Follow Your Heart

“So, what’s happening there?” Niall asked. He and Gemma 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. Gemma 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.”Gemma replied, 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 had two serious relationships 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”

~*~*~*~

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

The past few days had been a bit of a whirlwind. They had two days in Boston before the last concert so Harry and Nichole spent a lot of that time together. Some time working, having some in depth conversations about what charities they wanted to associate with. But they also tried to just spend time together. Everything seemed to be going so fast between them, but there was still had so much to learn about each other, so they were taking baby steps. They both knew they needed to be careful, so as not to ruin everything they were working towards. But, it was obvious to them and everyone around them, they couldn’t stay away from each other. When they were alone, they could hold hands, cuddle, and just be themselves. As hard as it was, Nichole learned to not be too close to him anytime they were out in public. With all the paparazzi and fans around, she learned real fast to just keep her distance and not answer any questions. Harry was always very kind to the fans and posed for as many selfies as he could. And he was kind to the paps, too. He understood they were just doing a job and as long as they were respectful, then he was happy to let them have their pictures.

Nichole found out though that the fans were very perceptive and she suddenly had and influx of followers on all of her social media. Most were respectful, others not so much. She tried not to let it get to her and ignored them as much as possible.

Harry put his book down and asked me, “You want a drink? I need water.” Nichole smiled at him,
“Water sounds good. Thanks.” Then he stood up to get drinks and just move around. Nichole looked over at Gemma, who was grinning at her.

“What?”

“He didn’t ask me if I wanted anything.” Nichole blushed and looked out the window again. Gemma tapped her foot against Nichole’s, getting her attention.

“You seem happy. My brother still making you smile?” Nichole couldn’t help but smile as her face flushed pink.

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

“Two people I love that I think deserve some happiness. Nothing wrong with that.”

Harry sat back down, handing both girls a bottle of water, which caused both of them to start laughing.

“What?”

For whatever reason his bewildered look just made them laugh harder. They both doubled over, 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. Nichole envied her ability to do that. She’d always had problems sleeping when she had to fly. Not out of fear, but she couldn’t seem to relax enough to sleep.

When the flight attendant dimmed the lights, Nichole just kept staring out the window while everyone seemed to be settling down. Harry lifted the arm rest between them and leaned over and whispered in her ear,

“Are you not going to try and sleep, Nichole?”

“Are you?” He gave her 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?” She said quietly, grinning at him.He kissed her cheek softly and pulled her over to him, leaving his arm around her shoulder.She settled her head on his chest and closed her eyes, taking in his scent. It was so damn intoxicating. Her arm settled across his waist as he kissed the top of her head.

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

~*~*~*~

Harry stood under the shower letting the warm water run over his body, letting his mind wander to thoughts of Nichole. Her laughing at his stupid jokes, the feel of her body cuddled into him on the plane, her lips on his. It was too much. He couldn’t stop where his mind went. Those lips wrapped around his cock, the little whines when they kissed became moans when he thought of her body beneath his. Those damn thighs in those jeans while we were riding, he imagined how they would feel wrapped around his waist as he pushed himself into her. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking like this about her, but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted her. It had been ages since he wanted someone like this. Those thoughts were consuming him. With one hand on the shower wall and the other stroking his dick, he could hear her moaning his name. His whole body shook as he groaned out loud, Nichole’s name spilled from his lips as he came over his hand. He let himself relish the feeling of release before he reached over and turned the water off. Stepping out of the shower, he caught his reflection in the mirror. Immediately Louis’ comments filled his mind.

“You are so screwed, mate.”

~*~*~*~

Nichole walked into the house behind Gemma, looking around. It was hard to believe that she’d never visited her house and now she was moving in. Of course she’d been to the ranch a few times and they’d met up in different places around the states, but Nichole had never made it over to London before now. Gemma had sent pictures when she first bought the place. And Nichole had fallen in love with it, but nothing prepared her for actually living there.
Gemma pointed up the stairs and said,

“Your room is at the top and to the right, mine is on the left and the bathroom is yours. I have the en suite so that one is all yours.” Nichole nodded and started dragging her things upstairs. Gemma came up behind her and took one of the bags, “You don’t have to do this all in one go, you know?”

Once at the top, Nichole opened the door to her room was blown away.

“Oh my god. Gemma…”

“Little brother did good, yeah?”

The room was painted light lavender like her 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. And on the bed was the quilt Nichole had shipped over ahead of time. A multi colored handmade quilt that her Nanna had made for her.A little piece of home in this country. Nichole looked around the room, noticing that some of her pictures of family, and other little things she had sent ahead were displayed around the room. On the nightstand was a picture of her and Buster.

“Gemma…” Nichole’s eyes filled with tears Gemma immediately moved across the room to hug her friend.

“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.” Nichole just smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was actually living in London. With her best friend. She sat on the bed and just looked around again. Until Gemma grabbed her 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. She could see Gemma’s 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.”Gemma just laughed at Nichole as she sat down in the chair and spun around. 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.”

~*~*~*~

“So, do you want Pizza, or Curry?” Gemma asked, looking over take out menus. Nichole hopped up on the kitchen counter, peeking over her shoulder.

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

While Gemma was out picking up the food, Nichole decided to call Harry. The phone rang a couple of times before he answered, “Hello, beautiful.” She felt her face heating up again. He was so good at making her blush.

“Hiya. I just wanted to say thank you.” She sat down on the sofa, toying with the television remote; she couldn’t sort out how to turn it on so she dropped it in her 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.” Nichole laughed, knowing if the situation was reversed her mother would be the same way.

“Ok, ok…I’ll make sure to pack stuff up for the week.” They both went quiet for a moment. Then Harry spoke softly into the phone,

“Nichole?”

“hmm?”

“I might not be able to sleep tonight.” She smiled, feeling her face heating up again.

“You can call me, Harry. You know that.”

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