The Maid For Styles

Chapter 53

Chloe's POV

After cooking dinner (that consisted of my famous chicken tacos) together, Harry and I settled onto the couch, and decided to watch a movie. We watched 'She's The Man' and I laughed through almost all of it. If I wasn't laughing, I was drooling over Channing Tatum, and mumbling how 'fucking hot' he is. Harry, on the other hand, didn't really see what I was talking about, and tried to tell me that he was hotter than Channing. Mentally, I agreed, but I teased him instead and told him he couldn't compare to Channing Tatum. Harry gave me the silent treatment, but in the end, I apologised and we ended up in a heavy make out session, on the couch.

When the time came to leave for the airport, Harry called Paul and asked him if it was okay for Paul to meet us at the airport, just in case any fans spotted Harry, Niall and Liam. Paul agreed and told Harry he'd give him a call when he arrived and make his way to our car to escort us in. We headed off to the airport in Harry's range rover, the windows down somewhat. Even at night it was still mild.

Harry forced me to play eye spy, and it was incredibly boring seeing as all I could see was the night sky and bright lights on the side of the road. Harry found the game entertaining, but I didn't at all. Eventually, Harry tried to tell me some knock knock jokes, and, yes, they did make me laugh, but only because they were so terrible. I think he genuinely thought they were funny, but it was cute to see him so easily amused by his own jokes.

By the time we arrived at the airport, we had twenty minutes to spare. Paul had arrived five minutes after us and made his way to our car, Harry giving him the directions. Once Paul arrived, he drove Harry's range rover to a back entrance he'd informed the airport he'd be in need of. We got inside with absolutely no trouble and walked to the gate that Niall would be walking out of, seeing he was arriving a little earlier than Liam.

"I'm actually really excited to see them," I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So am I, although, I have to say, I've enjoyed our alone time," Harry chuckled, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

I laughed. "So have I, but don't you think it'll be nice to be around the boys as a couple? Like, we won't have to worry about them teasing us about how affectionate we are or anything, because it's what couples do, anyway."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I guess, but if they ever hear us having sex, well, they're not going to live that down."

Luckily, Paul was standing a couple of metres away from us, scrolling through his phone, so I doubted he heard what Harry had said, but I was still conscious of the fact that the man had ears and it was possible for him to hear anything we said.

"Harry, they're not going to hear us," I grunted.

"Oh, really? Do you actually think you can keep quiet?" Spoke Harry, his voice holding a somewhat condescending tone.

"Uhm, yes, I do," I nodded. Lie. "But, that's not why they're not going to hear us."

"Then, why?" He asked.

"Because, we are not going to do it when they're in the house," I confirmed.

Harry chuckled. "Oh, baby, I think you'll be in desperate need of me at some point in time, and you're going to have to forget that they're there."

"I don't think so," I laughed.

"Whatever you say," Harry sang, cuddling me into his chest.

"How long until Niall gets here?" I asked into his chest.

"Uhm," Harry started, looking to the clock on the wall. "Like, five minutes."

I nodded. "I've missed him."