Stay With Me.

Lindsay's POV

Monday passes by as a blur. I wake up trapped under Louis' strong hold around as he snores softly against the back of my head. I rub my eyes with the back of my hands, the sunlight seeping through the thin curtains hitting me straight in the face. I groan when Louis' arms wrap tighter around my abdomen when i try to wiggle my way out of the tiny bed. I somehow manage to get out of bed without waking a sleepy Louis, he only shifts in his sleep, bringing the pillow i slept on up to his chest in a cuddle. I smile fondly as i watch him sniff the pillow, probably smelling like my shampoo, a content smile forming on his lips. He looks so much younger in his peaceful slumber that i don't bother waking him just yet.

I change into the comfy outfit i packed the previous day which consisted of a pair of light washed jeans and an oversized graphic tee. That's a perk of being a model, you sometimes were able to keep the clothes you model or do a photo shoot in, i literally have two closets back in my penthouse in Manhattan. I skip my way down the small hallway after washing my face and teeth in the washroom, i enter the kitchen where i am greeted by my mother making breakfast.
"Morning Mummy" I cheer as i sneak up behind her,placing a quick kiss on her cheek. I eye the eggs and bacon that is sizzling in the pan, mhmm bacon. I actually have a tattoo of "Bacon..." on the sole of my foot, it being my live-long commitment to bacon obviously. No one really knows about the tattoo, i mean its on the sole of my foot for crying outloud, i got it mostly for fun. I have created a small collection of random tattoos throughout my body, that one probably the weirdest one yet.

I help my mother prep the table, Louis waddles in just in by the time we set the variety of foods on the round kitchen table. He was dressed for the day as well, seeing that we are leaving as soon as we finish out breakfast. My mother tells me my father was already at work but told her to let me know that he was happy that he got the chance to see me yesterday and that he cant wait to see me in a month. Breafastt goes by quickly, small chat takes place between Louis and my mother mostly while i excuse myself to check over my email to look over my flight info one last time before leaving.

"I love you so much Lindsay! Your father and I will be expecting you for the holidays! Have a safe trip back home, don't talk to strangers!" my mother says into our third hug goodbye. I stifle a giggle as i take in her encouraging advice before i am being pulled away by Louis so he can get his own hug goodbye from my mother.
"Yeah ill see you in a month mum, that's if Lou here doesn't kill us on our way back with his horrid driving skills" I joke, receiving a loud gasp out of Louis who is quick to reassure my mother that no such thing is true. Oh god he was such a drama king, i literally have to pull him away as i see that we are running a bit late. We wave from my rolled down window until the small house is no longer in view as we make our journey back.

The hour and a half journey goes by quickly, The Fray playing in the background as Louis and I sing every song perfectly. I got my passion for singing mostly from Louis, we would always sing and act out the scenes from grease and any musical movie no matter where we were. Those were the days, we were so carefree and full of life. Not saying we are boring old bums now but you get the point. I begin to doze off a few times but before i know it we are pulling up the the curb of my hotel.

"Thank you so much Lou, you are the best! What would i do without you?" I beam, pulling him into a tight embrace as i lean across the center console. He hold me with the same intensity, as if this was our final hug forever.
"It was no trouble whatsoever, besides i can finally scratch off 'sleepover with Lindsay' from my to-do list" he replies into the hug causing us both to laugh.
"I hope it met your expectation Louis!" I say between giggles before reaching for my duffle bag that was in the backseat.

"See you in a month Lou Lou, don't forget to watch the fashion show next week im going to be in it" I cheer, leaning over the center console to place a quick kiss goodbye on his cheek before turning to get out of his car.
"Hey Linds!" Louis calls out through his now open window. I nod for him to continue, a nervous look crosses his face before he shakes his head, smiling instead.
"Have a safe flight! Love you" he waves and he pulls away from the curb too soon. I wave at the vehicle that is shrinking in size as it drives away. I walk up the steps of the hotel, heading straight to the elevator to my room. During the meantime i let Harry know that i am back in my room getting the rest of my bags in which he replies that he is already on his way. I smile as he makes sure to add extra "xxxxx" at the end of his texts.

Sure enough by the time i check out of the hotel and manage to carry both of my suitcases outside i see his familiar black Mercedes Benz parked by the curb only a few feet away. He quickly gets out of the drivers seat as he sees me approach, taking my luggage from me as he places them in the trunk of his car. Meanwhile i climb into the passengers seat, the smell of mint and new car engulfing my senses. It suprises me how clean the car is inside, spotless and dust free. It isn't long before he joins me in the car, putting the car in drive before we are driving through the busy streets.

"So how was the trip? Did you say hi to your parents for me?" he asks as he lowers the classical music that was playing softly in the background. I try hard not to laugh at the fact that Harry was listening to classical music like an old man.
"It was lovely, they were so stunned! Oh course Haz, they were so pleased to hear that i reunited with you and the rest of my friends after so long." I continue to tell him every little detail, well i might have left out the fact that me and Louis shared a bed. I mean not like it was a big deal or anything, i am an adult and we aren't together anymore but i know it wouldn't go well.

The rest of the rather short car ride is spent with nonstop conversation. And that's the thing, there was never an awkward moment with Harry even after all this time. I mean yeah it was a bit weird at the school reunion but mostly because of everyone around us, Madeline especially. But when we are alone its like if those eight years of zero communication never happened and its so, so great. We approach the east gate of Heathrow airport, Harry parks by the curb to help me get my bags out of the trunk. I pull my beanie and a pair of shades from my carry-on bag as i see a few paparazzi hanging around by the entrance like flies. Sorry i really disliked paparazzi. I can already see the headline, "Model Lindsay Evans was seen with a mystery man". I groan before putting on my beanie and shades on before climbing out of the car.

Harry has already pulled out my suitcases from the trunk, closing the small door behind him. He turns to face me, a dimpled smile already on his face as he takes me in. I squirm under his gaze which only causes him to chuckle.
"Hey Haz, do you have any shades with you? I see a group of paparazzi approaching, those flashes are blinding trust me!" I warn discretely, already hearing a few "clicks" from their stupid little cameras snapping pictures. He nods, turning to face the small group that are slowly approaching. His eyes widen but he goes back into his car in search of a pair. He comes back out with a pair of Ray-Bans on his face and i cant help but admire how amazing he looks. He wasn't dressed in a suit like i thought he would, but rather in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt with a red stripped flannel over it.

He lets me know that he will walk me into the airport to make sure they don't bother me, the paparazzi running up ahead to snap pictures of us from in front.
"This is so weird!" Harry whispers, turning slightly to face me. I laugh, just simply laugh because never in my wildest dreams would i have thought i would get papped with Harry.

(Not my edit)

We stop near a far corner of the wait area before the ticket station. I bend down to pull out my flight ticket from the small pocket of my carry-on before standing back up to my regular height.
"Well this is it huh? You are coming back next month for Christmas like you promised right?" Harry asks, his emerald eyes full of hope. He suddenly reminds me of a toddler and i cant help but smile in adoration.
"Of course Harry, wouldn't miss it for a thing i promise. I don't plan on being away as much as i used to. Reuniting with you all made me realize that this is where i belong," i admit honestly, my own words taking me by surprise. Maybe i wasn't ready to move back to London, i don't even think my manager would approve but there's no doubt ill be visiting often.

A childish smile plays on Harry's lips, obviously pleased with my answer. We continue to make small talk and just look into each others eyes for the next couple of minutes, almost as if we were taking every detail of our faces in until the next time we will meet. I suddenly forget all about of the paparazzi outside snapping pictures through the glass walls as i lean up to wrap him in a tight embrace because i know its time for me to go.
"Ill miss you so much Lizzy, don't forget that! Don't think i forgot about your fashion show either, its next Thursday at eight in the evening correct?"
I simply nod, enjoying the way his arms feel wrapped around me and secretly hoping his scent will cling onto my t-shirt at least until my flight is over. We stay like this for a few more seconds before he releases me back into the real world. He leans down to place another sinful kiss on my cheek which burns under the contact of his soft lips. He pulls away, sending me a devilish smile.

"Go get them tiger! See you very soon."
And with that i roll my luggage over to the lady scanning flight tickets, never breaking eye contact. When its my turn to get my ticket scanned, i simply hand it to her never breaking eyesight with Harry until i am on the escalator rising to the second floor and then he is out of sight for good. I roll my luggage close behind me, hoping no one trips over them. I take a seat in the waiting area outside of my terminal and unconsciously i catch myself lowering my head to take a whiff of my shirt and sure enough the faint smell of Harry's cologne lingers, a stupid smile creeping across my face.

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