"Are they filming us?" I leant into Harry's side as we stood in the candy isle of the convenience store, his hand on the small of my back.
He laughed lightly, inconspicuously checking to our right where a teenage girl was standing, holding up her phone, trying to hide that she was filming us. "Yep, I think so."
"Why? We're buying candy; won't that be a really boring video?" I laughed, not understanding the allure. Even after nine months of dating and five months of that being public, it amazed me that people still found entertainment in us doing the smallest things together.
"Maybe we should make it interesting, go stand near the condoms and pregnancy tests or something?" He winked at me, smiling.
I laughed, holding my hand over my mouth to stop myself from bursting into a fit of laughter.
Harry took my hand, pulling me over to the check-out.
The girl continued to video us as we walked out, both of us trying not to make it obvious that we knew we were being filmed.
We walked through the park, Harry giving me one of his Twix's as we talked.
Harry bent down to kiss me on the cheek or the top of my head every few minutes, a habit of his that I knew the paparazzi absolutely loved. Not that I minded in the slightest.
There was a party on tonight, something which I was actually really looking forward to.
Harry stared at my chest as I waited with him for Andy in my dress for the party, the strip of mesh down the middle attracting his attention. He'd seen it all before, but it never ceased to bring him joy when he got even the slightest peek.
He tugged at my waist, pulling me closer, my heels making the height difference less prominent.
He kissed my cheek, before moving down neck and to my shoulder.
"Harry" I playfully scolded, leaning my head to the side slightly so that he had more room. "We have to go in a few minutes."
"Your fault for wearing this poor excuse for a dress."
I laughed lightly, hearing Andy's footsteps. "Later, Harold."
He pouted, "fine."
I grinned, kissing him quickly as Andy came into the room.
"Let's party" she said, fist pumping and picking up her phone off the table.
"Woo!" Harry whooped, much to my amusement.
The party was in full swing when we arrived and Harry, Andy and I made our way over to where Liam and Danielle were sitting, Danielle jumping up to hug Andy and me as soon as she saw us.
"Ails! Andy! You're here!" Danielle, Eleanor, Andy and I always stuck together during parties. Andy may not be dating one of the boys, but she was still part of our little group.
A few hours into the party, and Andy was chatting up some tall, tanned sex god while I sat on Harry's lap as he consistently tried to drunkenly edge his hand up my thigh.
I pushed it back down again, the funny side of it starting to wear off. Could he really not wait an hour?
I saw Niall sitting by himself, looking gloomily at the corner where Andy was standing. I got up off Harry's lap, after a bit of struggling to make him let go of me, and walked over to him.
"What's up, Leprechaun?" I asked affectionately, ruffling his hair.
"Nothing" he grumbled, taking a sip of whatever he was drinking. I decided I probably didn't want to know.
"So why are you drinking away your sorrows then?" He raised an eyebrow at me and I grinned before turning serious. "Really, what's wrong?"
He gestured with his cup over to where Andy was standing. "Why him? What's so great about him?"
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Why do you care?" I asked as gently as possible.
He smiled slightly. "Why do you think, Ails?"
I put up my hands in surrender. "Just making sure. Why don't you make a move, then?"
He shook his head. "She's having loads of fun without my advances."
I sighed. "Niall, she doesn't really like him. She just flirts with guys so that she has someone to talk to when Harry and I start snogging each other's faces off." He choked on his drink and I smiled. "Her words, not mine."
He placed his cup down, standing up before sitting back down again. "I can't do it."
I groaned before hearing Harry call me over. "We'll work on this" I said before walking back over to Harry.
"Yes, master?"
He smiled, patting his lap. "Sit back down, Sweetheart."
I smiled, forgiving him for his previously overbearing ways, sitting down on his lap.
I rested my head on his shoulder as he slid his hands up and down my calves.
"You know, Niall likes Andy." I stated, expecting him to be surprised.
But instead, he nodded. "I know."
I looked up at him. "You know? You mean you knew and didn't tell me?"
He looked guilty, nodding his head slightly. I scoffed, shaking my head.
"I promised" he offered, and I laughed at his attempts to win back my affections.
"I still love you, don't worry." He smiled, kissing me, much to everyone's disgust.
"Here we go! Get a room you two!"
"Like you two are saints!" Harry protested, looking directly at Louis.
Louis just tugged Eleanor closer, pressing a kiss to her temple.
The party ended about an hour later, Harry carrying my shoes for me as we opened the door to his place.
Louis was staying over at Eleanor's, claiming that they needed time alone. Harry just jokingly told him to be safe.
Harry eagerly pulled me close, his lips finding their way to mine within seconds.
I laughed, pulling away. "You really can't hold on for a minute?"
"You have no idea how amazing you look in that dress."
I pretended to be hurt, stepping back. I pouted, jutting out my lower lip. "So I don't look amazing all the time?"
He looked at me pointedly, knowing that I was only playing around. "Get over here."
I smiled, shaking my head.
He took a step towards me and I took a step back, laughing as he instantly took another step closer to me.
He snagged me around the waist, pulling me down onto the bed and hovering over me.
He brushed away a lock of my hair, pressing him lips to mine before unzipping my dress, pulling it off me and throwing it to the floor.
I was thankful that he had taken his blazer off as soon as we got inside, as I was not in the mood for that many layers at the moment.
He quickly removed as many items of his clothing as he could, claiming my lips with his own.
He tangled his fingers into my hair before lifting me up and placing me up the bed a little bit more, his hands grasping at my waist.
The next morning, I woke up to Harry playing with my hair, two cups of tea resting on the bedside table.
"You're awake," he murmured, kissing me softly and handing me my tea.
I smiled, nodding tiredly.
We had the morning to ourselves, before a movie premiere that night that would also take up most of the afternoon.
We lay on the couch, watching Love Actually as we idly chatted as well as watching the movie.
"You know, we have to set Niall and Andy up" he informed me as he kissed my temple.
I nodded; the thought had already crossed my mind earlier.
"Starting tonight," he went on. I bit my lip. Tonight seems a little late notice to form some plan to get them together.
He saw my hesitation. "We'll figure it out before tonight. Have a little faith, love."