Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 11

7 hours until Harry's b-day so I thought I'd do a double update. Enjoy.

Alexandra's POV

I talk to Matt on the phone three times while we are in the hospital with Harry, Louis, Liam and Brianna. Her parents leave to get the nursery ready for her and the baby boy who is still un-named.

Harry rocks the baby after Brianna breast feeds him and without missing, giggles every single time he burps. Harry is pretty amused with the tiny human.

At one point, Liam brings out a guitar and clumsily plays it to try to get the baby to sleep. None of that works and the screaming fans outside don't help.

Finally, Louis finds the solution in cuddling Freddie and walking around the room.

Meanwhile, I get my laptop out and email with a gym and set up a personal trainer for Harry. I write in capital letters that he wants a guy one. I don't think I can handle a sweaty and very fit girl touching a shirtless Harry.

During lunch, we go out and grab some drive thru and I get to chat with Harry. He tells me the times he wants to go to the gym and tells me we will go back to the states on the 26th which is tomorrow. I book his private jet for that.

I also get the email from Simon Cowell about writers for his music and assign him dates for it. I book him an interview on Ellen on the 28th so he can do an appearance for the dog shelters and Styles Inc.

When all of that is done, its almost nine in the evening, time for our date. I mean, dinner.

We go to the house first. He takes a shower while I wear the red dress I brought over. It has a low cut back and a tight fit around the bust. It ends a little above my knees so the decollate makes up for it.

I wear my black pointy heels under it and grab a purse to go with it. I do a very light makeup and curl my hair. I am ready by the time Harry blow dries his hair and gets himself in a suit.

"I am taking you to Alain Ducasse in Dorchester." He tells me as we get into his Porsche. He had it driven here by Roberto so he could drive it around.

"I heard they charge you like 300 dollars in there per person." I joke as he opens my car door and I get inside.

He humps in before answering.

"They do. I really like the profiteroles." He giggles. I don't see the humor. I just nod and continue.

He opens the radio and Love Yourself by Justin Bieber comes up. He changes it. I don't say anything. He lands on a Love Channel that plays Stevie Wonder and Jersey Boys. He starts to sing along to Sherry.

I don't know the words but his voice is something so I listen to him lightly sing it.

When we get to the restaurant, he makes sure I walk in front of him and gets the doors for me. Thankfully, there are no paparazzi.

"A reservation for Mr. Long." He says to the girl in the front desk that almost faints when she sees Harry.

"Of- Of course. Here..." She says and leads us while stumbling on the way.

"Long?" I whisper to him as we walk to the booth on the farthest corner in the humongous and gorgeous restaurant.

"A dentist that hates crowds so get the very private booth away from the windows. Pays tips in fifty pound bills and comes every time in London." He explains his cover as we get seated in the booth. I have never been in a place this fancy.