Harry and I spent Friday and Saturday doing pretty much nothing. We we're both over come with jet-lag, even ordering a pizza seemed like too much work. We lounged around my place on for most of Friday, but we quickly grew bored since I still didn't have cable or internet. Friday afternoon we decided to go spend the weekend at Harry's.

We chilled around Harry's living room, flipping through the tv channels. I stopped when I came to E! News, the guy was talking about new couples in the celebrity world, that's when a picture of Harry and I flashed up on the tv, it was from Thursday night, the night we went to Nobu for dinner with the guys. The guy, Ken Baker, (I think his name was?) was talking about how I stopped to talk to one of Harry's fans, and how so far the majority of Harry's fan base seemed to like me, according to a poll that they had on their website. 73% of his fan base said that I was good for him, and that they thought I was more than just a fling, where as 27% of them thought I was just with him so I could become famous. That last part was the farthest thing from the truth, my attention was pulled away from the tv when I felt a hand squeeze my knee.
I turned my attention from the tv to Harry's face.

"See, you have nothing to worry about. Most of them love you." He reassured me with a smile.

I smiled at the thought that more people liked me compared to the amount of people who didn't like me. I was slowly starting to feel better. I felt closer to Harry since I told him about the situation with TM. We hadn't talked about it since Thursday night, I was kinda relieved, I didn't want to bring my old messed up relationship into my new perfect one.


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The rest of Friday and Saturday passed by in a blur. Harry and I hadn't been physical with each other since we took a bath together. I didn't mind though because to be honest I was still a little sore from that night, but also it felt nice to just spend time with him. I didn't feel like he expected to have sex with me every night, like the way TM had.


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I woke up early on Sunday morning feeling refreshed. I rolled away from Harry, grabbing my phone to look at the time, 6am. Damn, it's been years since I woke up at 6am on my own. I only woke up that early when I needed to. I felt Harry stirring behind me, I turned to him as his eyes flipped open.

"Good Morning, love." he said in his deep raspy morning voice.

"Morning." I said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you have anything planned today?" He asked me, a smirk on his face. He was up to something.

"No, not that I know of, why?"

"Good, I have an idea, the sooner we can leave the better." He smiled that dimply smile. "Oh, and dress warm, we'll be outside most of the day."

"uh..." I hesitated. "ok."

With that I got up and took a shower, I wanted Harry to join me, but instead he headed downstairs to the kitchen, talking on his phone.

I got out of the shower and I could hear Harry downstairs, still talking on the phone.

"No."

Silence

"No- I haven't gotten that far."

Silence

"I know I have to tell her, but it's just"

Silence

"Yeah, I understand. I'll tell her when the time is right."

Silence

"Yeah. Yeah ok. Uh huh. Bye."

What the hell was that about? I thought to myself.

I heard Harry start to walk up the stairs, I walked over to the dresser to grab something to wear.
Harry entered the room, coming up behind me.

"I wish I would have gotten to shower with you." he said, placing a kiss to the back of my neck.
I moaned, "Me too." I said, a smile spreading across my face.

Too quickly Harry walked away, I stood there with my back to him, I heard the shower turn on as he stepped in.

I returned to getting dressed, I finally decided on a pair of dark-wash, straight leg pair of jeans, my very favorite 2pac tee shirt, an over sized maroon colored Hurley sweatshirt, and a pair of grey converse.

I walked back into the bathroom, sneaking a peek at Harry in the shower, God he was beautiful. I continued getting ready, brushing my teeth, throwing my hair in a loose ponytail, and doing minimal makeup.

Harry finally got out of the shower and got dressed, he was wearing black jeans, a white tee shirt with a grey sweater over it, and his black beanie. He looked incredible I didn't even want to leave the house. I wanted him all to myself.

When we were finished getting ready we made our way out to Harry's range rover. When we were in the car I turned to him.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"I don't like surprises." I groaned.

"You'll like this one." He teased, taking his hand in mine.

"Sure." I said, pretending to be angry.


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About an hour had passed when we ended up at a little town, well I guess in England they call them villages, called Littlehampton. Harry parked the car and came around to my side, helping me out.

It was cold outside, it was only September but it was already pretty cold in England, that was going to be hard to get used too. Harry took my hand in his, leading me out of the parking lot and towards the street.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"The beach." He smiled.

We walked down the street, parallel to the ocean. It was breath taking. I never expected England to have beaches like this. Since it was cold there weren't many people out, and actually there wasn't anyone on the actual beach.

We came to a stop before crossing the road to get to the side where the beach was. We walked on the sand, it was firm, that was much different than LA. The sand at those beaches seemed to eat you alive. We made are way down to the water, stopping with just enough room in between our feet and the water.

"Harry, this is beautiful."

"I hoped you would like it."

"I do." I gasped silently.

"I remembered how you said you liked the beach so much. I know this beach doesn't compare to the LA beaches, but it's still pretty nice."

"It's better than the LA beaches, it's quiet and I get to spend time with you." I said, looking up at him with a smile on my face.

He smiled back down at me, taking me cheek in his hand and placing a soft kiss to my lips. He took my hand again and led me down the beach. We walked quietly hand in hand.


Harry's POV
Just do it! I yelled at myself. She's going to find out eventually. Might as well tell her yourself before someone else does, or before she hears about it on the tv.

"Alex," I said as I stopped walking. I looked her in the eye, she looked so happy I didn't want to ruin it, but I had to tell her. "I have to tell you something."


Alex's POV
"I have to tell you something." He hesitated.

Harry looked distraught, pain in his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

He took a deep breath before continuing.

"After fashion week," he paused. "After fashion week I have to go back on tour."

I dropped his hand from mine. I hadn't thought about his tour. I knew he had just recently finished his american leg of the tour, but it hadn't registered to me that he had the rest of the world to tour.

"Oh." Was all I could manage to say.

He grabbed my hand again. "I wish you could go with me, but I know you have work and it wouldn't be fair of me to ask you to drop everything to go with me."

I didn't know what to say. I could feel my eyes staring to water. Why was it getting so emotional. I knew that he was a celebrity and that he'd eventually have to leave for work stuff, but that was the thing. When I was with him I didn't see him as one of the most famous people in the world, I saw his as just Harry.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision. The tears I was trying to hold back fell down my cheeks.

"Don't cry." He said, wiping the tears away.

"I'm sorry. I just forget that your in a band and that you have obligations. When I'm with you I see you as just Harry, not a world famous musician."

He smiled at me. "That's one of the things I love most about you."

He pulled me in for a hug, placing a kiss to the top of my head. I heard him sniffle, he wasn't crying to was he?

Notes

What do you think about Harry telling Alex about the tour? Do you think he should have just let her found out from someone else? Or did he do the right thing?

Also, do you think Alex should just drop everything and go with him? They do love each other. Or should she stay in London? It is her dream job after all...

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