THERES SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER I SWEAR TO GOD DONT HATE ME BUT I HAVE TO ESTABLISH ALL THE INFO FIRST SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY

And please look at these pics attached bc I looked very hard for them and they are supposed to be Harry's house (((:::

*Norah's POV*

Harry made me do it.

That line had come out of my lips probably a million times and it was happening again.

This private jet was all Harry's idea. Actually, it was Harry's jet. He insisted that I take it and now I was explaining to Kat why I was taking a private jet instead of a commercial airline.

"Harry made me," I whined, tightening my arms around her torso so she was forced to keep hugging me. "Don't hate me, Kat."

"You have a sugar daddy now," she pouted. "And I just have-"

"Hey, I got you a muffin," Niall grinned as he handed Kat a huge chocolate chip muffin. "I knew you'd be hungry."

"Aw," I cooed, hugging Niall tightly. "Never change Niall, never change."

"I'll try not to, gorgeous," he chuckled. "And tell Harry I said hi, would you?"

"Of course."

I watched two large men pick up my bags and I gave Niall and Kat one last wave before trailing after the men towards the runway.

"Have you ever flown in a private jet ma'am?" The man asked in a thick accent I didn't quite recognize.

"Um, no," I answered meekly. "Not exactly."

"Please step to the side, we have to scan you," he said gruffly. "Thank you."

They scanned over my body with some machine thing and when it didn't beep, they let me inside. It was a beautiful jet, with black leather seats and wine glasses and champagne everywhere. Of course this was Harry's, I wouldn't expect any less.

"This is a six-hour flight ma'am," the man growled. "There's a seat in the back that folds into a bed and the bathroom is straight down the hall. We'll be in the front if you need anything."

"Thank you," I smiled politely. I slouched into a big comfy seat and quickly realized that it smelled exactly like Harry, and I guessed that it was Harry's.

"Mrs. Allison," another man said as he sat down across from me. "I'm Mr. Styles' head of security and he sent me to keep you company. He thought you might have some questions or just want to talk?"

"I don't think I have any questions," I laughed. "Not for now, anyway."

*

I startled awake at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder, and then someone slapping that hand away.

"Don't wake her up," a familiar voice hissed. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"

"Harry," I smiled sleepily. "Don't be an ass."

I felt his hands snake around my waist and lift me up, carrying me like a baby out into the cold and rainy air.

"You would think a man could get a decent umbrella around here," he grumbled as I buried my face in his very expensive feeling suit. I could feel the rain soaking through my clothes but I stayed quiet and Harry kept me in his lap as the heat kicked on and I shivered slightly, inhaling the scent of new car and his cologne.

"Your plane is really nice," I mumbled, slipping my hands into his jacket to warm them up. He laughed and I dozed off again to the feeling of his hands rubbing my back and his lips pressing to my forehead over and over again.

*

I woke up on Harry's lap, but now there was a blanket draped around me and he was talking on the phone.

"Yeah, come over in say, an hour? We'll work the rest of the details out then. No, no, it's fine. Just bring dinner, I don't feel like cooking."

He hung up and ran a large hand over his face, a loud sigh filling the silence as I opened one eye.

"Hi beautiful," he laughed, helping me sit up. "Jesus, you were out for a good little while."

"I think I have jet lag," I groaned as I held a hand to my head. "God, I'm so tired."

"You can sleep at my place."

"No, I'm staying in a hotel," I frowned as I looked out the window.

He laughed. "The hell you are. You're staying with me."

"Harry-"

"Don't even argue Nor, you know I always win."

His arm wrapped around me and I leaned into him, shaking my head to myself as he told the driver to take him home.

It only took like five more minutes until the driver mumbled something and Harry nodded, then came around to my side and opened the door for me.

The house was stunning. (a/n pic attached) Even though it was pitch black and the rain was sheeting now, there were lights plotted every now and then on the lawn so every detail was illuminated.

"Of course you live here," I rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't expect anything else from mogul Harry Styles."

"God, I hate that word," he grinned, shaking his head. "I asked them not to use it."

It was quiet for a second before my bags were brought in and carried upstairs. In the meantime, I had time to really look at him. His white shirt was soaked through in the rain so I could see all his new tattoos peeking through, and apparently he had gotten a lot more. They decorated his chest and snaked down his arms, I could only begin to count them. He was also taller and his hair was longer, which made him look older.

"Well," he sighed, breaking my eyes away from his beautiful face. "You probably want a shower so I'll show you the bathroom."

I followed him through a complicated maze of hallways and finally appeared in front of a door. It opened to a huge bedroom with gorgeous windows and a view 100x better than my apartment back home. It overlooked miles of hillside, divided up by roads and buildings but still remaining beautiful and scenic. It was something right out of a magazine.

"This is your room," he beamed as he gestured around proudly. "Your bathroom is right there but it's being renovated so you'll need to use the spare one just down the hall."

"I have to walk down the hall to pee?" I pouted slightly.

"Unless you want me to take you out every two hours with Ernie."

I flicked his arm and he tried to suppress his grin. "You haven't changed a bit, Harry. Not a single bit."

*

I put my hair up and changed into a pair of comfy leggings and a big shirt, not even bothering put on makeup. Who cares, right? We were practically in the middle of nowhere.

But before I could make it all the way down the (three thousand) stairs, I could hear laughter and giggling from the kitchen.

"-that's what I told her!" A woman's voice said loudly. They both bust out laughing and I sank onto the stairs, hugging my knees and nuzzling my nose into my leg. Of course he had a girlfriend, how had I not seen it? He was successful, funny, handsome, and the kindest person I've ever met. He was any girl's dream.

"Norah?" Harry's voice echoed up at me. He was still wearing a suit and his hair had dried naturally, making it curly and unruly as he leaned against the banister. "What are you doing up there, love?"

"Just sitting," I smiled weakly. "I'll be down in a second."

"Victoria's chicken casserole is amazing, you have to try it."

I padded down the stairs and he rubbed my shoulder for a second until we appeared in the kitchen, where there was a perfect woman standing at the counter.

She was tall and brunette and as skinny as a twig, with heels taller than the Empire State Building and skin the color of coffee. And in contrast to my leggings and sleep shirt, she was in a pencil skirt and blouse. Her hair was curled and her makeup done perfectly, a complete contrast to my hobo-like appearance.

"Norah, this is Victoria," Harry grinned. "Vic, this is Norah."

"So nice to finally meet you," she smiled, offering me a manicured hand. "Harry just won't stop talking about you."

"Well that's...terrifying," I laughed. "I can only imagine the stories he has to tell about me."

"Some very interesting ones," Harry chimed in. "But I think it would take days to tell them all."

"Well I think the casserole might get cold, how about another time?"

Harry smiled at her. "Of course."

Harry handed me a plate and I picked at it for a while, but I just wasn't hungry. I was tired, and there was nothing that sounded better than crawling under those expensive sheets and laying down on one of those Swedish pillows.

"So where did you go to school?" Victoria asked from across the table.

"Newcastle."

"And you studied...?"

"Environmental science."

She raised her eyebrows. "Wow, that's impressive."

"Thank you," I smiled. "And you?"

"I studied law at Harvard."

"That's amazing."

"First in her class," Harry asserted proudly. "That's my girl."

I could feel my smile fade and my stomach began twisting and turning in the most horrible way until I thought I would actually be sick. Why did it nauseate me so much to hear him say that about her? Why was I so jealous?

"Excuse me," I interrupted Harry as I quickly stood and left the table. I dropped my plate in the sink and practically ran up the stairs, searching frantically for my room so I could just lay down and sleep.

It had taken me nearly five years to get over Harry Styles. I was finally okay in my life, I could finally stomach the idea of dating someone else and then he comes waltzing back into my life and just steals my heart back. Who did he think he was?

I plopped down on the huge bed and snuggled under the eight layers of sheets until I was sure you couldn't even see me anymore. That's what I was hoping for anyway.

I listened to the sound of dishes being washed and goodbyes being said, then Victoria left in her car and it was silent again.

There was another sound, like expensive shoes on expensive floors, then Harry appeared in my doorway.

"What's the matter, gorgeous?" he asked quietly. "I know it's not just jet lag."

I sniffled and he sat down on the end of the bed.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"You're not fine."

"Why did you invite me to stay with you?" I blurted. "Why didn't you just put me up in a hotel so you could spend time with Victoria?"

"Victoria is my secretary, love," he began with a gentle smile. "And I invited you here because I couldn't resist. You don't think I thought about putting you in a hotel for the next few days? That's what I thought I would do. But then I saw you. And things changed."

I squeezed my eyes shut and he leaned back against the headboard next to me. "How come you know everything about her and you know nothing about me?"

"Nothing?" He asked incredulously. "You think I know nothing about you?"

"You didn't know where I went to school," I pointed out. "You don't know that I was first in my class, too. Actually I graduated early because I was so advanced. You don't know that I live in a tiny apartment because I was so poor when I first got to the city, I didn't eat for like a week one time. You don't know any of that, Harry, because you didn't even bother to call."

I took a deep breath and he raised his eyebrows. "Are you done?"

"I think so."

"I know a ton about you, sweetheart," he chortled. "You don't think I kept up with you?"

"I-"

"I have known about you since the day you graduated baby, maybe even before that. I read every single article your name is mentioned in and I cut them out and keep them all in a drawer at work. I have every piece of information that exists on your company, your job, the people you help. Norah, I have kept up with you."

"Then why did you say she was your girl?"

I asked it so quietly and he stayed silent for so long I thought he may not have heard me. But then he let out a deep breath and looked at me.

"Because I needed someone, Norah. I couldn't have you and I needed someone. I got lonely."

"You didn't know you couldn't have me," I pointed out quietly. "You never tried."

"Baby," he sighed, kicking off his shoes. "It's not that easy."

"Because you have a million zillion dollars?"

"I don't have a million zillion dollars," he rolled his eyes, hugging me to his side. "I thought you hated me. After what I did...I didn't think you would ever forgive me."

"I didn't think I would either," I said honestly. He nodded. "But I did. I hate what you did but I understand. We were just kids."

"It wasn't fair." His voice was so soft and quiet, I could tell he was really upset. "I just left and I never told you why."

"I guessed why."

"What was your guess?"

"You thought I didn't love you back."

"Did you?"

"Yeah."

A lopsided grin appeared on his perfectly pink lips and he shook his head. "Well damn."