Adore You [H.S]

49 // Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

The sound of a bamboo flute wakes me from my slumber, startling me slightly. I had forgotten that I told Harry to set an alarm so we wouldn't sleep too late and could enjoy the entire day, not just half of it. But he failed to mention that he set his alarm tone as 'Sledgehammer' by Peter Gabriel.

Harry slowly awakens from his own slumber as the horns in the song start to play. As I sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, Harry reaches over to turn the alarm off now that we were both awake and it was no longer needed.

"I take it that's your favorite song," I assume, looking over at him as he covers his face, the light peering in through the numerous windows of the room too bright for his tired eyes.

"One of them," he says simply.

After a few moments of waking himself up both physically and mentally, Harry rolls out of bed. He stretches his body to its full height, raising his arms above his head. The way his rib cages were so defined whenever he stretched intrigued me. Like, the man had the waist measurements of a female model. I would never understand how that was possible.

I figured it was now my turn to get up out of bed, so I did. Once I was standing up, I leaned back, cracking my spine.

Harry cringes at the loud popping sound, watching me crack the joints in my back.

"That's disgusting," Harry says, shaking his head. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that he thought me just popping my back was somehow gross.

"You don't ever pop your knuckles or anything?" I ask as he—ironically—slid his rings down his long, slender fingers.

"No."

"Really? I think it's so satisfying."

"Whatever floats your boat."

I let out another laugh and make my way over to my suitcase to decide what to wear today. I'd brought two pairs of shorts and one pair of jeans, just in case the weather cold a bit chillier than expected. I think Harry had checked the weather and it was supposed to rain tomorrow, so I'm insanely glad I was prepared.

I ended up settling for a black Led Zeppelin tee with black jean shorts. When I laid it out to get a preview of what it looks like together, I honestly thought it was pretty cute. I mentally patted myself on the back for this one, though I may burn up in the sun.

I quickly change out of my sleepwear and into the outfit. But as I was slipping the shirt over my head, Harry appeared in the door frame of the bathroom.

"Oh, don't forget," he says, his words mumbled by the toothbrush he held in his mouth, "James and Jules are meeting us over there."

That made me rethink the entire outfit. I mean, sure it was cute. But was it really James Corden material. I mean the only people he's ever met that were with Harry were fellow celebrities with fancy clothes and stuff. And this outfit wasn't...that.

"You look beautiful," Harry tells me, putting all my wondering to rest.

"Thank you," I say, smiling brightly. I was honestly just grateful he at least told me I did, even if I didn't. If he hadn't said anything about my outfit at all, I probably would've assumed he didn't like it and felt too bad to say anything so he just kept his mouth shut. Sort of petty of me to think that way, but it happens.

"Oh!" His face brightens up as he rushes back into the bathroom. I hear him spit his toothpaste out and then the sound of running water before he's rushing back into the bedroom. "Speaking of clothes, I want to show you this shirt I bought a little while ago. I haven't worn it yet. I'm wearing today so obviously, you'll see it either way, but...you know," he rambles, walking swiftly over to his suitcase.

Harry kneels down in front of it, unzipping the Mickey Mouse bag. After rummaging through it for a few short seconds, he pulls out a blue t-shirt. Once he unfolded it, he reveals it to me.

To match the aesthetic of his suitcase, Harry's shirt had Mickey Mouse printed on the front of it. It was honestly the most adorable thing I think Harry has ever owned—from what I've seen at least, I have no idea what his closet looks like at home.

"Aww," I gush, a smile spreading over my lips, "that shirt is adorable!"

"I think so too!" He smiles like a child as he draws it back to look at the front in admiration. "I saw it and I was like...Mickey Mouse? Fuck yeah."

I giggled at his words as I put a few of my rings on my fingers. "I like the whole Mickey Mouse theme you've got going on."

"Thank you," He chuckles, putting his arms through the short sleeves of the shirt. "I've been slightly obsessed with him lately. And I've been thinking," he begins to say before he puts his head through the top hole, "maybe I'll wear a full Mickey Mouse suit on tour."

"That would be iconic," I tell him and he just laughs and shakes his head.

"Are you wearing a swimsuit under that?" he asks randomly.

"Uhh, no. Why?"

"Oh in case we want to play around on the beach after brunch," he says. "At least 30 minutes after eating, of course. Wouldn't want to get a cramp."

I chuckle softly and lean down to grab the swimsuit out of my suitcase since I was standing right next to it.

"I have a tote bag I'm putting mine in, you can put yours in there as well if you'd like."

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

Harry and I finish getting ready together until we leave the house to head for the beach to meet James and Jules for brunch.

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"There are more people here than I expected. Do you see any free tables?" Harry says, looking around for a potential eating spot.

After searching around for a few moments, Harry spots an empty table, his face lighting up. He grabs ahold of my hand and leads me over to said table.

I was genuinely surprised he wasn't stopped by any fans on his way over, but I'm sure they'll start flooding in eventually. It isn't even noon yet, so there's always the potential that the rest of the day held.

Harry pulls the seat out for me, like the gentleman he is, and I thank him as I take a seat.

The warmth and humidity of the Caribbean air flushed my cheeks, but after almost three months of freezing cold winter, it felt amazing. Kids squeal as they chase each other around on the sand quite a ways away. I observe everyone around, people-watching is one of my favorite pastimes.

Sounds of people and waves crashing against the shore are all interrupted for a split second by the sound of Harry's phone, signaling he was receiving a text message. He lifts his phone up off the table to read it and a smile spreads over his entire face. He looks up at me with a gleaming look in his eyes.

"James is on his way."

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a/n: here's her fit :))