Lumière // h.s

[ f i f t y - t w o ]

Cait's POV.

I was sat in bed watching the Kardashians on my laptop when I heard keys in the door. I stood up quicker than ever before running down the stairs and jumping into Harry's arms the second he walked through the door, he hadn't even had time to roll his suitcases in.

"I've missed you too." He laughed holding me with both arms.

I pull back and kiss him repeatedly until my legs start to get cold as the door was still open, I was only in a shirt and although it's July it's still cold at 11pm.

He rolled his suitcases in before meeting me in the kitchen where I put the kettle on.

I kiss him again. "God I've missed you."

His hands move down to my bum when he grabs it playfully holding me against the counter. "My shirt and knickers huh?" He smirks.

"Mhmm," I hum biting his bottom lip.

"You know how to get to me," He groans.

"I do?" I ask softly, our lips brushing. Our eyes dancing, the entire house silent.

"I've dreamt for 3 weeks about coming home to you."

"Expectation better than reality?" I ask brushing a curl off his face.

"I prefer the reality much," He kisses me. "Much," He kisses me again. "More."

"I don't believe you, show me." I whisper.

Within seconds I was lifted onto the counter, the boiling kettle long forgotten.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"So I have a confession.." Harry says softly as we lay completely naked between his sheets.

We had literally had sex in 5 different room before getting to his bed. "Don't look so worried." He laughed moving a strand of hair out of my eyes before tracing my jaw with his finger.

"What.. what is it?"

"I booked for us to fly to New York."

My eyes lit up. "You have?"

He nodded. "I sorted it all out. New York first, then LA, then home to see my parents."

"Are you going alone?"

"To where?"

"Your parents.."

"Oh, no. You're coming with me, mum basically begged me to bring you."

My eyes widen. It would be the first time Harry's introduced me as his girlfriend to his parents.

"Don't worry, mum loves you already."

"Oh.. okay.."

He kisses my lips. "You'll be fine. I promise. 3 weeks together."

"I haven't told Catherine."

"Already done."

I smile. "Really?"

"Really. She said 3 weeks is fine but you need to know the second you're back to work you're flying everywhere."

I swallow. "Oh,"

"It'll be fun, you'll get to explore, have a tour of your own."

"By myself." I reply sadly, tracing his swallows on his chest.

"No," He frowns. "You'll be with Catherine and you can Skype me and tell me about your day."

I nod.

"Anyway, let's not think about that now. You haven't asked me when we go to New York." He smirks.

I look up hopefully. "When?"

"Tomorrow. We fly 7 in the evening."

I gasp. "I haven't packed!" I basically yell.

He winces at my sudden volume.

"We're flying London to New York, New York to LA. right?" I ask.

"Correct."

I get out of bed, grab a T-shirt and pull out my suitcase.

"Babe," Harry yawns still in bed, he rubs his eyes before looking over at me with a tired smile. "What are you doing?"

"Packing,"

"Why? it's like.." He looks at his phone. "4 nearly 5 in the morning. You need to sleep then pack."

I shake my head grabbing some jeans making sure they were clean. "No, I have to think about weather in New York and LA. The possibility of rain in New York, then bikinis for LA - oh my god I don't have enough how am I going to buy them in time? I can buy them there right? I mean it's LA, but what if I need them for New York and they don't sell them there, I mean they must sell bikinis in New York right?-"

I turn around to see a fast asleep Harry. I smile at his pink lips and the way he's sleeping on his front, face flat against the pillow, his hair everywhere.

I pull the covers up over his body, kiss his cheek and return back to my packing.