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The once innocent Callie has fallen in love with the new kid, Harry Styles. Now engaged and with a little girl. Sequel to Small Bump

Chapter.19.

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by wishewasmine

by wishewasmine

Chapter Nineteen

Callie P.o.v.

"Welcome to flight 803 to Ireland." The pilot spoke through the intercom.

"We-we're going to Ireland?" I whispered excitedly.

"Isn't that what the pilot just said?" Harry smiled kissing my nose.

"Oh, my goodness." I breathed.

"Calm down. It's just Ireland." Harry laughed.

"Okay, to you it's just Ireland, to me it a dream vacation." I spoke turning my body in my seat to talk to him.

"Really?" He sarcastically responded.

"How did you know?" I questioned.

"Nobody told you that you talk your sleep?" He smirked.

"What else do you know?" I questioned, fastening my seat belt.

"That I will never tell."

"Ugh." I groaned.

"Time to take off. Go to sleep my love." Harry purred in my ear.

I laid back, the soft pillow resting between my neck and chair. My eyes soon became heavy, I fell in to a deep slumber.

"Hey, wake up, love. We have landed." A raspy voice pulls me out of my sleep.

"Hmm." I hummed in response.

I looked out the window seeing green lands and many buildings. I get up unbuckling my seat belt. Stretching my legs and arms.

"Here." Harry hands me a suit case, the lightest one.

"Thanks."

We step off the plane, a large man holding a sign saying, 'Mr. and Mrs. Styles.' Greeted us with a warm smile.

"Hello, I'm Blair, I will be your chauffeur for the time you will be staying here." He shook both mine and Harry's hands, the sign tucked under his left underarm.

"Hi." I whispered. He looked quite scary. His frame towered over Harry's, his blazer seemed restricting his large biceps, his tan skin that was tattooed; though his eyes a soft blue color.

"Hello, sir, nice to meet you." Harry smiled.

We walked out of the Airport and into a long, black limousine. The day couldn't get any better.

"You did this for us?" I ask in awe.

"For you." He whispered, kissing my temple.

We get into the limo the lights on the roof sparkled in the dark passenger back seat. It was amazing. The green, red and blue lights flashing.

"Where am I taking ya?" The limo driver spoke through the small window.

"To the Hotel, Greg." Harry smiled at me.

"As you wish." Greg smiled at me through the review mirror, "Welcome to Dublin."

"Thanks."

Greg was a middle aged man, his hair dark brown with a few gray hairs above his ears, his eyes of what I could see, they were a gray color.

"We're here" Greg smiled.

I could see a small smirk play on Harry's lips as we pulled up to the hotel. It's was large; twenty stories at least.

"I had no choice in the hotel, my mum picked it out." Harry sighed, almost as if he wanted to do everything with out his mom, which is probably true.

"Well, it's very nice." I smiled. The large lit sign, 'Clontarf Castle Hotel.' It was very nice. The gray building covered with a thick layer of green moss, small lights around the entrance. It was beautiful.

"This is amazing." I gasped getting out if the limo.

"It really is, mum, Gemma and I would stay here while visiting my grandma." Harry explained.

"Cute." I whispered.

"I'm not cute." Harry stated firmly, grabbing the suit cases, handing me that same one.

"You're right, you're adorable." I smirked.

"I'll show you adorable." He whispered walking towards the entrance.

"Sure." I whisper.

We walk into the large stone building. The inside smelled of cinnamon.

"Styles." Harry told the receptionist.

"Yes, sir." She smiled. She wasn't plastic. She had light blonde hair pulled into a bun at the Tom of her head. She looked to be maybe in her mid-twenties. She was very pretty. She stood up to get our room key. She had a small baby bump. I looked at her name tag, Sydney. I walked passed Harry wanting to make small talk with her.

"When are you due?" I smiled.

"Four months." She placed her small hand on her belly. "Do you have a little one?"

"Yes, a little four year old home named Darcy." I felt Harry put down the suit cases, pulling my close to him. I pull out my phone to show her a picture of her.

"She is adorable. She looks like him." She nodded towards Harry.

"What are you having?" Harry piped up.

"A boy."

"any names?" I ask.

"Connor Riley."

We soon had wrapped up our small conversation. We took the elevator up to the top floor. The room was white with one blood red wall, the sheets silk and red.

"This is amazing." I whisper.

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Hey fellow readers and followers. You should read mr friends Harry Styles fanfic called Breathless. It's amazing.

Okay. One Direction is about 5 hours away from me... Eep!!

The hotel is real. Clontarf Castle is an actual hotel in Dublin. It's really pretty.