You & I
For the first time in a long time, I was doing everything right. Kendall was out of the picture, Scarlett and I were enjoying ourselves, things were just coming naturally. It was amazing how quickly she integrated herself into the LA lifestyle. There were days where we would spend the afternoon separately and reconvene for dinner later, and then there were days where she hung out with my friends and me, fitting in right away.
She was built for this city, probably moreso than New York.
We were just in sync. After living together for almost a month, I’ve learned a thing or two about her. How long her showers lasted, depending on what day of the week it was, x colors she drifted towards. She was predictable at times, but I loved every bit of it.
Even now, as she was in her room applying her makeup and curling her hair for the day, I knew exactly what time I had to fix her cup of coffee so that it would be the perfect temperature for her to drink whenever she was done with her hair. I had already finished getting ready, but Scarlett was set on looking perfect.
“Harold!” she had griped when I complained about her putting so much effort into her looks today, “we’re going to Sundance! What if we run into Ryan Gosling, um, anywhere? I hear he’s single again, I have to look my absolute best.” I rolled my eyes at her, she was such a girl sometimes.
Scarlett was right about one thing, we were heading to Sundance, though I was taking her up there a few days early, so we could get in on the snowboarding and skiing action that we missed out on earlier. Of course, we would be catching up on all of the latest films, I was excited to see Zach Braff’s new one, but I was mostly excited to take Scarlett on the vacation she deserved.
As if on cue, right as I was going to make a comment about her coffee being too cool for her, Scarlett emerged from her bedroom, looking as gorgeous as ever. I couldn’t stop myself from walking over to her and pulling her into my arms.
When I kissed her, she laughed and I pulled away, confused by her response. “What was that for?” I asked, brows furrowed.
“I could ask you the same thing,” she laughed even harder, though when she kissed me again, my features relaxed. “Although, I don’t think I’ll ever have a problem with you kissing me that way.”
I lifted Scarlett up, kissing her lightly and held her against the wall. I knew we didn’t have much time, and if I continued with us in this position, we would surely miss our flight.
“It was just started to get fun,” she whined, her bottom lip protruding out. I shook my head at her, those pouts were not going to work on me this time. We couldn’t be late and miss our flight, I had made dinner reservations for us.
After rushing (yes, I rushed Scarlett somewhere. She was rubbing off on me) Scarlett out of the apartment, we hopped into our taxi and got to the airport as quickly as we could in LA traffic. As far as I knew, she had no idea what was in store for us.
I just had to hope no one was tipped off as to who we were.
It wasn’t that I wanted to hide Scarlett from anyone. Our relationship was forbidden and if I ever thought there was a slight chance of her getting fired, I would never forgive myself, and two, the fans would have a field day with her.
Don’t get me wrong, I love our fans, they mean the world to me. But we all knew that there were the few who harassed our girls and made it nearly impossible to have any sort of relationship. I didn’t know if Scarlett was ready for that.
The good thing about heading up to Sundance early was that there weren’t any people expecting me to show up at the airport, leading to a pretty hasty check in process. We were on our flight in no time and Scarlett was quick to order herself a drink.
We flew a lot but it didn’t mean she loved it. “You’re a laugh,” I told her as she guzzled down her vodka cranberry, shooting me a dirty look. I guess my joke didn’t go over well, the rest of the flight she spent angrily staring out of the window. I hadn’t even bothered to apologize, she knew I was kidding, and I would make it up to her tonight.
Everything was perfect, I even had to do one of those ‘I’m famous, sit me in the back’ type of things to get us reservations, but I knew she’d love it.
Our flight wasn’t long, thankfully, I don’t know how much of her ignoring me I could have taken, and we quickly rushed into another taxi, jetsetting off to our hotel. “Are you still going to ignore me?” I asked once we got to our room. She hadn’t said a word to me since my comment earlier and I was slightly worried. Only slightly.
“You can be a jerk sometimes,” she shrugged as she unpacked her suitcase, hanging her clothes neatly in the closet. Scarlett was the only person I knew who didn’t live out of her suitcase when she travelled. If she had the time, she unpacked everything.
Feeling bad, I walked up behind her, halting her motions as I wrapped my arms around her waist. It wasn’t my intention to truly upset her, I always teased her whenever I could.
“Scar, you know I was only kidding,” I told her as I kissed her neck lightly. This was in no way sexual for me, I just wanted to comfort her, however it took. I could hear her sigh and relax against my embrace and I smiled to myself, knowing she couldn’t stay angry with me.
“Now, you are dressed perfectly, so let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” I added as I let go. Scarlett turned around, her eyes wide. She hated being caught off guard more than anything and me springing this kind of news on her was exactly what she hated.
“What? Where are you taking me? I look like I’ve been on a plane, let me change, Harry,” she pleaded as she looked at the clothes she had just finished hanging up. I shook my head at her, pulling her hand towards me and kissed it lightly.
“You are beautiful, now come on.”
I couldn’t believe Harry had planned a romantic night out for us. As much as I liked Harry, romantic wasn’t exactly in his vocabulary, at least not what I was used to. For us to be going to dinner together, I was actually quite shocked. I almost expected some of his friends to show up to our dorm, seeing if we were ready to go.
“Scar, come on, we’ve got reservations,” he said again, rushing me out of the door. There was no way that I “looked” amazing, as Harry said. We had been travelling for hours, I’m sure my curls were gone, my makeup was probably smeared from falling asleep on the plane – I was a mess. As we made our way into the hall, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection from the elevator door and Harry wrapped his arms around my waist.
“See, do you see how gorgeous you are?” he whispered, kissing my cheek lightly. My cheeks turned pink and I couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off of my face as we walked into the elevator.
I had no idea what came over Harry, but I loved it. Whisking me off to a film festival, taking me on a date, actually making this vacation about us – if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was priming me to be his girlfriend.
No, Harry and I couldn’t date. I couldn’t get my hopes up.
We walked out of the elevator side by side, Harry stopping for pictures with a few fans. By now, some of the really savvy ones had recognized me as his stylist, although that wasn’t anything close to what I was. Caroline was much better at this than I was, I was just learning from her.
I could only imagine the kind of comments I’d get if I had a twitter though. So many of his friends get spammed regularly. Others just saw me as another Lou. Harry was always with her when he was back home, I was his American Lou.
Once we were in the car and the driver was rushing us to the restaurant, Harry put his arm back around my shoulders, holding me close. “What is this all about?” I finally asked, the question being on my mind ever since he told me about dinner.
“I just haven’t treated you the way that you deserve, Scar. So I’m making up for it as best as I can. You’re one of the most important people in my life now.”
One sentence and I was reduced to mush.
I couldn’t even think of a follow up question, I grew so emotional from his reasoning alone and turned to him, kissing him lightly. No matter how many times I told myself not to get attached, it was easier said than done. Not when he was telling me things like that.
We arrived at the restaurant and were escorted to a little cozy booth in the back, facing away from everything. Harry sat in the corner, hoping to not be recognized. He was always a good sport, staying to make sure every person got a photo with him, but he mentioned to me he wanted this night to be about us, no interruptions.
“So, where’d sweet Harry come from and how long until that Harry that hides my makeup in the morning rears his ugly head?” I teased from across the both. I was loving every moment of this, he knew, but I had to admit, I liked the Harry that antagonized me to no end.
“He’s always around, Scar. Just waiting.” Because that’s not creepy.
I ordered myself a glass of wine to handle my nerves, it hit me soon after we sat down that this was a date and I suddenly cared about what Harry thought of me. I never really took that into consideration before, but everything seemed so official right now.
One glass of wine quickly turned into two, and an hour into dinner, apparently I had finished off an entire bottle. Harry had done much worse, so I don’t think he judged, but I do know I was having a hard time even finding the restroom.
When I returned, Harry was grinning from ear to ear, he loved any chance he got to watch me lose my composure. I was normally groomed to perfection and incredibly polite and poised. Get a few drinks in me and I was impatient and clumsy as ever.
“Come on you,” he said as he grabbed our takeaways and helped me out of our booth. The lights in the restaurant were dimmed and he managed not to get recognized on the way out, thankfully. How embarrassing would it have been to wake up to my drunk face plastered all over the gossip sites.
“Harry’s checks alcoholic friend into rehab.” I can see it now.
In the car, I got a bit handsy with Harry, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. We were alone, well unless you counted the driver, and wine made me twirly. I seemed to be unable to control myself when it came to him and I had a few drinks in me. As much as it pained my to pull my lips away from him, Harry handed me a bottle of water on the drive home and I made sure to finish it before got back to the hotel.
It seemed as though a few more fans had learned of Harry’s stay at the hotel, meaning I had to be on my best behavior. As he posed for photos, I stood as still as I could, waiting (im)patiently for them to finished. I loved the fans, but I loved the idea of being in bed so much more.
I couldn’t get us into the room soon enough though as I stepped out of my dress, I realized Harry hadn’t said a word to me since we got back. I wondered if I had too much to drank and he was embarrassed by me. Frowning, I grabbed a robe from the closet and made my way to the bathroom where I heard the water running.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked, glancing down at my feet. I know being drunk only heightened my emotions but I couldn’t help but kick myself for possibly spoiling the night he had planned for him.
“Of course not, love. I’m just running a bath for you. You’ve had a long day and I don’t want you feeling like crap in the morning,” he spoke as he dipped his hand in the water, making sure it was the right temperature. “Don’t worry, you know I’m always amused when you have one too many drinks,” Harry promised and kissed me lightly on the lips.
His hands worked on untying my robe and I swear he growled when he saw my bra and panty set underneath. Okay, he may have just breathed oddly, but in my inebriated state, it sounded like a growl.
“Always wear this,” he demanded, his fingers grazing over the lace of my bra I hadn’t even thought about this when I put it on, I didn’t know Harry had a fondness for certain styles of underwear, but if I got this reaction out of him, I would have to make a note to do it more often.
He unhooked the back of my bra, letting it fall to the ground and bit his lips as he took in my breasts, proudly on display.
“Stop staring, you’re making me all blushy!” I scolded and turned around, bending over to slide my panties off. If he could see my face, he’d know that I purposely put myself in this position to tease him, I couldn’t stop grinning to myself. Before standing, I reverted back to a more serious look and turned back to face him.
The look on his face was priceless and entirely worth what I did.
“You have no idea how much restraint it took for me to not grab you and keep you in that position, Scar!” Harry groaned and ran his fingers through his curls, much to my delight. As long as he thought it was hot then I must have been doing something right.
I stepped into the water, which had been at the perfect temperature and sat in it, leaning my head against the back of the tub. He was right, I was already feeling a little better just by being in here.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked, glancing up at him innocently. There would be nothing innocent about us sharing a bath, we both knew it. Before I could blink, Harry was pulling his shirt over his head and undoing his pants.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I'm sorry about the delay. I've come down with bronchitis and it's been pretty bad. But I'm slowly but surely starting to feel better. Here's a lovely Harry gif to make up for it :)