My dad left shortly after, leaving Harry and I to pack what I needed for roughly a whole month away. How Sir Styles ever got my parents to agree to this is beyonnd me. Without hesitation, I headed to my closet and reached for the neon suitcase I brought whenever I traveled. I left Harry to pack most of my clothes considering he knew the weather in London better than I did while I packed toiletries and hair...stuff. Every once in a while Harry would hold up an outfit choice to see if it was okay before folding it neatly and setting it in the luggage, which made me smile. As I was packing my tooth brush, his raspy voice called out from the room.

"Alls, where do you keep your underwear?" He asked with a small laugh at the end. I bolted out of the bathroom before he could go searching in any of the drawers in my dresser. Luckily he was sat on the bed, an amused expression playing on his features as he watched my reaction.

"No." I instructed with a jab of my pointer finger. I brought my necessities into the suitcase before choosing the shoes Harry laid out for me. "Close your eyes." I told him before grabbing what I needed as far as bras and underwear. I turned around every so often to make sure he wasn't peeking. Then I tossed them under the shoes and quickly shut the cover. "Done!"

"Perfect," Harry said, "We have just enough time to catch the plane and maybe grab a smoothie from Starbuck's before take off." Harry lifted the bag off my bed as grabbed my purse and we headed down to say good bye to my family. Mom and Dad were by the door talking amongst themselves when we appeared while Aiden was intent on cartoons. Harry left me to say good bye in private. I watched him take a seat next to Aiden, pleased they got along so well. Harry was great with kids. It didn't take much for him to win Aiden over.

"Now honey," Mom began, tearing me from their bonding moment. I turned to face her. My mothers hair was in a neat ponytail as it usually is on the weekends. Even with jeans and an old shirt, she still managed to look nice. "Don't forget, no sharing rooms, no drinking, and please don't get lost."

"I won't mom," I assured her. I glanced over at Harry once more who was showing Aiden something on his phone. The two were giggling softly as if it were a secret. My dad must have followed my gaze.

"I like him Ally. For someone like him to get to know a person that long before making a move....keep him around." He said while gesturing the curly haired boy smiling brightly at the nonsense on his phone.

I wouldn't dream of letting him go.

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Harry and I strolled in to LAX with my hand in the palm of his. Masses of reporters and paparazzi crowded around us. I assume that when the other boys boarded the plane in a different location without Harry they figured this is where he would end up eventually. Harry had a huge smile on his face as we continued to walk.

"Hey Harry! How are you?" one reporter asked.

"I'm fine thank you. Just trying to catch a flight," Harry answered politely.

"Where to? Are you going with him?" The question was directed at me, but I didn't want to answer. That is a personal question I don't think Harry wanted answered either. When we walked by a set of magazine racks I noticed nearly every gossip or teen magazine had some sort of picture of me and Harry on it. I pulled him over to them and we stood scanning each cover. They varied between our kiss on the beach, playing soccer, saying good bye a week ago and one in particular caught my eye. On the cover was a pictue from when Harry literally ran in to me...for the second time...clutsy boy. The picture was perfect thoug. Harry was smiling up at me with his dimples showing and his eyes sparkling i the light.

"Why aren't we cute Miss Striker," Harry mumbled, skimming his finger over the magazine I was looking at.

"We are rather dashing if I do say so myself," I added while nudging him in the side. "Excuse me, may I get this one?" I asked the man running the racks. He nodded, giving me my change and handing me the issue. When he looked up, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he recognized we were the people on the cover. With a wave, Harry and I left to board our plane. The paps kept a safe distance in efforts not to provoke airport security.

"Harry! Before you go can we get a picture of you two?" Someone asked from behind us. Harry looked at me for my permission to which I agreed. The paps today weren't overly pushy. They weren't all up in our faces and invading our privacy.

"Sure," Harry answered. He turned to me once more, those green eyes piercing in to mine with a playful spin to them. "Piggyback." He whispered. I smiled, crouching down a bit causing Harry to laugh. He was bigger than I was, but I could certainly hold his weight for one picture. Harry wrapped his arms around my shoulders and quickly hopped on my back, his feet maybe dangling one to two inches off the ground. We pulled the most over exaggerated smiles ever, Harry even stuck his tongue out. After I heard a few clicks I kicked Harry off my back and we finally boarded this darn plane.

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"They are all going to think we are moving too quickly," Harry said quietly as we sat listening to his music in the business class cabin. "Ally, it's officially been a week and I'm taking you on holiday back home with me."

"No. Relax. We aren't like other couples Harry. We skipped that getting to know you stage ages ago. I already know who the real Harry Styles is. This is just another way to know you better." I assured him.

"You're right. We spent seven months getting to know each other. Now it's time to be an actual couple." Harry declared. I giggled at his sudden burst of confidence causing him to smile. Then I pulled out my phone, switching to camera mode.

"I need to document this trip, okay? So lets just take stupid pictures and I will be happy," I told him. I positioned the camera to fit both our faces before just snapping a billion pictures in a row. There was one with Harry kissing my cheek, one where Harry's eyes were incredibly big and I was smiling with my eyes squeezeds shut, and even one where we pulled the hoods of our sweatshirts over our faces and pulled the draw strings tight. About two hours in to the flight I began to feel tired. I leaned over, resting my head on Harry's shoulder only to feel him rest his head on top of my head, the sound of Harry's music drifting us to sleep.

Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious, less than one minute old.

Notes

Team Hally? Three updates in one day...what do you think?
-Carlie Xx..