Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 66

"Welcome to Dublin, Ireland." Harry sets his luggage on the floor, motioning his arms out, "Home to the one and only Niall Horan and soon-to-be Lilian Horan."

"We're standing in front of a cottage, though." I stare at him blankly. "And I thought you said he was from Mullingar."

I look behind me at the view we have. Lots and lots of grass and forest scenery. We're near to being secluded from the rest of Ireland in this cottage.

"He is. But his parents got married in Dublin, as is he."

Harry pulls out the keys from his pocket and starts to unlock the door, "And that's the beauty of it, Jane. We're all alone. We can be loud as we want and no one will hear us."

He pushes the door open and picks up his luggage again.

"Oh great." I follow behind him, "Is that what you think we're going to be doing the entire time we're here?"

He turns around, cupping my face as he meets my lips. After our short kiss, he says, "Not the entire time. Although I wouldn't complain if we did."

"You should've said something sooner." I kiss him back, "I would've packed something nice for you to take off of me."

He stops kissing and gulps down, "There are a few shops around here."

I smile, roaming my hands down his arms, "Yeah?"

He hums as a yes, he kisses me back again and says, "We have half an hour until we're meeting Niall up for drinks."

I start to trail my kisses up his jawline, towards his ear, "It's better if we wait."

"I'll cancel our plans. He'll understand." His voice chokes up.

I plant a kiss behind his ear and pull away, "He's your best friend that invited you over here. We're going."

I pick up my suitcase from the floor, watching as he stands there defeated. I glance down at his crotch, smiling to myself, "I thought you would've learned by now that I like to tease, Styles."

"Yeah, I've got that." He sighs, picking up his suitcase as well.

The cottage is two floors with one bedroom. I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom first, setting my luggage by the door. I quickly kick off my sneakers and plop onto the bed. Laying flatly on the mattress I stare at the blank ceiling above me.

Harry lays down next to me and stares at the ceiling too.

"It's just you and me this weekend, Styles." I inhale and exhale through my nostrils, still concentrating on the ceiling.

"We're finally on our getaway trip. Just you and me. Alone. No interruptions. And there is a kitchen and a couch and a shower and a nice, comfortable bed here." He implies, "All wonderful places you've never done it before."

I flip my side and lean my face to his chest, resting underneath the tops of my hands, "What are you implying?"

"Whatever you want me to." He rests his hand on my back.

I press my cheek flat against his chest, closing my eyes. "What are you doing for Niall's bachelor party?"

He rubs his hand up and down my back, only making me sleepier, "Golfing in the afternoon and bar hopping later that night."

"That's not what I expected."

"You were thinking of getting drunk and going to strip clubs?"

I nod.

"Niall didn't want that and the strip clubs around here are shit anyway."

I feel his chest rise up and down, the silence making me want to fall asleep at this second. "How would you know?"