From The Dining Table [H.S]

By beautifulharry_xo

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It's assumed euphoria follows me around the world as I tell unknown stories through songs, yet I'd never know... More

Last Night In Jamaica
Emerald Eyes
Who Are You?
Loving you's the Antidote
Dancing in the Moonlight
From The Dining Table
Angel
I Miss Her
Dear Primrose...
All the Best, -H x
Better Than Words
The One Where Primrose Cries
The Night We Met
She's Special
2 Bananas for a Pound
Unexpected Visitors
Comfortable Silence
Too Late
The Unconscoius Mind
Colour Me In
Walking On Sunshine
Phonecalls
The Start Of Something New
6 More Days
For Your Eyes Only
Don't You Call Me Baby
The Man I Want Him To Be
Surprise, Surprise, Surpirse!
Busy Days And Getaways
Sleepy Girl
Beautiful Vulnerability
Chicken Salad
Peace and Prosperity
Beautiful Boy
After Dinner
Source of Happiness
Doesn't Feel Like Home
Fate
Breaking Point
Be Alright
May 12th
We're Live in 3... 2... 1...
May 12th pt.2
Stay
White Winged Dove
Lavendar and Crystal
Dreams
Clear Lipgloss
My World
We'll Be Alright
Unintentional Harm
Love You Goodbye
Eddie and Froggy
My Moment
Granny Pam
The Stories Behind His Letters
London's Calling
Eventim Apollo
After Show
Two Bodies One Soul
Lost Without Him.
Promises
I Feel Loved
Family
Lilac and Love
A Twisted Reality
New Years Eve
Hopeless Romantics
Wondering Hands
Falling
One Year
I Moved On
Through Eden We Will Walk
Epilogue

London's Quite Big

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Primrose's POV:

"Girl are you sure you're okay on your own?" Angel asks, leaning his head out the car window.

I shut the car door with my bum and pull up the handle to my suitcase. Bending down, I levelled my eyes with his. "Angel, I'll be fine." I smiled, pulling him in for a hug. "You know where everything is. Please don't burn down my barn while I'm gone." I tease, taking a few steps back.

"I'll try." He grins. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Love you." I hum, before turning round and walking into the train station. My suitcase glided along the smooth flooring, as I fumbled in my jacket pocket for my ticket. Showing it to the worker, I received a quick nod and proceeded to my platform.

"6:30. Right on time." I say to myself, as I look up at the board of train line times.

Barnstable to London. Arriving 6:32am.

A few short moments later, the train pulled into the station, and a sudden jolt of fear absorbed my body. I'm about to do this. This is what I'm about to do. What I'm about to do is this. I, Primrose, am boarding a train to go and stay with Harry Styles, for a week. Am I making a huge mistake? Is this too fast? Too sudden? Harry and I haven't even slept together, and I'm already staying at his for an entire week! I can't do this... I have to go home. Maybe Angel's still in the car park. I need to go-

"On or off, miss?" The train conductor asked in a deep, husky voice.

"Uhh... Umm... I- err..." I stutter, flicking my eyes between the train and the car park.

"Get on the train!" A voice yells from a distant car. Darting my head round, I see Angel hanging out the same car window. "You can do this! Get on the train!" He yelled again. And with that, I dragged my suitcase onto the train.
Sitting in the nearest seat I could find, I prepared myself for the next 5 hours of trees, strangers, and that constant hum of the train against the tracks.

This was strange - I haven't been inland for so long. I forgot how beautiful all the forests and sheep and hills were. I'd been on the train for around two hours, and somehow I was enjoying myself. My music quietly filled the silence through my headphones, as I gazed out the foggy window at the world around me. It was so open, so bare. Polar opposite to what I was going to have in London.

Well, I assume so anyway. I've never been to London. I grew up in a small town, then moved straight to the coast at 18. I never saw the appeal in going to big, crowded, muggy cities; only to get pick pocketed or stuck in traffic. Nervous. That's how I feel. Nervous. God why is my mind so muddled up today! I can barely think straight.

Slouching back into my chair, I felt the small vibrations of my phone in my pocket. Upon pulling it out, my eyes were met with a cheeky text from Angel.

From: Angel.
Sent 9:54am

You'd better still be on that train. And you better not get back on it until you sleep with that sexy, green eyed beauty ;).

He's such an ass! I thought to myself as a small smile creeped across my face.

I like the pace I'm taking things with Harry. It's slow, which must make a change from the busy, hectic life he lives. I hope he likes the speed we are moving, I'm just assuming he does. But... will I look desperate to ask him? No, no I'm sure I won't. I'll ask him when I get to London. And if he gets freaked out, I'll book a room in a HolidayInn and then get a train home the next day.

Message to: Angel
Sent 9:57am

Shut up!
Ugh trains suck. I'm so boredddddddd.

From: Angel
Sent 10:00am

That's not the only thing you're gonna be sucking <3

Message to: Angel
Sent 10:02am

STOP! Angel it's not funny.

From: Angel
Sent 10:04am

I'm only teasing youuuu. Girl, you are too stressed ab this. It's gonna be fine.

After reading that message, I decided to call someone. Scrolling through my contacts, I found Harry. My finger hovered momentarily over the call button, reluctant to press it. Closing my eyes, I tapped the button and pulled the phone to my ear. My other hand shot straight to my mouth as I nervously bit at my nails.

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

"Hey, P. Everything okay?" Harry answered, his voice loud and awake.

"Umm, yeah. Everything's fine. I'm on the train." I reply nervously, tapping my chin with my pointer finger.

"How close are you to London? I'll pick you up from the station." Harry says, and I know he wouldn't let me tell him he can't pick me up.

"I've got like 4 hours left. Such a ball ache!" I moan. "I'm getting off at West Hampstead Station at 12:37pm"

"Great. I'll see you then. I'll stand outside the car so you see me." He says warmly.

"Okay, bye!" I blurt, desperately trying to end the call.

"Wait! Primrose..." Harry shouts, and I scold myself for not ending the call soon enough.

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?" The concern in Harry's voice is prominent.

"Nothing." I lie.

"Primrose, tell me the truth. I don't want to start this trip off on a bad note." He says sternly.

"I'm just worried. About us. That we are moving too fast and too slow. That's all." I mumble, feeling embarrassed.

"Too fast... and too slow?" Harry laughs, and I smack my hand against my forehead.

"Uhh, yeah. In terms of you and I, we've been moving super slow - which I like. I like how we are taking our time to get to know each other. However, I'm coming to stay with you for an entire week. And, we haven't even... you know... done it." I cringe at myself as I return my finer to my mouth and nervously chew again, awaiting his response.

"Slept together?" He questions. And when I don't respond, I assume he realises he's correct in this thinking. "Primrose, look out the window. Do you see how fast the train is moving, but how slow the world is moving around you? The train is us, and the world is our relationship. A train is fast, chaotic, desperately trying to scrape through the day by arriving at each station on time. However, the inside is slow, calm, simple. Both our lives are so fast pace, frantic and busy, yet on the inside, we are simple, loving, longing for a break. The world is our relationship, because we are taking our time. We aren't letting the train control us. The world has so much to give, so much to show, so it's moving slower to allow everyone the chance to see it. Our relationship, has hardly begun yet. There is so much I want to show you, to give to you. There's so much you don't know about me. And I know that's the same for you. Primrose, we can speed things up if you want. But, I like going slow. With you, slow is like a constant buzz. It's this euphoric feeling of excitement and anticipation, yet it's also scary, and daring."

"Scary and daring in a good way?"

"Scaring and daring in the best way."

"Thank you, Harry. I'm sorry I'm such a loser. I just get so in my head and so worked up about these tiny ideas, then they snowball into these massive disasters just eating away at me, waiting to ruin my life and I-,"

"P." Harry interrupts.

"What?" I snap accidentally, flustered by my own confusion.

"You're doing it again, you're rambling." He laughs, and I feel my cheeks blush with colour.

"Sorry." I say embarrassingly.

"Don't be. It's one of my favourite things about you." Harry says warmly.

"One of? What else do you like?" I smile.

"I'll tell you one day. See you soon, Prim. Safe travels." Harry tells me lovingly, before ending the call.

A rush of relief overwhelmed my body, and my eyes became hooded. Feeling sleepy, I rested my head against the glass, and closed my eyes. The comforting thought of Harry's words floated around my mind as I drifted off into an easy sleep.

"West Hampstead. Last call for West Hampstead station!" The conductor yells, as his heavy footsteps vibrate my body. Peeling my head off my numb arm, I flutter my eyes open to a now crowded train. "West Hampstead!" He yells again.

Hampstead... West Hampstead! That's my stop. "Yes! Me!" I blurt, leaping out of my seat and grabbing my suitcase from the chair next to me. Squeezing through the crowded isle, I practically fell onto the platform. I gave my eyes a moment to focus on the bright sky, as tall buildings loomed over me. The hustle and bustle of the platform caught me off guard as an array of locals, workers and tourists walked speedily to the exit.

Grabbing my suitcase, I head towards the car park. An overwhelming mugginess poisoned my nostrils, as a loud racing of cars filled my ears.

I'm in London. I made it.

The rough gravel of the car park wobbles my suitcase as I desperately look for Harry. However, I couldn't find him. This indescribable ache of fear rattled my body as I dread the worst. Maybe he crashed. Or he stood me up. What if he got shot? Oh god, oh god, oh god. Turning the corner, I was stopped dead in my tracks and thoughts as my eyes met those familiar green emeralds.

There in front of me, was the man I'd been longing to see for weeks. Leant up against the front of his car, his arms crossed over his chest,  hair blowing in the wind. His posture straightened slightly as his eyes met mine. Dropping my suitcase, my feet carried me across the car park - each step drawing me closer and closer to him. All I could hear was my rapid heartbeat echoing in my eardrums as I desperately ran faster and faster.

Harry began running towards me, his beautiful curls bouncing on top of his head. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his hips. Harry snaked his arms around my waist and held me up by the thighs, pulling me up slightly to steady himself.

"Primrose." He exhaled, burying his head into my shoulder. I didn't say a word. I couldn't. I was too absorbed in the overwhelming comfort of his touch. The familiar scent of tobacco and vanilla tingled against my nose, flooding back every single memory of him I have. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest - it was rapid and harsh. His forehead was warm against my bare skin revealed from my fallen jacket.

"Prim." Harry spoke quietly, dropping me down gently from his hold. "I've missed yo-,"

I smash my lips against his, interrupting his speech and knocking the wind from his chest. His lips were warm and familiar, and all that fear I felt earlier completely drained from my body. Harry's arm snaked around my waist again and pulled me closer to him; his other hand moving to tuck my curls behind my ear. I lightly place my hands on his biceps, admiring his muscles to myself.

Pulling away, I tug at his lip with my teeth momentarily, before giving him one more small peck. My eyes flick between his emeralds and his now raw mouth. A small grin quirks over his lips, as Harry removes his hold of me.

"I missed you." I smile.

"I missed you too." He smiles back. Looking behind me, my suitcase lay in the middle of the road. Harry laughs to himself, before saying a quick 'I'll be right back', then running to get it. I just admire the way he moves, watching his shirt hem blow in the wind as his muscular legs carry his masterpiece of a body across the car park.

Arriving back at the car, he took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers - holding my suitcase in the other. "You've had a long day of travelling. Let's get you home." He says warmly, as he leads me to the passenger side of his black Range Rover. Opening the door for me, he assists me into the seat. His car smells amazing! It was clean, yet floral, but also slightly fruity. Not to mention it was spotless.

Harry got into the drivers seat, and bucked his seatbelt. My eyes wondered down and watched his hands fumble to put the seatbelt on. He had his rings on again. God I love them. The car hummed into life, along with the radio. A quiet hum of Stevie Nicks Landslide exited the car speakers, as Harry shot a quick look over to me.

"Sorry, just checking you were buckled in." He smiles, before throwing his arm over the top of his chair and looking out the back window to reverse. The drive home - I mean to Harry's house - was quiet, and short. Well, in reality it was probably about 30 minutes, and Harry did try to talk to me. However, I was just so mesmerised by London that I couldn't peel myself away from the window.

I believe Harry tried to talk to me about 5 times.

1. "Did you travel well?" He asked.

"Yeah, fine thanks. I slept."

2. "You look lovely today."

"You too."

3. "Have you been to London before?"

"No."

4. "What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

"Mmm... not sure."

By the fifth time, he did manage to snap me out my gaze.

"Primrose, are you okay? Is this about what you said earlier?" He asks shyly.

Snapping back to reality, I shoot my head round to face his. I place my hand over his which was resting on the gear stick, and stroke his thumb with mine. "Harry, I'm sorry. I've just never been to London. I've never been to a city really. It's all so new and fascinating to me. I must seem so pathetic." I say, embarrassed.

Harry smiles warmly at me, moving his hand into another gear. He lifts his hand and moves it over to my thigh. Gently, he rests it down on my jeans and my leg tingles at the feeling. It's only there for a moment though, before he shoots his hand up and hovers it over my leg. "Is that okay?" He checks, and my heart aches. This man is too cute. I've never been treated like this before - with this much respect.

I nod a little, my eyes glued on his dominant hand covering my entire thigh. His muscles flexed as his fingers found a comfortable resting position, and I watched the veins sit so boldly above the rest of his hand.

Harry stroked gentle lines up and down my inner thigh, and I rested my head against the headrest and closed my eyes as the feeling absorbed me. Noticing this, Harry smirked more obvious this time, and applied slightly more pressure.

Sure, Dan used to do this. But it never felt like this. I always had this uncertainty about him, this uncomfortable feeling of him touching me. I never knew when he would snap and hurt me. Harry didn't feel like that. Even if I dug as deep as I could into my mind, I wouldn't be able to reach that feeling. Harry made me feel safe. Warm. Comfortable. Yet vulnerable, in the best way possible.

Pulling into the driveway, my jaw dropped at the sight of his house. "It's... beautiful." I say to myself.

"Thank you." Harry laughs. "Don't move, I'll be right round." He remove his hand from my thigh, yet it still feels weighed down from the dominance it had over me.

Seconds later, Harry opened my door and helped me out the car. Taking my hand in his again, he lead me up the long driveway, up to his grand front door.

"Primrose... welcome home."

***

A/N:

Hey guys! I'm so sorry for my lack of uploads again. I've been poorly all of this week, and I'm so busy with school at the moment.

I have a drama GCSE exam in a few weeks which I'm dedicating a lot of time to, then I have mock exams. Please please please don't go anywhere, because this story isn't! I'm finishing this book.

And maybe have a few more planned for the future ;)

Thank you for reading x

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