Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 75

Songs:

Yellow: Coldplay

This Magic Moment: The Drifters, Ben E. King

Bidi Bidi Bom Bom: Selena

I'm Yours: Alessia cara

Confessing A Feeling: Sly, Slick & Wicked

This/Kiss Me: Ed Sheeran

1+1: Beyonce

A.J.'s POV

"Katarina, wake up," a deep voice filled my ears. I moaned, rolling over further into my seat. "Come on princess, we're here," I felt wet kisses on my neck and cheek.

I shoved him away, wrapping myself further with my blanket. Nothing else was said, I mentally thanked, Harry for shutting up, but quickly recanted my apology, when I felt my body easily being lifted. "Put me down," I demanded groggily.

"Okay," was the last thing I heard before sleep took over, again.

The next time I woke up I was greeted by the harsh sunlight pouring through the massive window to my right. I was definitely not in London anymore. I sat up in the bright white sheets, looking around to find something familiar, without any luck. I called out for, Harry a few times but, he wasn't showing up anywhere either.

I frowned, lazily pulling myself out of bed, my limbs felt heavy as I made my way around the large room, in search for some answers. I don't even remember getting here. Come to think about it, I didn't even know where here was.

Just as I was about to panic, I felt a sense of immediate relief as a door opened, Harry slipping through with what seemed like store bags. "Hey sleepy," he smiled widely, placing the bags on the bed before walking over to me, wrapping me in his arms and placing a kiss on my lips. "Did you just wake up?" He asked, moving back slightly to look at me.

I nodded. "What time is it? I don't even remember getting here," I told him honestly. "Where is here anyway?" He never really told me where we were going, insisting that it was a surprise. He even went as far as getting a private plane so I wouldn't find out. That selfish jerk.

"It's nine, you don't remember because you were asleep so I carried you off the plane and into the hotel." He grinned, kissing me again. "We're in Australia, for now?"

"Oh yeah," I vaguely remembered him telling me we had landed. "Stop calling me princess," I smacked his chest, remembering his rude comment. Well, it wasn't really rude, most girls would enjoy it, but I didn't. I found it irritating. Well, not so much when he said it. I wasn't sure if it was his accent or because it was, Harry, himself that was saying it. To be honest, I never really liked the sound of being called babe or baby either, but it seemed natural with him.

He let out a low chuckle. "It's the only way to wake you up sometimes," he defended himself. A pathetic attempt, really. He just knew it bothered me and enjoyed saying it for that very reason.

"Wait," his words had finally caught up with me. "What do you mean we are in, Australia, for now?" I questioned him, this time it was my turn to take a space back from him to get a better look.

He shrugged innocently. "I guess you'll have to stick around and see," he smiled, releasing me to grab the bags from the bed. "I got you a bikini, or a few," he admitted sheepishly, handing me one of the bags.

I took a look in the bag, sure enough, there were a few bikini's in there. They ranged from various colors, some more skimpy than others, which he explained were just for his eyes. What got me excited in a weird way, was the fact that he had also gotten me various cover ups, just in case I felt uncomfortable. Something about that simple enough, gesture made me love him even more. He didn't have to buy them, but he consciously took into consideration the way I felt about wearing a two piece, even though he insisted I looked fine.