Deeply, Passionately, Affectionately

“Good afternoon Mr. Styles” the stewardess at the entrance of Harry’s private jet plane said warmly to him as he handed his ticket to her. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the plane and sighed, “You know, Harry, flying commercially really wasn’t that bad either you know!” you laughed. You knew that Harry tried to spoil you in every way possible, but this… this was just too much you grinned to yourself. “It’s only a few hours away, babe… we could’ve even used a car, for all I care” you laughed. He turned around, his eyes wide with surprise, “are you fucking serious… a car?” he laughed while shaking his head, “And listen to Horan talk for 10 hours straight about how maybe it would’ve been a good plan to have choses Ireland instead? No thanks!” he exaggeratedly shivered at the thought. You laughed at the thought of this and gave your ticket to the same stewardess, “Good afternoon Mrs… uhm…” “Y/N… just Y/N” you smiled warmly at her. She smiled back but her attention was soon focused on Harry again as she blushed under the cake of makeup she was wearing on her face. This kind of reaction was becoming pretty normal for you lately and you rolled your eyes again. Liam and Sophia were seated in the first two leather seats and Sophia sprung up to hug you both, “how fucking exciting is this guys?” she shrieked, you nodded agreeing with her. You gave Liam a quick hug, “Better show us that beautiful town of yours, aye Y/N!” he smiled. “Sure will!” you smiled back. In the next two seats were Niall and Zayn who stood up to hug you both and then continued their conversation about which Manchester United player was better. “Harry, you have to fucking convince Niall that he’s so wrong right now” Zayn exclaimed, his hands thrown in the air in absolute astonishment. Niall laughed greatly succeeding to exasperate Zayn. The next few leather seats were empty and the last row contained Eleanor and Louis, who were comfortably kissing each other as if there wasn’t a care in the world. “For fuck’s sake…” Harry laughed as he shook his head, he turned and took Liam’s hat and threw it to Louis, “Oi Louis! Keep it calm down there will ya, you fucking sex machine!” he exclaimed as Louis threw the hat back at Harry as they both convulsed in laughter. He approached you both and kissed you on your cheek and gave Harry a hug, “Good to see ya too mate!” he exclaimed. You laughed and looked at Eleanor so that you both sighed heavily at the sight of your boys. You kissed her on her cheek, “Sorry for… that,” you apologized while pointing at Harry. “Likewise!” she laughed as she pointed at Louis. As the pilot announced that you were to be taking off soon, you stood up and took a seat behind Zayn. “Allright everyone, we’re gonna need everyone to calm the fuck down and get to your seats as quickly as possible!” Harry shouted as he used his hands to mimic a megaphone. “Oi, shut it you fucking wanker! You’re the only one standing up, mate!” Liam yelled, “Amsterdam! Here we come!” Harry laughed heartily. God, you loved the sound of his laugh. He walked down the aisle and settled himself next to you, put on your seatbelt, then his own and consequently rested one of his hands on your inner thigh. You put your head on Harry’s shoulder and used your finger to trace the contours of the little cross tattoo located between his thumb and index finger. You giggled at how ironic it was that this holy sign was engraved on the kin of a boy who was probably the unholiest creature in bed. You continued to trail your fingers along the lining of the tattoos on his arms as you quickly dozed off into a deep slumber.

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“This is it isn’t it?” asked Liam as he looked up to the grand building of Hotel Pulitzer, which of course due to Harry’s choice, was a five star hotel. Niall, Louis, and Eleanor were all smiling at the picturesque canals that laid before the hotel as Zayn tried to take pictures of the mesmerizing scenery that you were all able to enjoy. “I honestly would not mind living here at all…” Harry sighed as he looked at you with those captivating eyes. You glanced over towards Liam and Sophia, who were of course already attempting to take selfies with the backdrop. “Let’s check in guys,” you exclaimed to the others as you pulled your trolley into the entrance of the hotel. A tall man with a red coat took your baggage from you, “Welcome to Hotel Pulitzer, ma’am” he said warmly in a thick Dutch accent. You thanked him and walked towards the counter to check in for the four rooms that were booked under your name.

“Holy Fuck!” Harry cried out as he saw the enormous room and ran towards the bed and fell on it face first as the humungous bed bobbed up and down. Your eyes couldn’t believe how much luxury was packed into one hotel room and your attention was immediately caught by the tall windows, which looked out on the canals and boats, which were serenely swaying with the waves of the water. The walls were painted in the color of red wine and there was a humungous chandelier gracefully hanging above the bed. “Great pick, Styles,” you praised him, he immediately stood up from the bed, hands in his pockets, wearing that notorious smirk, and God was he sexy. He was dressed in full black, jeans and a button-up t-shirt of which the top three buttons were undone so that you were able to see the glistening skin on his chest. His hair was messily tousled as usual, the sunlight reflecting his caramel curls which were combed back by a hat you had once bought for him, worn backwards. He wrapped his arms around your waist, “I do get told I have really good taste,” he boyishly grinned, “especially in women.” He caused you to giggle again and you decided to kiss him affectionately as the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed your senses. “Let’s go baby,” you said as you pulled away, “We have to meet the others in the café next door… you know how Sophia wants to discuss the plans of the upcoming days and shit,” you led him towards the door. “Aw… but I thought we were gonna… you know…” he pouted as he pointed towards the enormous bed. “Sorry, love… not now,” you smiled warmly.

“Okay guys! Obviously today, we can all just kinda do our own thing, up to you guys… But Liam and I thought of a really good plan for the following few days!” Sophia exclaimed as she took a bite of her banana cake, “Well, it was mainly her idea but anyways…” Liam mumbled softly, everyone laughed and Sophia punched his arm, clearly annoyed, “Shut up, Liam! Okay so obviously going out with eight people at once is gonna attract so much paparazzi attention, which obviously we didn’t come here for…” everyone nodded their heads in union, “So therefore I thought, why don’t we, say, tomorrow have an all girls and all boys day, the day after that we can, let’s say, have a couples day? Because obviously, going out in little groups will attract less media attention,” she suggested. “Does that mean I have to be a couple with Horan on couples day?” Zayn asked pointing at Niall in an exasperated manner, everyone laughed as Niall hugged him tightly, “Aw Zaynie boy! We’ll have a wonderfully romantic day together, darling!” he cried out, Zayn laughed and tried to push him off, “Get off me mate!” Harry took a sip of his coffee, “I’m down for that,” he agreed, “Same here!” Eleanor put her hand up and the rest nodded as well. It also seemed like a good idea to you, it sucked that you couldn’t go out on excursions with the whole group, but this way it would attract as little attention as possible and that’s honestly all you wanted right now. “So tomorrow you’ll be going on a day trip with me, Harrold!” Louis exclaimed as he tried to rub his hair and laughed heartily when Harry tried to pull away, “Ain’t that fun aye Styles?” he teased, “For fuck’s sake, seriously though? This guy…?” Harry grinned as he brushed his brown locks out his face.

When the group attempted to walk back to the hotel, a group of paparazzi’s were quickly heading your direction, “Shit,” Harry cursed under his breath as he immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer and quickened his pace. “Come on guys, walk a bit faster…” Liam called out as he too saw the group of paparazzi’s nearing your group. But it was too late as one man shoved a microphone up Louis face, “Good morning Louis! How is Amsterdam treating you so far? Any plans of going out tonight?” he asked with a thick accent, Louis tried to cover the irritation on his face and merely answered with a polite smile. Another one had blocked you and Harry’s path as he tried to take photographs of the both of you; flashes of light blinded your eyes, causing you to squint. “Mr. Styles! Mr. Styles!” a woman yelled from your right side, who held a big microphone in front of his face, “Are the rumors true? Are you also leaving One Direction? Everyone’s heavily discussing this topic on twitter! Is it true Harry?” she yelled excitedly. You looked up at Harry, who merely sighed and tightened his grip on you pulling you through the sea of paparazzi’s, which had formed at the entrance of the hotel. When you entered the lobby, everyone breathed out a sigh of relief at being liberated from the horrible situation. “You’re right Soph,” Niall laughed, “It’s definitely not a good idea to go out in an eight-some!” he said while pointing at the Paparazzi still attempting to take pictures from behind the glass door.

Back in your hotel room you walked over towards the bed where Harry was lost in thought in his Charles Dickens novel. You sat on the bed, next to him as something was bugging your mind. “Hey, Harry…” you said as you gently nudged him, “What’s up, love?” he asked as he closed his book and looked you in the eyes. “Why um… was that person asking you if you were leaving the band?” you asked, slightly humiliated as you knew how dumb it sounded. He burst out in laughter at how serious you said it and buried his face with his hands as he shook his head. “Okay, so remember when you gave me that t-shirt that said ‘Fuck One Direction!’…?” He grinned as you smiled as well, you got it for him for April Fool’s once and he sometimes wore it to bed and you often joked with him about the fact that the world would go crazy if he left the house with it, “Well… it just came out of the laundry and I hung it outside to dry for like five minutes, and apparently that was enough time to spark a whole rumor about me leaving the band!” He laughed at the absurd situation. You laughed too and shook your head, “It’s so funny how people can make such big deals about a little situation!” you exclaimed and Harry nodded, clearly agreeing with you. “Hey… Y/N…” he said softly as he lifted your chin with his hand, “It’s our five year anniversary in a few days, love” he smiled warmly. You giggled with him, “and it just happens to fall on Sophia’s planned ‘couples day’… I wonder why…” you shook your head sarcastically at Sophia who had probably planned this days before the trip even started. Harry grinned your favorite boyish smile as his effervescently green eyes pierced through yours, “I can’t believe it’s been almost five years… Time truly flies!” you spoke as you laughed at the many beautiful memories you had already created with him. “We’re only getting older baby…” he softly sang, cheekily grinning as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, “And I’ve been thinking about it lately…” he continued but you threw your head back in laughter and threw a pillow at him, “Don’t you fucking start, Harry Styles! I’m warning you,” you laughed as he leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Love you so much, baby” he grinned into your neck, “I love you too, Harry…” you whispered as you brushed the chocolate curls out of his face, “More than you realize…” you smiled warmly.

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