Crazy Little Thing Called Love

We Keep This Love In A Photograph Or Ready To Go

Hi everyone, I added one of my favourite videos at the top because it fits the chapter so well (and partly because I love it so much- Ed is my favourite artist and he has inspired and helped me so much over the past few years). I hope you like the chapter! All the love, as always, Summer xxx

Harry chased me around the vans and caravans which were piled up around set, until he caught me in a back corner and trapped me between his body and the backside of a caravan. Both of us were breathing  heavily and for some reason I suddenly didn't mind being pressed against a caravan at all. "You look really hot in your uniform." I accidentally blurted out and blushed deeply when I realised what I had just said. Harry threw his head back in laughter and I enjoyed the beautiful view in front of me, while trying to hide my embarrassed grin. When he looked back down at me, his green eyes were twinkling with mischief and before I could react in anyway, he had smeared his muddy finger right across my cheek.

My shocked expression must have looked quite funny because he started to laugh again and then leaned in to rub his muddy cheek against mine. He giggled like a little school boy and run a hand through his hair. "Ooops." he said with a wide smirk which suddenly disappeared when I leaned in and pressed my lips right at the corner of his mouth, trailing my fingers down his chest towards his belt, before I suddenly ducked underneath his arms and dashed away. "Oooops!" I called over my shoulder and heard Harry's loud laughter behind me, as he followed me. 

Unfortunately, this one small moment in which I hadn't watched where I was going turned out to be a very big mistake, because when I turned my head back it was too late to avoid a crash. Lucky as I was, I managed to crash into Kenneth Branagh out of all the people who happened to be on set. He caught be before I fell to the ground and placed me safely back onto my feet. "Oh my God, I am SO sorry, Sir, I... I didn't watch where I was going because Harry was chasing me and-" I started to apologise, but to my surprise his face split into a grin. "Don't worry about it, miss. Could happen to anyone." Behind us Harry had finally caught up with us and was very unsuccessfully trying to hide a grin. "Is this young lady with you, Harry?" he asked him and when Harry nodded he patted my shoulder and then continued his way towards the caravan that Harry had just pressed me up against, only seconds ago. "Enjoy your time in Dunkirk!" he added over his shoulder and disappeared around a corner.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a loud sigh of relief and Harry started to laugh again when he saw the mesmerised look on my face. "Your... face..." he managed to squeeze out in between giggles and doubled over in laughter. I watched him with a stern look on my face and crossed my arms in front of my chest, while I impatiently tapped my foot on the ground. "Oh come on, this was hilarious." Harry tried to make me smile again and stepped in front of  me. When he tried to kiss me, I turned my head to the left, but I couldn't hide the hint of a smile which was threatening to show on my face. Knowing exactly what he was doing, he slowly started to trail kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Claire?" he murmured against my skin. Unable to form any words, I only hummed. "Will you stay the night?" he asked timidly and looked up at me from underneath his long eyelashes. "Of course." I promised instantly and his whole face lit up, before he occupied himself again with the skin right above my collar bone.

We fooled around in the shadows between the vans and caravans, our bodies always somehow connected, until we were interrupted my a PA who guided Harry away for another scene. He pushed the keys to his trailer into my hands and whispered the number into my ear, before he was pulled away to the make-up trailer by the grinning PA. Unsurprisingly, it took me nearly ten minutes to find Harry's trailer. After a moment of hesitation, I unlocked his door and slipped through the door. The inside looked exactly like somewhere where Harry would enjoy spending some down time. A record player stood in a corner with a big pile of records next to it and a big bed filled out the whole back of the trailer, a guitar leaned against the wall. Hesitantly, I sat down on the neatly folded blanket and let my eyes wander over the water kettle which stood on a little table together with a couple of mugs and the photos he had pinned on the wall.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed one of us. I wasn't sure when it had been taken, but we were both lying on my sofa and I was smiling up at him, while he was kissing my forehead. We looked very happy and very much in love and I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach as I stared at the photo on the wall. However, the photo that surprised me the most was standing on the small table next to the bed on top of his records. It was a photo of me, just me. My head was thrown back in laughter, my eyes closed, and I looked more carefree and happier than I remember feeling at any point during the past few months.

Carefully, I picked it up and studied it, before I heard voices outside and quickly placed it back on top of the records. With a small smile I recognised the record on top of the small pile. It was the one I had given him for his birthday which had belonged to my dad. My hands were shaking a bit, as I pulled it out of its cover and gently placed it onto the player, before I put the needle on the edge of the record and pressed play. 'Come Together' sounded through the room and I sat down onto his bed and closed my eyes, just listening to the music.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, The Beatles had stopped playing and Harry was standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. He was even muddier than earlier at the beach and the the first thing he did when he entered was take his shoes off. "Hey, did you get some sleep?" he asked me and started to unbutton his shirt. With a yawn, I sat up and run my hand through my hair, my eyes never leaving his. "I think I did, yes." I felt my cheeks heat up and watched him, as he locked his door and pushed the muddy trousers down his long legs, before he reached for a pack of wet wipes and cleaned his face a little bit. 

Without saying a word, he walked over to me and silently gestured me to scoot over, before  he lay down beside me and pulled me down to lie next to him. With a happy sigh, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer into him until my head rested on his chest. "Thank you for flying all the way to France." he thanked me quietly. I moved a little bit so that I could look up at him and smiled when my eyes met his. "Of course." His smile deepened and his dimples appeared, before  he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine for a short, but sweet kiss. "Are you done for the day?" I asked him and cuddled back into him. He hummed and intertwined our fingers with one hand, while the other began to gently stroke my hair, making me sleepy again. "Do you want to stay here for a bit more, or do you want to go back to the hotel?" he asked me and I opened one eye, before my stomach answered his question for me with a loud growl. 

Laughing, he gently pushed me off his chest and sat up, but I only let out a loud groan and pulled the blanket over my head. "Hey, it's you who's hungry, love." Harry chuckled and I poked my head out of my blanket again to send him a glare which made him chuckle even more. "Come on, I'll order room service and then we'll watch a movie or something." he suggested and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, before standing up. I rolled over onto my side and silently watched him as he walked around the room only in his underwear in the search of some clothes. 

His toned body was a beautiful thing to watch and I let my eyes wander over the countless tattoos which were scattered all over his body. Only when Harry cleared his throat, my eyes snapped up and I knew that my face was probably crimson red by now. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure if I would be able to only watch a movie with him. "Ready to go?" he asked with a smirk, as if he knew what was going through my mind, and offered me his hand which I gratefully took, before I followed him outside into the bright sun.