Harry Styles and Catalina Flores have been in a relationship for almost three years. They barely fight, they adore each other, even their friends often describe them as the "perfect couple."
But how will they react when everything becomes a bit comp...
"A que hora se van para la gala?" Grace asked Catalina. They were in the comfort of their office at the shop, taking a small break. (What time are you guys going to the gala?)
"Um, I think around seven, seven thirty," Cata answered.
"I'm so jealous. You and El are going, and I'll probably be at the flat bored since Xander is out of the country."
"You have Isabella to keep you company."
Grace let out a sigh, "She'll be asleep by then."
Catalina smacked her lips, not really knowing what to say so instead she asked, "Where is Xander?"
"Turkey. He's staying this whole month over there."
"The whole month?" Cata widens her eyes. "I thought it was just a couple of games."
"They are, but he has to train and practice, that's why they make them go early." Grace took a bite of the granola bar she had opened. "It's so boring without him here. I wish I could be your plus one."
"Well, either way, if it makes you feel any better, these charity events aren't as glamorous as they seem. It's just a whole lot of rich people being fake pretending to care for the cause."
"I bet you and Harry always sneak out somehow," her friend smirked at her.
Catalina shrugged, fighting a smile. "Not always."
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"Cata, are you about ready?" Harry shouted at his wife from downstairs.
"Just about," She shouted back as she adjusted the bow in her head. It took her a few seconds to get downstairs where Harry was waiting for her, their son glued to his hip. "Okay, I'm here," she announced her presence.
Harry looked up from his neck, having to tug Arlo's hands away from his necklace. "Holy shit," he muttered under his breath once he got a glimpse of his wife. She looked absolutely stunning.
"Shit," Arlo repeated nonchalantly.
"No— fuck. Arlo, don't say that word," Harry quickly scolded him. "That's a bad word, okay?"
"Bad daddy," Arlo grinned at him.
Catalina couldn't help but release a little chuckle. "Yes, he's a bad daddy, Arlo."
"Catalina, you look gorgeous," Anne appeared from the kitchen with a small bowl full of sliced kiwis in her hand.
"Thank you," her daughter-in-law blushed, "And thanks so much for watching him tonight."
"It's always my pleasure," Anne smiled at her. With her free hand, she took Arlo from Harry. "Now, Arlo and nana are going have fun here while mum and dad go out for a few hours. Isn't that right, Lo?"
