If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 21

Dinner flies by and Harry somehow manages to behave himself throughout the rest of the night. We spend forever discussing the upcoming charity gala. The boys beg us again to tell them when we are wearing and Uncle Richard and Aunt Jane laugh as both me and Nicole refuse to budge on giving them anything more to go on. 

"I already told you the colour, Styles. That's all you get," I smirk at him across the table, knowing how much it's killing him to be across from me and not beside me where he could touch me. To be honest, it's driving me a little crazy, too. I could spend hours letting my hands study and memorise the way every inch of his skin feels. 

"It doesn't matter anyway. You could show up in a rotten potato sack and I'd still gladly have you on my arm," he smiles adoringly at me as if we were alone at the table. How does he manage to take me from horny to swooning in a matter of seconds. It's truly a gift from God. 

"Oh, Amelia... isn't he just the sweetest thing!" Aunt Jane begins to gush as Uncle Richard just chuckles and shakes his head. Niall and Nicole seem to be in their own little world on the other side of us. After a few moments, they join back into the conversation and Anna brings us out some delicious dark chocolate souffles with raspberries and fresh cream on top. 

We finish our deserts and Niall announces that the boys have to be up early in the morning for an interview at one of the London radio stations. I was hoping that they wouldn't have to leave so soon after dinner. I still hadn't settles my debt to Mr. Styles from earlier and I was more than eager to pay up. 

Aunt Jane and Uncle Richard made their goodbyes short and sweet before heading upstairs and leaving me and Nicole with the boys. I think Uncle Richard warmed up to Harry by the end of the night. He shook his hand again and invited both the boys to play a round of golf with him in a couple of weeks. When he walked over to tell me goodnight as Aunt Jane was hugging Niall and Harry, he kissed me on the forehead and whispered so only I could hear, "Keep him on his toes." He winked before Aunt Jane hugged me and lead her husband away. 

"Do you guys really have to go so soon?" I pout as Harry wraps his arms around me outside. 

"Unfortunately. I wish we didn't, babe. You know I'd love nothing more than to stay here with you. I'd take you with me but I'd like to wait a day or so before I fall back from your uncle's good graces."

"Fair enough. Will you text me before you go to bed?" I ask, feeling a bit pathetic to even ask after we spent the whole evening together. 

Harry lifts my chin with his knuckles and grazed them across my cheek. "You know I will, Mia. Don't ever feel silly for wanting more of me. You have all of me, completely." It's amazing how well he knows me after such a short period of time. I am completely transparent to him. 

"Yes, sir," I smile, batting my eyelashes at him. He cocks an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. Ever so slowly, he brings his mouth down on my lips and captures them so that they glide deliciously against his. We kiss for what seems like both forever but never long enough until someone clears their throat. 

"Mate, we really gotta go. I don't want to leave either but you know how Liam will be if he can't get us up in the mornin'," Niall says with Nicole still tucked under his arm. We all say our final goodbyes before the boys crawl into the sleek, black Range Rover and disappear down the drive. 

Once me and Nicole are upstairs, we chat for a little while in the bathroom as we take our makeup off and brush our teeth. She decides to go on to bed while I run myself a bath. I've too many thoughts swarming around my head to fall asleep right now. I find a bottle of expensive lavender bath oil and pour it into the water along with a small amount of bubbles. I light a few candles that Aunt Jane brought me last week from her favourite shop in London. I set a few fluffy towels on the tuffed velvet bench beside the tub and let myself sink into the steaming water.