Far Too Many Good Intentions. (Harry Styles)

I'm gonna make this place your home.

We talked with Anne for a while, before she had to leave for a dinner party. "Goodbye loves! I can't wait to see you again," she called. I waved goodbye until the screen went black, and Harry grinned at me. "She really liked you."

"Thank you for letting me meet her," I said, flopping backwards on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt the bed cave as Harry followed suit. I opened my eyes and turned my head to find Harry's centimeters away from mine. "Hi, Harold," I teased, taking one of his curls on the back of his neck and twisting it around my finger. His eyes closed, and he let out a sigh. "That feels amazing," he groaned. His hand brushed my cheek delicately. "You're so beautiful. More than you'll ever know," he murmured, keeping his hand there. "Sometimes when I'm with you, I'm afraid you aren't real, and that this is some strange dream I'll wake up from soon."

My face grew red, and he smiled at the reaction. I stopped twirling his hair, looking into those green eyes that had captivated me from the start. "I'm right here," I whispered as he leaned in even more, pressing his lips to mine tenderly. All my senses seemed to implode, leaving me breathless, unable to think; unable to feel anything but his his lips on mine. The places where his skin touched mine tingled. His kisses became more desperate as his arms wound their way around my waist, pulling us together. My hands left his neck and tangled in his soft hair. His tongue brushed my bottom lip and I granted him access, causing a whole new feeling to stir inside of me, something is never felt with any man before. He gripped my sides tighter, and I gasped almost inaudibly. But it was loud enough for Harry to notice, which only made him smirk against my lips, gently rolling me over so he was on top of me. He broke away from me before attaching his lips to my neck. "You're perfect," He whispered, causing a shudder to ripple through me. "I'm far from it," I joked breathlessly. It was getting harder to form proper sentences with this beautiful boy's lips tracing the outline of my collarbone. He stopped to look into my eyes. "I'm going to kiss you until you believe it for yourself, then," His voice grew husky and low.

"This might take a while," I grinned as I pressed my forehead to his.

"I'm okay with that," he spoke against the skin behind my ear. He reconnected his lips to mine for a moment, before pulling back to look at me. "Addy," he murmured, running his fingers down my cheek.

"Haz?" I giggled, mimicking his movements.

"Would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" his eyes smoldered, looking down at me.

I responded by touching my lips to his irresistible jawline. "I thought you'd never ask."

I awoke to Harry's light snoring in my ear, and Instantly recalled yesterday's events. I smiled, warmth spreading all the way to my toes, and I snuggled into his chest more. A beam of sunlight peeked through the closed curtains, cutting through the darkness of the room; Harry's room. After a night with the boys, we must have fallen asleep together. I was just falling back to sleep when I felt Harry sigh deeply, and his hand came up to rest against my head. He smoothed my hair down softly, trailing his fingers all the way to the ends, where he twirled it between his fingers. My eyes fluttered open to meet his beautiful green ones. "You're a creep," I teased. He just laughed and brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. "I can't help it. You're cute," he shrugged. I stretched up to kiss him lightly, not caring if it was morning, or if my makeup was smudged, if my clothes were too rumpled. Because Harry was the only Person in my life who would always accept me as I was, and would love me for it. He kissed my nose, grinning. "I have an inquisition for you," he stated, acting very serious.

"And what would that be?" I giggled.

"Want to go to Spain today?"

I shot up into a sitting position. "What?"

"Do you want to go to Spain with me today?"

"Are you being serious?" I laughed, but he stared at me completely straight faced.

"Yes, completely. I was thinking we could spent the weekend, just us," he murmured, his fingers drawing small circles into my spine. I closed my eyes and took a breath. "I mean, of course, I'd love to go! But what about the others?"

He shrugged. "They'll live without us for a few days. I'm thinking we can leave in...thirty minutes?"

My eyes went wide. "That soon?"

"Come on, Addison, it's not like we have anything to do," he chuckled, kissing my forehead. "So, what do you say?" His eyes studied my face, taking in every detail.

"Let's get packing," I sighed, stretching up to kiss him lightly. "You're lucky you're so perfect," I muttered. Spain…I was going to Spain. With Harry. Spain with Harry. With my boyfriend. I shook my head; what a concept.

A/N: This is absolutely shit, and I apologise. I will be getting back in the swing of things soon. Have faith in me, please :)