I wake up in the morning to an alarm going off and look over to see Harry laying on his stomach with his hands next to his head snoring. I push on his side and feel him flex under my touch.
"Harry your alarm," I say as I sit up on my elbows and rubs my eyes. It's seven in the morning. Why does he have an alarm for seven in the morning? "Harry."
"Yeah yeah yeah," he says pushing the snooze on his phone then turns to me and wraps his arms around my waist pulling my side close to his chest as he rest his head over my boob.
"You're like a little baby," I chuckle as I run my fingers through his hair.
"Thanks?" He chuckles and looks up at me. "Good morning."
"Not good. Why is your alarm set so early?" I ask.
"So we can catch the jet out of here at nine," he says laying back down on my chest.
"A jet?"
"Yeah I got a jet to take us."
"Woah," I say laying back down.
"What?" He chuckles.
"A jet. Like private jet?"
"Yes. A private jet for me and you," he says moving up so we're face to face.
"Woah."
"To much?"
"A little," I nod.
"I know," he chuckles. "I want to spoil you baby."
"I don't need to be spoiled but thank you."
"You may not need it but I think you deserve it," he smiles at me as his alarm goes off again. "Cmon. We can sleep on the jet," he says getting up and getting ready.
I go back to the spare room and put on a pair of yoga pants and t-shirt then moccasins and head downstairs with my bag I'm taking with me. I go into the kitchen and grab a banana before Harry comes down and start eating. I lean against the counter and look around the kitchen. The brown marble countertops, dark brown cabinets, and a matching island in the middle of it all With two stools on the side facing the entrance and with a stainless steel fridge; one of the fancy ones with the freezer on the bottom that you pull out. This is a kitchen that I dreamed about having. This whole house is a dream house and I love it. I love being here and I love being here with Harry but I know that he's not home for long. He never stays home long.
"Hey love," harry says as he enters the kitchen breaking my train of thought. "Made a little mess huh?"
"What?" I ask looking down to see a half banana on the floor. I don't remember dropping it.
"You don't remember dropping it?"
"No," I whisper staring at the banana trying to remember.
"It's okay babe," he says as he bends down and cleans it up. "Did you take your medicine?"
"No," I say as I rush past him and to my bag grabbing my medicine and takes the pill. I can't forget this. I can't.
"Ready to go?" Harry asks as he rubs my back. "You need a holiday love."
"Yeah," I nod looking at him then gives him a kiss. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," he smiles as he takes our bags to the car then locks up and we head to the airport.
The plane ride took forever. One day and two hours to go from London to wherever we were going. We landed twice to get gas for the jet and to get some fresh air for ten minutes then we were back off. But Harry was prepared for it with meals and snacks and activities and movies, there was even a bed for us to sleep in. I didn't know jets could have beds but they do. The whole experience was amazing and we didn't even land yet.
When we finally land a realize that pants were a bad idea. It was hot and sunny, but absolutely beautiful. We were only at the airport and it was beautiful.
"Now can you tell me where we are?" I ask Harry looking around.
"Bora Bora," he smiles taking our bags to the car waiting for us.
"Wait... Seriously?"
"Yeah," he chuckles. "I heard you and someone talking about it last week and I thought it would be great to take you."
"You are absolutely amazing Styles."
"Only for you Nelson," he smiles as we get into the car and head to the hotel.
The drive wasn't long at all which I was happy about. I was tired of dealing with vehicles. I wanted to stand and be on solid ground. We get to the hotel and a bellhop takes our bags as Harry gets out keys to the room before we walk there.
Our room is in the middle of the ocean. Like our room is being held up above the water by post. Everywhere window is looking out into the ocean and it's crystal clear. Absolutely breath taking. There's a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, bedroom and bath. Like our own little apartment in the middle of the ocean. All of this is blowing me away.
"Do you like it?" Harry asks as we finish looking around at the beautifully furnished hotel suite.
"It's so beautiful I want to cry."
"Well we don't need that," he chuckles.
"Thank you," I smile at him. "For everything that you're doing for me. It's amazing."
"You're welcome. I wouldn't do it if I didn't want you to know that you're important to me."
"Thank you," I say. "You're important to me too. I'm so glad I stayed."
"I'm glad you got a talented cousin," he says as we both start to laugh.
