Far Too Many Good Intentions. (Harry Styles)

Your forever is all that I need.

A/N: I'm trying to bust this out as quickly as possible, because in truth, I'm having a hard time continuing to write it. And it's mainly because I really enjoy writing my Niall story! I'm also in the process of writing another Harry story that I think you all will like :)  

"Where in the hell are you?" Louis' angry tone filled my ear as I rubbed my eyes groggily the next morning.    

"Wait a second," I whispered, sitting up slightly. I surveyed what I assumed to be the bedroom in what little light came through the window, carefully unwrapping myself from the slumbering curly headed boy.    

Throwing on a random t-shirt that was strewn across the floor, I walked out into the main room where I put the phone to my ear once more. "We went to Ibiza...I thought he told you, Lou," I spoke in a hushed tone as to not wake Harry.    

"Did he fail to mention we have a gig in six hours? And you two are nowhere to be found," he had cooled down a bit since I had first answered the phone, and I heard him sigh on the other line. "Look, I'm not angry. Is there any way you can get back by 5 PM?"    

"Yeah, we'll be back," I said quietly. "Sorry again, Lou."    

"Don't worry about it, babe. We'll see you in a while."    

I hung up the phone, looking around the beautiful suite I'd called my home for only a night. It was a shame we had to leave so soon, what with the little we had actually seen.    

Last night with Harry was quite possibly the happiest I'd ever been. My mind wandered back to the way his hands touched me, delicately sweeping my hair over my shoulder where he had laid a kiss on my collar bones.    

I didnt have to be a rocket scientist to know I had completely fallen for Harry. He made me feel like anything was possible; like I was perfect. And I never wanted to remember how my life was before I even met him.    

Who knew that a chance alleyway excursion with the painfully attractive lad could've turned into this. I almost laughed at myself right there and then: I felt straight out of a soap opera with the way I was thinking.    

I put a kettle on, blowing a few strands of fringe out of my face that had fallen from the knot on top of my head. I exhaled heavily, knowing I had to wake Harry if we weren't to get in trouble with everyone back home.    

I crept back into the bedroom, falling down onto the bed. "Harry," I whispered, poking his arm.     There was no response; he was fast asleep. "Harry," I said a little louder, scooting closer so that I  could run my hands over his bare torso.    

"Wake up," I brought my lips to his ear, kissing his smooth cheek. I felt his lips twitch slightly, but he still would not open his eyes. My fingers roamed over his chest, and down across the waistband of his boxers.    

"Holy hell, stop that," he finally mumbled sleepily.    

I smirked, putting my hands on either side of his face. "Open your eyes, then."    

His eyelids slowly fluttered open to reveal those emerald eyes I had first grown to love, staring into my own. "Hi," I smiled, taking in the beauty of his features in the low light.    

"What a lovely way to wake up," he breathed, dipping his head down so he could press his lips to mine. When we pulled apart, I was drawing circles lazily on the back of his neck.    

"Last night was amazing," he smiled. "Am I allowed to ask for round two yet?"    

"You know I'd love to. But I'm afraid I received an angry call from Louis this morning, telling us to be home. You have a show," I pointed out.    

His hands flew to his face, covering his eyes. "I can't believe I forgot! I'm sorry, A, I know you love it here--"    

"It's okay," I shrugged. "Duty calls."    

He rolled his eyes at me playfully, stepping out of the bed, and offering me a hand up. He pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.    

I breathed in the smell of his soft skin, just standing in the middle of the room. I sighed, stretching up to press my lips against his jaw. "Let's go home, Pop Star."          

We made it to Heathrow after a few hours in the air. When we walked through the doors, I could tell neither of us wanted to return as I watched his face change.    

Fans had caught wind of his presence and were lined up in front of the gate. He laced my fingers with his, sending me an apprehensive look.    

"Harry, who is she?" A pap called out.    

"This is my girlfriend, Addison," he smiled as we kept walking.    

"Do you love her?" a shrill voice of a younger girl reached my ears, and I blushed furiously.    

Harry simply turned to me, pushing the main doors to the outside open. He looked down, deep into my eyes, grinning ear to ear. "Yeah, I love her."    

Cheers of 'aww' chorused around us, but all I could do was smile at the perfect boy, and never let go.