded. “I promised to wear it if you took me out.”

He took her coat and helped her put it on. Before she could turn around he leaned down, kissed her neck softly and whispered,

“So beautiful.” She turned around and grinned at him.

“You clean up nice too, Harold.” He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Ready?” She just nodded and let him lead her out the door. When she noticed Mike in the car with a driver, she stopped. She wasn’t prepared to have a body guard when they were on a date.

“Are you ok?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I guess some of this is still going to take some getting used to, I suppose.”

Logically it made sense to have security, but it still felt a bit odd. The driver got out and opened the door for them. Nichole smiled and said thank you as she slid into the car, saying hello to Mike. Harry slid in next to her and immediately took her hand. Mike looked down at their joined hands and smiled at them. He turned around, looking out the front window as the car pulled onto the road.

“Do you like Moroccan food?”Harry asked, his thumb caressing her knuckles.

“I’ve never had it before. But I’m game for something new.” He brought her hand to his mouth and she held her breath as his lips touched her fingers.He smiled as he let their joined hands fall into his lap.

“You’ll love it, I promise.”

“And if I don’t?” He shook his head and laughed,

“You don’t trust me?” Nichole just smiled at him and honestly said,

“More than you know.”

~*~*~*~

They pulled up at a place called taNgia. It wasn’t a very big. So there were no big crowds and it was decorated beautifully. He was obviously a regular because they were so happy to see him.

“Harry, new girlfriend?” the hostess, an older lady, asked as she led them to a table.Harry pulled her chair out, winking when he saw her blush slightly.Nichole sat down and Harry just laughed.

“Nichole is very special, yes.” He replied. She smiled at Nichole and said,

“Harry has never brought a date here, only his mother and sister.I’m very excited.” All she could do was smile back at Harry, who was also turning redder by the minute.

“I’m very excited, too.” Nichole replied. “You’ll have to help me decide what to order, this new to me.”

“Harry knows…he can help you.” Then she left to go get a bottle of wine that she knew Harry and Nichole would enjoy.

Nichole wasn’t hesitant to try anything until Harry mentioned she should try something vegetarian. The look on her face was priceless and made him laugh.

“I’m a Texan…more importantly, I’m a rancher’s daughter. My daddy would have a heart attack if I ate anything vegetarian.” He couldn’t help but laugh and pointed out a couple of beef menu items she could try.

“Fine, but you can try mine then. I think you will like it, I promise.” She looked at him skeptically, but agreed.

“We’ll see.”

~*~*~*~

While they ate and talked, Harry watched her. Her eyes glanced around the room, taking in the atmosphere. Looking out the front window, watching the people walk down the street. He loved seeing how she responded to things. She was soaking it all in. Living in the moment, but saving the memories for a later time. He really loved that about her. She wanted to experience everything.

He watched as she brought the wine glass to her mouth, taking a sip. Her eyes closed slightly as she let the liquid sit in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it. How did she manage to make drinking so sexy?

“Nichole?”

“hmm?”

“Tell me about your Nanna.” He asked remembering what Gemma had said.

“My Nanna Charlotte?”

“Yeah, Gemma told me your spirit comes from her.” Her face lit up thinking about her grandmother and that made Harry smile. Her love of her family was one of the things that drew him to her.

“I know this might sound odd, but my Nanna is probably my best friend, even more so than Gemma. She knows everything about me. I tell her things I tell no one else. She knew about my first boyfriend, my first kiss…losing my virginity even. I still tell her everything.”

“Everything?” She grinned at him and said,

“If you are asking if she knows all about you, she does, but not everything. She knows about our phone calls and text messages. She thinks you are rather good looking. Her exact comment when I showed her a picture of you was. ‘Oh, he reminds me of Mick.’ “

“Mick?” Her face lit up with laughter she was trying to hold in.

“Mick Jagger. My Nanna was a friend of his back in the sixties.”He hadn’t been surprised by the comparison, he’d heard it before. But her grandmother knowing Mick, now that was surprising. Harry listened intently as she told him how her grandmother left home at an early age, married her grandfather after knowing him for a week and lived a very hippie lifestyle, traveling around the country and ending up in England for a short time.

“Nanna was gone for over three years and then suddenly she came home, with Poppa, and a toddler…my momma. She and Poppa wanted to go to Africa with the Peace Corps so they came home and left my momma with my great grandparents and were gone for another year. Then they came home and settled down there in my hometown. Poppa passed away probably about six months before I met Gemma. But they had a good life. Nanna talks about how much Africa changed her, even now. I think that is why I chose this career.”

“I’d like to meet her.” Harry said as I reached across the table and took her hand.

“I know she would love to meet you, Harry.”

~*~*~*~

The car pulled up in front of the club they were meeting Niall and Liam at and Harry could feel Nichole tense up at the sight of the paparazzi. He squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her.

“It will be fine once we get inside, beautiful. Hold onto my hand and let Mike do his job.”

“This seems crazy just to go in and have a few drinks.” He couldn’t disagree with her, but it was what it was. It was the tradeoff for his career success. All he could do was just hope it didn’t scare her away. Mike pulled the door open and they slid out of the car.

“Harry! Is One Direction breaking up?”
“New girlfriend, Harry?”
“Look this way, love.”

The paps were shouting questions at both of them. Cameras were flashing, blinding Nichole in the dark. Harry smiled and kept walking, holding her hand tightly and she just sort of kept her head down and let him and Mike guide her into the club.

After they got through the door, Nichole exhaled deeply and said,

“Lord have mercy, I need a shot after that.”

“Come on then,” Harry laughed, leading her towards the VIP section, where Niall and Liam were waiting.Before she could even say hello to anyone, Niall was up and moving towards her for a hug.

“There she is…the Goddess Nichole!” She laughed as he pulled her into a tight hug.

“Goddess? Not hardly. But thank you, darlin’”

He pointed to Harry who was speaking to the waitress, ordering drinks, and said,

“He’s treatin’ ya good tonight?”

“Yes…took me to get some amazing Moroccan food for dinner.”

“He couldn’t wait to get out of the interviews to come see you.”Nichole blushed a bit just as Liam came up behind her.

“Our Harry is quite smitten, Nicky.” She grinned at him and hugged him hello and said,

“That’s good. So am I.” About then, the waitress appeared with a tray of shots for them. Harry passed them around and said,

“Here’s to Nichole’s first official night out in London. Let’s hope it’s a good one.” She smiled at him as they raised glasses and then poured the drinks down their throats. Harry found a seat and pulled her into the chair next to him. She leaned over and said softly into his ear,
“It’s already a perfect night, Harry.” And quickly kissed his cheek.

~*~*~*~

“Dance with me, Harold.” Nichole said grabbing Harry’s hand as she returned from the dance floor with Liam.

“Go on…she’s not gonna leave ya alone until you get out there.” Niall said, pushing him out of his chair.

“I don’t dance, Nichole.”

“You lie, Styles. Come on.” She downed her drink and pulled him onto the dance floor. She’d had a few drinks and had loosened up considerably from the tense girl she was when they entered the club. They stood there a moment, just staring at each other and smiling. His hands went to her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and began moving against him.

“This is could end badly.” He teased.

“I doubt that, Harry.” She whispered in his ear. “I have a feeling that this is going to end rather well.” Then she turned around, her back flush to his chest, hips grinding against him. He moaned as his hands gripped her hips again, holding her against him.

“Jesus, Nichole.” He whispered into her ear. “You want to leave right now? Because if you keep this up, we are leaving. I can promise you that.” Then he pulled her hips towards him, letting her feel what she was doing.She didn’t let it stop her, if anything she stepped up the intensity of her movements. Harry closed his eyes and gripped her hips tighter. She was killing him and she knew it.

As the song blended into another one she turned around and gave him a look that could only be described as pure want.

“Take me home, Harry.”

~*~*~*~

When the car arrived around the front of the club, Harry wrapped his arm around Nichole’s shoulders and she grabbed onto his waist, steadying herself and hiding her face in his jacket as Mike led them out and through the paps and into the car.As soon as the car pulled away from the club and into the traffic, Nichole crawled over to him and straddled his lap, her lips attached to his neck. His hands slid up her thighs and he pushed her dress up a bit, squeezing her thighs as she moved against him slowly, giggling and not caring who was in the car.

“Harry, yours or Gemma’s?” Mike asked.

“Mine, it’s closer.” Harry replied without even looking at him. They both heard him chuckle as he turned around.

Notes

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