I had so much fun on the tour, our tour guide being extremely hilarious, and it thankfully helped us loosen up.

As the day progress, we were more playful with each other, having to constantly remind ourselves that eyes were on us.

"Harry, stop." I chuckled as he tickled me softly after I made an inappropriate comment about the size of Big Ben.

"Friends tickle each other, don't they?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Not taken friends." I teased, shoving him away softly. He caught my hand and I could tell he wanted to kiss me in that moment, quickly looking away from him.

"I was thinking, instead of my mom's, we can have dinner at my place. We can cook something together, just you and I." He said softly and I turned and looked at him, his hand still holding mine, tracing along my fingers.

"I don't want to upset her."

"She'll understand. I'll ask Gemma to ask Becca to stay with her." He smiled hopeful and I nodded.

"Okay, I like that idea." He squeezed my hand softly before letting go as more people got on at the next stop.

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After the tour, Harry dropped me off at home and he went out to the store to buy what we needed. We decided on a basic garlic shrimp and rice recipe with some grilled carrots.

I cleaned up the dishes I had left earlier in the morning, washing everything and wiping down the counters.

"Honey, I'm home." I heard him call out and I couldn't help but laugh.

He walked in carrying a couple bags and kissed my cheek before placing them on the counter.

"Alright how should we do this?" He said taking things out of the bags.

"I'll start the rice, and you can do the carrots, the shrimp will cook quickly, so we can do that last." I smiled and he nodded.

We began cooking and he called out to his Apple Home, "Hey Siri, playing cooking playlist."

"You have a cooking playlist?" I raised an eyebrow at him, measuring out the rice.

"No, but I know Siri will make it look like I do." He smirked and I shook my head, "So uh, Jeff called me while I was out."

"Oh, what about?" I bit my lip trying to play it cool, as I added the rice frying it a bit before adding the water.

"You. Wanting to know what we were going to do about our relationship." He said, cut off the ends of carrots.

"Oh, well, I don't know. I mean, I know your fans don't like Olivia, but, I don't know," I bit my lip stirring the seasons I added to the rice.

"I don't want to hide anymore, not if it's going to make us fight like today. I don't want that. We spent enough time fighting to make this work to be fighting with each other. It's just, the internet, is, cruel." He took a deep breath, placing the knife down, "I don't know if I could hold back if they said anything about you, or to you."

"I mean, I feel like, it would end up happening regardless right? Like, everyone will always have their opinions. We could just stick with the Matilda story. Just that it made us closer, or something like that."

"We could do that, we wouldn't have to hide as much spending time together. I just hate the picture of Olivia and I kissing. It won't go away." He sighed, leaning against the counter.

"Well I'm sure she has something to do with that Haz." I covered the rice and walked over to him, placing my hands on his sides.

He leaned forward and kissed my nose, "I know. I want to put some story out. That I was intoxicated, and that was like a final attempt, something along those lines. I want those pictures to have a bad note attached to them. I feel like it will help us."

"Won't that go against your contract?" I moved around him, finishing cutting the carrots, and he turned to wrap his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I'll have to ask Jeff, but I feel like that will benefit us. Olivia and I were slowly ending, that was a drunken final attempt to fix it, but mean while I had Matilda." He turned his head kissing my cheek softly, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I don't mind that story. I don't want to hide anymore either." I said, taking a deep breath. He nodded and moved my hair behind my ear, his fingers then running softly on my cheek.

"I just want everyone to know how proud I am that you're my girlfriend." He smiled softly, pulling my face towards him kissing me.

My entire body ignited, and I felt my face flush, I broke the kiss and rested my forehead on his, "I love you Harry."

"And I love you." he kissed my nose, "Now let's hurry and make this food."

I nodded and we went back to cooking. Once everything was done I served the rice with the shrimp and carrots over it. Harry served the win and we sat at the table to eat.

"Another thing I've been meaning to bring up, my rental is up the week after we get back, could I possibly stay with you, through Coachella and all that. I'll be doing press after words for the new album, and will be busier, I just need a place to hide away and relax until then."

I smiled big and nodded, "Of course. We just have to make sure no paps ever find out. Especially if we are going to be slowly announcing us. I don't want that stress on Becca."

"I promise, we will make it work. I promise." He smiled and I sipped my wine nodding.

"So do I get to go to Coachella?" I smiled biting into a carrot.

He laughed and shook his head, "Nope, members only. I'm taking Charles though. Best mate right there."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, "Yeah, yeah I know your new golf buddy."

I wasn't lying either. They had already planned golfing trips every weekend the moment we got back home.

"Of course you can come baby. I do want to invite Anita and Charles though, how does that work?"

"Well, Roger would then run it, and he would get a temp assistant. It's kinda tough, but at the end of the day, Charles makes that call for everyone so." I chuckled softly.

"Perfect, it'll be a weirdly dysfunctional family affair."

I rolled my eyes slightly, raising my eyebrows, "You can say that again."

"Margarita."

"Yes Harold, I rolled my eyes, not much you can do about it, because we are having a nice proper dinner." I smirked as he popped a shrimp in his mouth.

"You like testing me, don't you Maggie." He shook his head.

"I love it." I smirked and he leaned forward on the table towards me.

"I don't have to finish my dinner you know, I can satisfy my hunger other ways." He raised and eyebrow at me and I chuckled.

"Who said I would let you?"

"I can be very persuasive. I'm sure you're aware of it."

"Hmm, or I just let you believe you are, but really I hold all the power." I teased eating some more of my rice. I knew what I was doing, and it was entertaining.

He pushed himself back and away from the table, getting up and slowly walking over to sit on the table just to the side of me, "Maggie."

"Harry. I don't give consent." I smiled playfully.

"Well I give all the consent." He said running his finger along my jaw.

I shook my head, running my hand softly up his inner thigh, he tried to move his finger down my neck and I moved his hand away gently, "Nope, I didn't give consent."

"So this is the game we are play Margarita?" He said, his breath slightly rigged, as my hand moved higher up his inner thigh, my palm settling over his already developing hardness.

"I'm not playing any game Harry, I'm just here, loving my boyfriend. Trying to have a nice proper dinner."

He shook his head, and licked his lips quickly, "Hmm, right, proper dinner."

I nodded, palming at his hardness softly,  biting my lip up at him. I watch as his head fell back slight, and he cleared his throat. I smiled, slowly standing up as I continued palming him. I kissed the spot along his neck that I knew drove him insane, before removing my palm and my lips. I sat back down, and ate another carrot.

He stayed on the table and stared at me and I couldn't help but laugh. I smirked and the look of shock on his face made me laugh more.

"Come eat baby, the rest of your food is going to get cold." I looked away, eating my food slowly, trying not to laugh more.

He got up slowly, adjusting himself, and sitting down, clearing his throat, "Maggie, Maggie."

"What baby? It's called edging." I smiled.