Olivia's POV.
Winter had been late this year- cool, autumn gales blasting throughout November and a fairly mild December had resulted in a snow-laden England during the majority of the beginning months of the year.
"Let's get out of here for a few days." Harry started, looking at me intently from the other side of the bed, both still in our pyjamas. It was barely light.
"Where to?" I questioned, intrigued by his unexpected suggestion.
"My uncle has a small place in Scotland... I can drive us up there." He said grinning, grazing his palm back and forth over my knee. "Just you and me, Liv."
I thought about it for a second; peace, snow, and just Harry and I. No one else to intrude on our intimacy. Excitement whirred through me, evidently flushing to my cheeks.
"Ok" I grinned, clasping my palm over the top of his. "When?"
"Now" he said quickly, straddling his knees either side of mine and pinning my arms playfully above my head.
"Harry!" I squealed, pretending to fight his strong hold off.
His arms wrestled with mine; lips attacking my neck hungrily, before depriving me of his warm lips and looking down at me once more.
"C'mon, let's pack!" he gushed like an excited child on Christmas morning; eyes glistening and dimples deep.
"Okay, okay!" I laughed, pushing him off of me and sitting upright. "Give me an hour and come and pick me up, yeah?"
I pressed my lips to his cheek before he turned to face me.
"One hour, I know what you're like!" he joked, poking my ribs.
"An hour. Promise."
~
Okay, so an hour may have turned into two. Harry tapped his foot restlessly on the wooden floor of my room as shoved the last few essentials into my bag.
"Scarf? Check." I mumbled to myself, going over the mental list I'd made only a few hours ago.
"Hairdryer? Check. Gloves..."
"CHECK" Harry interrupted abruptly, startling my chain of thought. "Trust me Liv, you won't need half of what you've packed" he laughed, rolling his eyes at me. "So can we just get going? Me and you, remember? Not me, you and half of your bedroom."
I looked up to him from the floor, zipping my case up (with much difficulty). His mouth ends were curled up softly; eyelids lazy and hair pushed back. Even in his worn out 'i'm fed-up of you' mood, he managed to look amazing. He held his hand out towards me, beckoning me over. I got up from my knees and placed my hand in his; he quickly pulled me in towards him. His muscular arms wrapped around mine; fingers locking behind my back. He made me feel safe; untouchable, even.
Bowing his forehead to mine, our lips met; brushing one another gently.
"Just you and me" I mumbled into his lips.
~
It was late afternoon when we arrived, but the skies were still bright and birds still alert.
"Wow, Harry. This is... Wow" I said in awe as we stepped out of the car into the cool, Scottish air.
The cabin stood there proudly; silhouetted against the clear, blue sky. It was medium-sized; long lengths of dark brown wood shaped its exterior. The roof was covered in a thick sheet of bright white snow- whiter than any I'd ever seen, and towering pine trees enshrouded it to an utmost privacy.
