Adore You [H.S]

46 // Dine, Step Into The Light

After around a five-minute drive, we arrive at the Airbnb. And let me tell you... holy. Shit.

The house was bigger—and like a million times more aesthetically pleasing—than my townhouse and from the pictures Harry showed me in the car, the backyard had a hot tub, infinity pool and a staircase that went right onto the beach. It honestly looked like something out of a movie or reality show. But here I was, standing on the front porch, staring at the door in awe.

"Did you get stuck in quicksand?" Harry asks, referring to my gawking as he steps to my side, suitcase in hand.

"No," I say, tearing my eyes from the door to look at him. "It's just so...nice."

"Wait until you see the inside," he says, opening the door for me. I didn't expect it to be unlocked, but surprisingly, it was.

As he opened the door, it revealed a large tile staircase leading into the living room and dining area. Also just off the door were two staircases leading to what I'm assuming were the upstairs bedrooms of the villa.

I stopped in my tracks, completely taken back by the beauty of the home. My jaw was on the floor and my entire body fluttered from the inside out with butterflies. I've of course been in nice houses before, but nothing ever like this. Not only was I seeing the house, but I would be staying here. With Harry Styles. What the fuck?!

"We're staying upstairs," Harry explains, closing the door behind him.

I nodded to show I was listening, but I couldn't make out any words. The villa was just too much to take in all at once. He nudges me on the shoulder, and when I turn to look at him he nods his head to the right. More specifically, toward the staircase leading up.

"Oh," I mutter quietly. I follow him to the stairs and we begin walking up to them.

"James and Jules and their kids will be here really early tomorrow morning, around like 4 am-ish," he continues as we climb up the stairs, "Adele will be here tomorrow afternoon."

Just as he finished his last sentence, we reach the top of the stairs, which was just a short hallway with an open door to the bedroom. Harry pauses in his tracks and turns to me, the corner of his mouth tilting up.

"So we have the place to ourselves for the night," he says in a low voice.

My breath hitched at the way he said that. Harry has a deep enough voice as is, but when he talks in a quiet, low voice it makes me want to jump on him right then and there.

As soon as he was pleased with my response—wide-eyed and shocked, that is—he walks through the door of the bedroom we would inhabit for the next couple of days.

"Oh my God," I mumble under breath as I look around the room. Not only was the room ginormous, but the view from even just standing in the doorway was breathtaking.

Harry sets his luggage down on the ground gently before turning around to look at me. A bright smile spreads across his face as I slowly inch myself into the room. He chuckles softly and walks over to me.

"Come on," he whispers in my ear, taking ahold of my hand, "there's something I want to show you."

I nod without hesitation and he leads me across the large room, holding my hand tightly.

"I feel like there's a big surprise I should be closing my eyes for." I giggle.

Harry stops in his tracks to turn around and look at me. The smile had dropped from his face and a serious look replaced it.

"Would you like to?" He asks in that God-forsaken voice.

"S-Sure," I stammer, feeling intimidated by only a simple question and a look.