mantra || h.s

:: 11 ::

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"This is bad..."

"No it's not. Now we won't have to actually wake up."

"That's terrible logic, Harry." She laughed and I really love her laugh.

"Think about it, baby...Niall left at eleven, so if we had gone to bed at 11:30, and then had to get up at two, we both would've been miserable. Now, we're already up so we won't be grumpy and you can sleep when you get to your hotel." I rolled on top of her and pressed my lips to her neck.

"Hmmm...sounds okay..."

"Besides...this just means I get to enjoy more time with you."

"That's probably the best thing about it."

"What do you think Kendall would do if I jetted off to France today?"

"Don't even try." She giggled and pulled me further down against her.

"I'm serious. Haven't been in a while, I think it might be nice."

"Harry, stop obsessing over me!"

"M'never gonna stop obsessing over you. Might actually turn into a raging psychopath."

"You're insane and you're not coming with me to Paris."

"M'not coming with you. I'd just coincidentally show up at your hotel."

"You're an idiot." I rolled us over so it was now her on top of me.

"Don't be mean." I whined.

"Oh, hush, Styles." Her lips met mine in a soft kiss before she pulled away again. "So when should we leave?"

"I'd say we aim to get out of here bye 2:45." Kiss. "So that means I still have you for an hour and a half." Kiss. "M'gonna miss you..."

"Stop it." Kiss.

"I am. Gonna miss you lots."

"Shut up."

"Are you gonna miss me?"

"Probably not. Pascal will be there to keep me company..."

"Who's Pascal?"

"He's just one of the sexy Frenchman who works for Revue De Modes."

"Well, now I definitely need to come with you."

"M'no...you really don't."

"Say you'll miss me." I ignored the Frenchman subject.

"No."

"Say you'll miss me."

"Stop it, crazy boy."

"Say it."

"Nope."

"Say it, Lucy."

"Never..."

"Baby..." She sighed heavily and far too dramatically before crossing her arms across my chest and resting her chin on her hands. "Please...?"

"I'll miss you." I could hear her, but just barely.

"I'm sorry...what was that?"

"Fücking hell, Styles. I'll miss you, alright? Just a tiny bit though."

"You're going to miss me a little more than a tiny bit."

"Keep telling yourself that, darling."

"I will."

"Wonderful." She smirked, "...kiss me, pop star."

"With pleasure, my pretty girl."

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"You'll call me when you land?"

"No..."

"Please?"

"You're a needy one, Styles."

"Please..."

"Fine. I'll call you."

"Thank you, angel." I pulled her underneath my arm, disregarding the vehicle's middle console.

"Deal with the Kardashian madness while I'm gone, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah, I will." I'll try.

"Good boy." She kissed me hard before pulling away. "Thank you for taking me."

"Wouldn't have had it any other way. I'll pick you up too...just tell me when and where."

"No you won't."

"Yes I will."

"Harry..."

"You're going to miss your flight." I smiled a playful smile as she eyed me, clearly frustrated.

"Drive safe, you wanker." With that, she shut the door and I'd be lying if I said I didn't absolutely marvel at her impossibly sexy bum as she sauntered off and into the Airport.