In Time With You (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Going to London

Chapter 8:

REBECCA'S PERSPECTIVE:

Today, I'm wearing a white sleeveless denim shirt with buttons, a black skinny jeans and some gladiators. I put on some light make up and I'm done. I'm flying off to London today with the boys and girls. The boys just finished off their last concert last night here in New York. I grabbed my burberry bag and my luggage so I can leave. Grandaddy is waiting for me downstairs.

When Grandaddy found out that me and Harry were now an item, he was really about it because I finally found my Prince Charming. As usual, he embarrassed me in front of them again. I took one last glance at my room and pulled my luggage out with me. I stumbled on getting it out because it was pretty heavy. I pulled it as hard as I can but I bumped into someone with a hard chest. "Oh my gosh sor-" I was cut off when I realized that it was Harry. "Fancy bumping you here." he chuckled while kissing my cheeks. I just smiled at him and also kissed his cheeks.

"Do you need any help?" he asked, referring to my heavy luggage. "No, no. It's alright." I said and pulled my luggage again. Gosh, what did I put in here? It's so heavy! "Ahhhh!" I squealed as I fell backwards, but a pair of muscular arms caught me off guard. "Falling hard for me I see?" Harry said cheekily before pulling me back up. "No, I'm not." I said in a grunted tone. "You really need my help." he said before pulling my luggae out of my hands. "Thanks." I mumbled before arranging my outfit.

Once Harry and me entered the lift, we talked about what are we going to do in London. Harry and I seemed to have a perfect relationship since we became an item last week. Everything was fine. But neither of us have confirmed our relationship in front of so many people. But I'm guessing that they already took the hint because of our pictures when we were holding hands.

And I'm getting a lot more hate.

But as time passes by, Harry taught me to ignore all of them. And I did.

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We all hopped out of the van and paparazzis showed up again. Harry must've noticed me tense beside him so he wrapped his arms around my waist as we started to swim through the pool of flashing cameras and disturbing noise. The rest of us swam and swam until we reach the waiting area that was made officially for us. Did I ever tell you that Grandaddy owns this airport? We entered the room and let out a huge sigh in unison.

This room is made out of glass, so you can still see those paparazzis outside from a distance and they kept on taking some pictures of us. "That was wild!" Niall exaggerated and we all agreed.

We waited for about 20 more minutes till our flight is ready. I was cuddled up with Grandaddy and Harry was beside me. Grandaddy kept on kissing my head, knowing that I won't be able to see him in a long time. But he promised me that he'll aways come and visit me in London. I'm surely going to miss him. He's going to be busy at his work and I can't blame him. He's still strong because he's only 51. Still young, right?

"Flight 205 to London, England will depart in 10 minutes." the intercom said and it echoes through the whole airport. I squeezed my eyes shut and hugged my Grandaddy tighter. O can feel his hands caressing my hair. "Rebecca, London is waiting for you." he whispered on my ear and I felt myself tearing up. This is the first time that I'll be away from Grandaddy in such a long time.

Grandaddy forces himself up to stand, causing me to stand up too. "Princess, I'll visit you as soon as I can, okay?" he said and he also hugged me tight. "Take care of yourself for me, okay? I'll call you everyday." he said and started rocking me back and forth. And that's when I started crying hard. I felt like a kid who was left alone in a grocery store. I look up to him to see him also tearing up, but I can tell that he's trying his best not to cry.

"Grandaddy, I promise you. I'll make you proud. When I graduate , I'll take good care of the company. I promise you that. I'll make you proud of me." I said loudly, loud enough for the other lads to hear it. He smuled up at me and kissed my forehead. He pulled me into another hug again and he fug his face in my hair. "I'm already proud of you, Rebecca. I've always been proud of you. I know that you'll be an amazing heiress. I love you very much." he can't hold it in, he cried. For the first time in so many years, I've seen him cry. And this makes me feel bad.

"I love you more, Grandaddy." I spoke and dug my face deeper in his chest. We pulled away and I gave him a soft kiss on his wet cheeks. I wiped his tears away and kissed his forehead. "Take care of yourself, okay? Always eat on time and take your medicines. Don't stress out about work okay? I'll always call George to check if you're behaving." I smiled and he grinned widely before wiping his tears too. "Yes, Ma'am." he spoke and kissed my temples. He turned his head to Harry and he walked in front of him.

"Take care of my granddaughter, Harry. I'll hand her to you now." Grandaddy patted Harry's shoulder and Harry placed his hand on the back of Grandaddy's hand and gently patted it with his fingers. "I will, sir." Harry nodded and gave him a warm smile. "Protect her, son. Remember to always use protection. I don't want her to have babies yet." My eyes widened at what he said and he just laughed. I grumbled and he just waved me off. "I'm just kidding. Good luck with your career." Grandaddy smiled. "Thank you, sir."

After Grandaddy talked to louis and the rest, we all gathered our things and got ready to leave. I hugged Grandaddy one last time and started to walk hand in hand with Harry. As soon as we got out of the room, the fans and paparazzis were on our sights again, and they started howling again. I felt myself tense again and Harry wrapped me in his arms and held me close to his body. I looked behind me to see Grandaddy smiling brightly at me. I waved goodbye at him and he did the same.

As soon as we hopped inside the plane, I sat beside the window and Harry sat beside me. We're on a first class flight because I feel more comfortable here than the economy class. I let out a yawn and squeezed my eyes shot. I was extremely tired since last night because I kept cheering for the boys on their concert. "Babe, cuddle with me? I can be a comfortable pillow" Harry winked at me and I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "Stop flirting with me, Styles" I said in a stern tone. He just laughed before I snuggled up closer to him and laid my head on his chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and his fingers started to draw small circles on my back, making me feel more comfortable.

We talked about a few more things while cuddling. It's a great feeling actually. Is this what it really feels like to have a boyfriend? God, I'm loving it! And I feel so loved when I'm around him. And with that, I fell asleep in the loving and protective arms of my boyfriend.

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"Woah." I gasped as I entered my very own apartment. It's really stunning. The walls were light violet, making my apartment look really calm and soothing. The furnitures were white creme and there were some cool gadgets here in the apartment. This place was extremely massive! I looked around everywhere. To the living room, kitchen, bathrooms and the rooms. There were 3 bathrooms here in the apartment. One near on the kitchen, the other one on my room, and the other one on the guest room.

"It's beautiful in here!" I cheered as I sat on my cream-colored couch. Harry is the only one with me since the others already went back to their own apar- I mean, flats. I'm in England now so maybe I should..you know? Talk like them. Harry sat down on the couch beside me and kissed my temples. "Can I stay for the night? I want to be with you tonight." he whispered on my ear before gently placing a kiss on my earlobe. I placed my hand on his lap and smiled, "Of course you can stay here. Stay here as many as you can." O said and rested my head on his shoulders.

I can tell that being here in London will be such an amazing experience for me.

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