Loving you is easy (A Harry Styles and Lisa Cimorelli love story)

Chapter 17: Love me like you do

[Sexual (but not so sexual) content; discretion advised]

HARRY'S POV

'C'mon!' I yelled at Lisa. She was running behind me, crossing the street. 'You're so slow, grandma' I yelled at her and she stopped.

'How did you called me?' She asked, pointing at me and walking closer. I gulped, preparing myself for the worst, but all I saw was her running ahead. She was now running a few meters away from me. 'Hurry grandpa!' She yelled, opening her arms. I turned around and ran to her and I caught her just in time. We both fell to the sand, laughing uncontrollably.

'You're a loser' I told her and she hit my arm. 'Hey!' I complained, tickling her.

'STOP!' She yelled, barely breathing. Her laugh was the best soundtrack of my life. 'Okay, stop' She told me sternly and I surrendered, putting my hands in the air. 'This was the surprise?' She asked, raising an eyebrow.

'It's a nice place'

'I used to live here, so... this beach was like a second house to me. I'm not surprised. Good try, though' She told me, patting my shoulder and getting up. I laughed.

'Do you really think that this...' I got up, stretching my arms. 'could be a surprise? You underestimate me, Lisa Michelle' I joked and she frowned. 'Look, we have all the money in the world, we can do whatever we want but instead, we're just working like slaves, not taking advantage of the privileges that living the life we live, has.' I explained myself, but apparently she was still confused. 'Let's go' I told her, grabbing her hand. We walked a few minutes, to the parking lot. A black motorbike was standing there, and she stopped.

'Are you kidding me?' She asked excited and I laughed.

'I'm not kidding, let's go!' I yelled at her and we both ran to where the motorbike was standing. 'Hey, safety first' I told her, handing her the black helmet. She put it on and I drove away.

'I LOVE THIS' She said, stretching her arms, feeling the breeze. I laughed.

We drove for about 50 minutes, until I saw the huge sign. LAX airport.

'Wait, what are we doing here' She asked confused.

'You'll see, just follow me' I told her as soon as we parked. I threw the keys to Mark, who was my body guard. He knew about the plan. We stepped inside the crowded airport and walked straight to the gate. I was wearing my glasses and a beanie, so the stewardess stopped us.

'You can't pass' She stated and I took off my glasses. She gasped.

'Sorry, my jet is right there waiting for us. We're in a hurry so... ' I told her and she nodded, a little bit shocked. We both ran down the stairs to the runway, where the private jet was waiting for us. Lisa stopped.

'Wait... What are you doing? Where are we going?' She asked confused.

'It's a surprise' I replied, smirking at her

'No Harry!' She exclaimed. 'I can't just... disappear like that. What about Lauren, my family, Emily, my doctor appointments? What about...'

'What about what, Lisa? Listen, I just... I want to enjoy life and I want you to enjoy life. We only have one and we get the chance to make the most out of it. So why not? Let's go on a trip, to other countries, let's meet new cultures, new people, new life. Let's enjoy what God gave us, let's be free!' I exclaimed. 'Look around you, being afraid, being locked in your apartment is what you want to do for the rest of your life?' I asked her and she shook her head, smiling at me. 'I thought so. Now.. let's go' I said to her, holding her hand.