If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 8

When I wake up, I feel the giddiness start building in my stomach. In just a few short hours, Harry will pick me up. A few hours after that, I get to see my favourite person in the entire world. The excitement causes me to jolt out of bed so I can begin getting ready for my day. I decide to dress up a bit more this time since Harry has pretty much only seen me in traveling clothes and jeans. After spending a moment in my closet, I decide on a long black jumper that can double as a dress and some grey booties. Once I'm showered, I decide to put messy waves in my hair and do the tiniest smokey eye.

Once I'm finished adding my usual jewelry, I hurry over to my bedside table, realising that I've not checked my phone since I woke up. I smile when I notice that I have a text from both Harry and Nichole waiting on me.

Just changed planes! I'll text when we get close. xo Nichole

I hurriedly reply to her so that I can switch over to Harry's.

Good morning, love. I'll come round to pick you up at 10. I thought we could do lunch in the city. See you soon. xx Harry

I duck my head into a pillow and let out the girliest of squeals. How is this happening! Once I've collected myself, I type out a quick reply before heading downstairs for breakfast with my aunt and uncle.

After breakfast, I spend a little while in the garden talking to Aunt Jane. I've not had much opportunity to explore the house, but the garden is quickly becoming my favourite place. She tells me more about my family, providing me with happy stories from her childhood. I can tell that she still tries to be delicate when mentioning my father, a slight pained look on her face each time she accidentally says his name.

Aunt Jane leaves me to go take care of some charity business at about a quarter 'til 10:00. Not having realised the time, I rush upstairs to double check my appearance and grab my bag before Harry arrives. Just before I make it out of my room, I hear Joe come over the intercom, informing me that Harry is outside.

I try my best to calm down before I make it down the stairs. When I reach the foyer, I see Harry standing in the doorway talking to Joe. He looks delectable as ever wearing a floral button down and his usual tight black jeans and boots. I find myself distracted with the bit of his chest peeping over the top of his shirt that isn't buttoned. I am entranced by the way his muscles move under his taut skin while he talks with his hands. Staring a bit too long, I get caught by Harry as I glance up to his face and see a knowing smirk playing on his face. He walks over to me and laces our fingers together.

"It was nice talking to you, Joe. I'll let you know about those tickets," he nods as he leads me out of the house.

"Thank you, Mr. Styles. Goodbye, Miss Radison," Joe smiles politely at us before closing the door.

Harry surprises me by opening the passenger side door and helping me into the Range Rover.

"No driver today?" I ask once he's walked around and got behind the wheel.

"I thought we could spend the day just you and me until it's time to get Nichole," he smiles at me.

"That sounds perfect," I say before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. He takes me by surprise by turning his head so that my lips meet his instead of his cheek. The kiss immediately deepens when he runs his long fingers over my jaw and onto my neck. I allow my hand to twist around into his hair. We continue for a few moments before he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine.

"Sorry... I seem to get carried away around you," he gruffly apologises while running his knuckles over my cheeks.

"Same," I squeak, still breathless.