The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Thirty - Bets

Harry's P.O.V.

I stared down at Elle as she slept on my chest, her expression was peaceful and she had a small smile on her pink lips. Her hair was swept out behind her, like a curtain of brown silk. I ran my fingers through it while my other arm wrapped around her, keeping her glued to me. Tonight had been the best night of my life. Sunlight streamed through the curtains of the hotel, illuminating Elle's face and making me shake my head in wonder once again, she was my girlfriend, finally.

I felt her stir and she peeked up at me, her eyes a mossy green, a shade darker than mine. She smiled and her eyes sparkled, I stroked her cheek gently.

"Morning." I greeted her, my voice husky from sleep.

"Morning." She replied, she reached up and planted a kiss on my lips. I pulled her closer and I felt her fall into me.

"Last night was..." I trailed off and shook my head in amazement, she smiled and nodding, understanding what I meant exactly.

"How long are we booked in?" Elle questioned, resting her head in the crook of my neck, her body moulded into mine, like she was supposed to be in my arms all the time.

"We have until tomorrow evening," I smiled, I heard her stomach grumble and I kissed her forehead. "Come on, I'll buy you breakfast."

Elle sat up and glared playfully at me. "No, I'll buy us breakfast."

I rolled my eyes and pulled her towards me. "Now that you're my girlfriend, it's my duty to pay for things."

She poked me in the chest and stared up at me with a smile. "Now that you're my boyfriend it's my duty to pay for things too."

"You are so stubborn," I growled, I pushed her back on the bed and pinned her wrists behind her head. "But that's part of why I love you."

"And I love you, although you drive me insane paying for everything." Elle laughed, leaning upwards so she could kiss my lips.

"OK, we'll go half." I sighed unhappily, one day she would have to let me spoil her.

"Perfect." She chirped before heading over to her clothes.

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We walked into the hotels breakfast room hand in hand, we had been showered and we were clean. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white polo shirt and Elle was wearing some shorts and a cute white tee. Louis had hired a driver to bring down some clothes for us, I had paid for the room for four days, I wanted a proper break with Elle.

"Good morning." A perky waitress grinned when Elle and I came into view, her eyes widened in realization as she zeroed on me. Elle squeezed my hand and I smiled at her, I was glad that she didn't mind me talking to fans.

"Table for Styles please." I smiled, the waitress mumbled something about being professional under her breath and checked her list. Her eyes flicked to look at Elle and she smiled slightly, obviously taking note of our entwined hands. I breathed a sigh of relief, the fans we had met so far seemed to like Elle, she had a kind face.

"Right this way please," The red haired waitress motioned for us to follow her and we did as we were told, our table was beside the window overlooking the River Thames, I pulled out the chair for Elle before sitting in my own chair. "Our specialty today is honey coated pancakes, here are your menu's, give me a shout when you're ready."

"Pancakes sounds good." Elle said after scanning the menu, I nodded my head in approval and put my menu on top of hers.

"What do you wanna do today?" I asked, taking her hand in mine.