Stay With Me.

Lindsay's POV

As per usual, nothing goes as planned when Harry Styles is involved. We end up dancing our little hearts out for much longer than thirty minutes, which i wouldn't have minded one bit except for the fact that it was way past Charlotte's bed time. I manage to get Charlie into her pajamas and brush her baby teeth with little hassle. I left Harry downstairs to move all the furniture back to where it belongs before our little dance party. Although i probably wont admit out loud tonight was, by no doubt, better than going out last night. I know this was Harry's way of making last night up for me and it couldn't have gone any better.

"Good night princess Charlotte! You are such a lovely dancer, did you have fun with aunt Lindsay and uncle Harry?" I ask as i tuck her into her princess-style bed. There was no doubt that she was spoiled rotten, her entire room said it all. She nods wildly from beneath the covers causing me to giggle. I plant a quick kiss on her forehead before reaching to turn on her lamp from her nightstand, Perrie's request. Im about to exit before a tiny voice speaks from the small bed.
"Is uncle Hawwy staying the night with us aunt lizzy?" I stop on my tracks as i begin to process the question. Oh god i hope not, i mean no offense but that would be a tad weird. What would Perrie say? I shake my head, leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom.
"I don't think so sweetheart but we will be downstairs for a little while longer alright? Sweet dreams" I murmur before switching off her light, closing the door quietly behind me.

"Who said i wasn't staying the night?" Harry's deep voice startled me from further down the hall. I hold my hand up over my racing heartbeat to let him know he scared the crap out of me.
"I did you dweeb" I playfully shove him out of my way as i descend the spiral staircase. I hear him chuckle before his footsteps follow me around the house. I walk into the kitchen to start a kettle for my nightly cup of tea.
"You still cant go to bed without a cup of tea?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow as he leans against the kitchen counter a few feet away. I look up with wide eyes, how does he still remember? I shake my head, a shy smile threatening to form on my lips.

"Here let me make it for you, lets see if i still remember how you like it?" he suggest, eyeing the mug in my hands filled with already boiling water. I let out a small laugh, accepting the challenge by backing away from the cupboard to let him prepare my tea. It was true, he was the one who would always prepared me a cup of tea before bed... many, many years ago. I sit on a stool around the kitchen island, eying him as he searches for a jar of honey, already mixing the three packets of sugar. Soon a cup of steaming tea is placed in front of me with a hopeful look on Harry's face. I giggle, before blowing a little at the steam before bringing the mug to my lips. Sure enough it was exactly how i like it.

"Not bad Harold, you have an excellent memory" I say between sips as i enjoy his little happy dance around the kitchen counter. It wasn't really dancing, more like waving his hands wildly in the air while galloping around like a child.
"You are still horrid at dancing Harold, geez" i jokingly say as he takes a seat across from myself on the kitchen counter.

"Very funny Liz, so what are your plans for tomorrow?" He asks, nervously rubbing his hands together on the counter. I take another sip of my tea before answering.
"Im visiting my parents before my flight Monday, that's pretty much it" I shrug, looking down to my phone which i remember vibrated earlier in the night. It was Louis.

"Mind if i come along? Haven't seen Mr. and Mrs. Evans in what is it? Eight years?" he asked, his eyebrows scrunched together as he tries to remember whens the last time he saw my parents. I nearly choke on air as his words process in my mind. That was not a good idea, whatsoever. Besides i already had company.
"Umm Lou is actually taking me to their house already, you know since i don't have a car here" i reply, feeling a bit bad as Harry's face falls into a small frown.
"Why is Tomlinson taking you?"

I clear my throat, not liking how he referred to him as Tomlinson instead of Louis.
"Well he offered to take me when we were at his place this morning for breakfast. What's the big deal Harry?" i shoot back, crossing my arms across my chest. What was his problem?
"Nothing, sorry i was just trying to spend a bit more time with you before you leave" he says nearly above a whisper and i suddenly feel the urge to cancel my plans with Louis and let Harry take me.

"Aww someone missed me a tons?" I cheer childishly, walking over to place my now empty mug into the sink.
"More than you will ever know" I nearly miss his words because of the running water from the tap but i heard them. I decide to brush them off, he obviously meant it in a friendly way. We are all friends here.

I stretch my legs out from the sofa we have been conversing in for the past thirty minutes. He let me into the coming of his business, how Anne, Robin and Gemma were, and most importantly how he was doing. I tell him more about my modeling career, letting him know i was asked to model for the Victoria Secret fashion show in a few weeks. I tell him about my dating life, only because he insisted on knowing every little detail. I tell him i haven't had an official boyfriend since... well Harry. He's stunned at this revelation, claiming that there was no way.
"I mean i date, but no one has really caught my eye. You know?" I remember saying shyly, my cheeks by no doubt turning a shade of red. He was pleased with this information, a cheeky smirk forming on his face.

"Although there is a guy..." I begin to lie, only to laugh loudly as his wide smile turned into a frown in a matter of second. After answering his million questions, i cant help but as a few of my own.
"Who really is Madeline?" i blurt out when there was an awkward silence. I pull my legs up to my chest as i eye Harry who was laid out across the sofa in front of me.
"She's a business partner like i mentioned yesterday. Erm, we had a fling a while back but it wasn't anything special you know?" he had replied, looking everywhere but me. I guess there wasn't a point in pushing the subject, he clearly wasn't willing to keep talking of the matter. We begin talking about any future projects we have, a more comfortable topic to talk about. He makes me promise to come back for the holidays next month which i agree. Spending the holidays alone for the past eight years was no fun whatsoever.

"And don't dare get a hotel when you come back, you can stay in the guest bedroom at my place" he sternly warned, causing me to laugh wildly.
"More like you are going to stay in the guest bedroom while i take the master room, come one Harold, i thought you were more of a gentleman!" I half joke as i shove him away as we somehow managed to move closer together.
"Alright deal, ill let you stay in my bedroom and ill take the guest bedroom," he chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief, "keep in mind that you are the only one i would ever let stay in my room." I grin wildly, pleased that i got my way.

It was a bit passed midnight when Harry finally decides to leave. I walk him out to the door, bidding my goodbyes.
"Wait so youll be back tomorrow night right?" he asks as he turns around before fully exiting Perrie's house. I think about that one, i wasn't really sure myself.
"Umm honestly i don't know, probably not though" I shrug, rubbing my arms with my hands to keep warm from the chilly London air that's making its way into the warm house. His lips form a straight line as he nods.
"Alright then, let me drive you to the airport Monday then? Yeah?" he asks with a hopeful smile. I simply nod with an ever growing smile on my face.

"Very well than. Have a good time at your parents tomorrow, make sure Louis keeps his hands to himself." he warns but quickly chuckles. I let him know ill text him tomorrow when i arrive at my parents. As im about to close the door on his face due to the freezing breeze, it is stopped by his giant boot. I am about to ask what he was doing but his lips crash onto the corner of my lips. My eyes widen at the contact. Although it wasn't an actual kiss on the lips, his soft lips made contact with the corner of mine which was enough to send me to cloud nine. He pulls away quickly, waving goodbye before heading to his black Mercedes Benz.

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