"Whoooooooo!" I yell out into the London air. I hear Harry laugh from the driver's seat in his Ranger Rover.
We had just arrived in London and since Harry made me promise not to think about anything but having fun this trip, I decided to let go.
"Stop it! You're going to get me arrested." Harry says, laughing.
I chuckled. "Says the guy who told me to let go, have fun, live my life, whatever." I roll my eyes jokingly.
He just laughed again and took my hand, intertwining our fingers, but keeping one hand on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the busy London street.
"You look quite sexy when you drive." I say slyly.
He smirks. "Oh yeah? What about when I'm not? Maybe I should stop." He took both hands off the wheel, making me yelp and put my free hand on the wheel instead so we don't swerve into the other lane. Harry was howling with laughter and keep our hands held, I had no chance of breaking free from his long fingers.
"Harry!" I say, glaring at him once he put his hands back on the steering wheel.
"Relax, babe. Just having fun. Do you really think I would kill us your first day here?" Harry says, cruising slowly. He leans in to give me a peck on the lips, freezing me and the long line of traffic behind us.
"Go, you lot!" We heard a taxi driver yell out the window. I quickly broke the kiss as Harry chuckled and started driving.
Welcome to London.
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After another 15 mins, Harry pulled into a sleek looking building, greeting the doorman then pulling into the garage.
We got out the car quickly, without taking me luggage, since Harry insisted that there's something for that.
"I wanna show you my house! And the king bed......" He winks. I smiled and reluctantly leave my stuff in the car, glancing back to see a little man pull it out. I wasn't used to people getting my stuff for me or fancy buildings. This was Harry's world.
Harry unlocked the door impatiently, pulling me toward the kitchen first.
"So here's where I'll be making you breakfast everyday. " He glances at me, gesturing toward a sleek black top of the granite. Before I had time to say anything he pulled me toward the living room, then the gym, then the indoor pool, then the grand living room but didn't stop until he got to the master bedroom.
"Here's where you'll be sleeping. And me. If you're ok with that." He adds sheepishly before pushing the door open.
He wasn't lying about the king bed. There was a huge bed with velvet sheets smack dab in the middle of the room. The walls were white with a big window overlooking the entire London on the left side of the room. To the right, next to the door, was a brilliant and shiny bathroom, complete with a walk in closet and a spa. I walk in, in awe, to the bathroom.
"You're not home often, are you?" I ask, feeling dust on the bathroom counter top.
"No. But I will be now." Harry says, putting his arms around my waist, staring at our reflections in mirror.
I reached behind me to ruffle his curls, showing him how much I appreciated all of this, and all that he's done for me. He understood and kissed me cheek, then my neck, my eyes fluttering close when his lips made contact with my favorite spot.
I turn around, desperately needing his kiss. It was soft at first, then hunger and eagerness took over us.
"Jump." Harry says, out of breathe. I do as he says. He carries us to the awaiting bed.
"Let's give this bed a try, shall we?" He smirks, brushing a strand of my wild brown hair back.
"Am I interrupting something?" A soft voice says behind us. I scream and Harry jumps off of me and curses lightly.
"Oh by all means, carry on, I'll wait downstairs." The middle age, auburn haired lady says. She's dressed in simple jeans and a black top, her hair up in a pony tail.
"Hiiiii, mum. There's no need, we're done, aren't we, babe?" Harry says, eying at me playfully. My mouth pops open in an O shape, in disbelief that Harry's mother just saw us making-out. Great first impression.
"Yeah! Totally. Hi Mrs. Styles. I'm Lily." I hop off the bed from under Harry, yelping a little when I felt Harry pinch my butt on my way off the bed. I shoot him a look. Cheeky bastard, even in front of his mother. He chuckles, obviously enjoying himself.
"Please call me Anne! I've heard so much about you, dear! You sure are lovely as Harry says." Anne says, pulling me in for an unexpected hug.
"Harry talks about me?!" I ask, shooting another look at Harry. He just shrugs, surveying the both of us.
"Oh yes, loads, all great things though, darling. Never mind that though, we have dinner reservations!"
"Dinner reservations?" I glare at Harry once again. This time he gets up and comes behind me, placing his hand on my waist before going to hug his mom.
"Yeah, I forgot to mention that! We're having dinner with mum here, my sister Gemma and my step dad Robin." Harry mentions sheepishly.
I just stare at him, not really believing that he expects me to meet the whole family, without preparations.
"Harry, I don't think I'm ready." I add quickly, pulling on him.
"Oh darling, you look fine! Come on we're going to be late." Anne hurries out of the room.
"Thanks for telling me." I say sarcastically, grabbing my purse that I left on the floor.
"Don't be a grouch. I have some special planned for us!" Harry says before kissing me and dragging us to dinner with his family.
