Lumière // h.s

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A/N: Slightly mature language towards the end(you knew it was going to happen sooner or later) ;)

Cait's POV.

Because it was our final night here Harry decided to make it our date night(the date he'd asked me on a few days ago).

I'd for some reason been nervous about it all day, Harry had been out the entire day so I was able to read and relax on the balcony for most of it.

I began getting ready at 6 and finished at 7:58 with 2 minutes to spare. I'd opted for a white cross crop top, a black midi pencil skirt, black heels and my hair in a high pony with some loose tendrils.

As I finished spraying perfume, there was a knock at the door.

I crossed my arms with a smirk as I opened the door. "This is your house Harry."

He grinned presenting me with red roses from behind his back.

I take them smelling in the sweet scent. "You are the cutest, thank you. Come in whilst I grab my clutch."

I grab it, turn my light off and meet him by the door.

"Nice place."

"Thanks." I laugh.

"Live alone?"

I smirk closing the door behind us. "No, I have a room mate."

"Is he hot?"

I laugh. "I think he's gay to be honest."

"Heeey."

"I'm only teasing." I laugh linking my arm through his as we walk to his car.

He opens my door for me and I slide in, "Such a gentleman." I mock gasp. He laughs shaking his head as he walks round the car.

We park in an exclusive restaurant, I knew it was a higher, up market place where celebrities usually go. I was slightly surprised Harry chose here as I know he hates these sorts of places.

He opened my door for me and we headed on inside, the paps were waiting as if someone had told them Harry was coming, they took as many photos as possible within the 7 seconds of us going from the car to the restaurant, their flashes blinding. The flash was more harsh at night than in the day so I kept my head down and followed Harry in.

Once seated we were asked about drinks and then left alone.

"Why did you choose here?" I ask curiously.

He shrugs. "I thought you'd like it. We've been eating low end not so healthy food all week, I think it's time we get some rich food in us."

I smile bringing my water to my lips.

"I've loved this week. Thank you for everything."

"It's no problem."

"Matty text me yesterday."

Harry frowns. "He did?"

I nod awkwardly.

"What did he say?."

I swallow. "Just about hanging out when I get back to london."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"..And are you going to hang out with him?"

"I don't really know him, but I don't see the harm. Just as friends." I shrug.

"Hmm."

"What's going on with..us?" I ask shyly.

"Well, I like you. You like me. We're on a date." He gestures around the restaurant.

"What do you want for us?"

"Honestly? He asks.

"Of course."

"Honestly, I'd love for us to be together. Just see how things go between us. We get on so well and I just.. I just like you, and I want to be around you all the time."

I smile, a blush creeping upon my cheeks. "I want to be around you all the time too." I reply quietly.

"So what do you say? We try this being together business and see where it goes?"

"Mr Styles are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I smirk speaking in an overly posh voice.

"That's exactly what I'm doing."

I smile wide. "Then I accept."

- - - - - - - - -

"Bye LA." I sigh sadly as the plane takes off. Harry's arm around my shoulder, a fleece wrapped around us both.

I close my eyes waiting for the plane to finishing climbing up. It's always made me feel light headed and dizzy.

Once level and able to take off our seatbelts Harry and I snuggle together even more.

"Mmm thank you for making this an amazing trip."

I kiss his lips. "Thank you for inviting me," I whisper against them.

"You know now you're my girlfriend I can do this.." I feel Harry's other hand slip under the fleece and slid into my leggings.

I gasp. "Harry! We're on a plane," I mumble quietly looking around.

"It's just you,me and the pilot babe." He smirks his hand not moving and I didn't really want it to.

He slips his hand under my baby pink thong and felt two fingers stroking me slowly. I shut my eyes allowing the pleasure to take over me.

They stopped on my hood where Harry rubbed slow, agonising circles and ever so often flicked making me almost come to my end there and then.

He slid the two fingers down and inside me ever so slowly. My eyes rolled as quiet whimpers came from me. His thumb constantly on my hood as his two fingers worked inside of me, he found the specific g.spot inside of me making my legs shake uncontrollably.

I'd never had this happen to me before. The furthest I've ever been with a guy is making out and a poor hand job that I knew I did terribly wrong(Jordan Peters never spoke to me again after that).

He continued to flick his fingers inside of me with some sort of 'come hither' action. I'd read about that in some Cosmo magazine when I was 16. And boy was he doing it well.

I felt my legs shake again before my entire stomach felt like I was on fire. I moaned so loud I slapped my hand across my mouth, my hips jerking towards his hands. Once he stopped I lay lifeless against my seat.

Harry kissed me with a chuckle. "Enjoy that babe?"

"No ones ever done that to me before."

"What, given you an orgasm?"

I shake my head.

"There's a lot more where that came from." He smirked kissing my lips again before I leaned against his chest and snuggled in more - preparing for a long 9 hour flight.