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Harry Styles

My newly found happiness and peace came in the form of cuddling the love of my life on the couch placed in the garden with the orange lights warming up the atmosphere and making relaxing just a little more enjoyable and romantic. The cool wind felt nice as it whistled a soft rhythm around us and encouraged my girl to cuddle more into me. It caused me to grin each time, my heart warmed up by the action over and over again.

After the lovely tea we had in town, we walked around for a bit then came back to the villa. Gemma didn't plan on a lengthy stay which I didn't mind in this case because I mostly wanted to spend time with Ren. So, she decided to have an early night as she had a plane to catch at six in the morning that required her to get up around three. That just meant some quiet, alone time for us and we couldn't have spent it better than on the couch with a bottle of wine.

"Hmm," she hummed with a long exhale, her body moved against mine and it made me smile. It was cheesy but crazy how I had my whole world in my arms.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I can't stop thinking about those onion rings. They were so peng," she mumbled and the only thing I could do was laugh. Here I thought she would say something sentimental and then says that instead.

"Then I suppose you are not in the mood to make love as the sun goes down, hm?" I chuckled, at first only joking then as I thought more about it, I really wouldn't have minded it actually happening.

"You'll have to do all the work, though. I'm stuffed and I feel like a whale. There is no way I could be on top," she told me as a matter of fact and I kissed her cheek.

"That's fine by me but I don't have any condoms down here with me so unless you're ready for baby Styles number one, I don't think sunset sex is happening today."

"Ah, damn," she groaned. "It was actually a decent idea as well."

"Innit."

"Shall we do it tomorrow? I can't stop thinking about it now," she laughed and turned on her back which made me move closer to the backrest.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool," she hummed. Then she spoke again. "I can't believe we just scheduled to have sex."

"You initiated it, I just agreed," I poked her side and she elbowed me in the stomach, her reflexes clearly perfect. "Can I ask you a touchy question?"

"Go 'ed."

"Would you ever want to go halves on a baby with me?"

"Hm..." okay so she was considering it. "When the time is right, I guess."

"What does that mean in your head?" I questioned. I was really intrigued by the way her mind worked, how it came up with things, how it prioritised things and why she did the things she did.

"I think I would just feel like it would be the right time, you know?" she said with her eyes focused on the ceiling. I played with her fingers as I watched her talk, completely amazed by her. I really have never seen anyone as beautiful as Renleigh. "If I were to get pregnant again, it would not be right and although I feel like you are already prepared for a baby, I don't think I would be."

"I feel like I could take care of the baby but that would either mean less time at work or less time at home."

"Yeah like a kid is so much fucking work," she told me, this time looking at me as well. "They're so much money and time and effort and patience and I feel like if I will ever have one, I want to do it the right way."

"Definitely," I said. "I would never want to raise a baby whilst working full time. That's not fair to them or to yourself."

"It's weird to think that I was pregnant once and it all went away. I mean I would have a five-six-year-old kid right now," she chuckled in disbelief. "Could you imagine me as a goddamn mother?"

"A six-year-old...wow," I said, sounding a bit amazed at the fact. "That's... that's a bit crazy to think about."

"Tell me about it," Ren sighed. "I most likely wouldn't be here right now."

"Why not?" I asked quietly. "We could still cuddle here with the baby—well, your kid sleeping on that couch there," I nodded towards the one that was across from us and empty. "We could watch over her or him and just enjoy the weather and each other's company."

"So, what you're telling me is that you would date someone with a kid?"

"No because I'm dating you but if you would've had a kid when we met, it wouldn't have put me off of wanting to get to know you," I explained.

"True. You probably would've felt sorry for me for being a single mother or something," she snickered.

"No, I wouldn't have."

"Okay maybe not you then—but someone would have for sure felt that way."

"Do you genuinely think a baby would have ruined your life?"

"Yes," she said flat out. "I was turning twenty-one at the time, I had no stable job which means I was in no shape or form financially stable. Nevermind my mental health," right. I didn't think that deep into it but I had her to remind me of all the reasons why a baby would have not been right for her at the time. "Plus, I knew that I could never finish my studies as a full-time student or carry on to get my masters if I had a bun in the oven, not to mention Wolf would have been out the door quicker than he used to nut—and that happened pretty fucking fast," she chuckled evilly and it made me smirk. "Then, raising a baby would have meant no freedom therefore no time for me to build my company and bring it up to the success it is basking in now. So, yes. A baby would have definitely ruined my life."

"You're really sensible. Some other people wouldn't have thought of it this way but would have gone through with giving birth to the baby then use the benefits that come with having a child. I'm not saying that's not sensible but that is a great responsibility to take on and not many people are cut out for that, so early in their life."

"Yeah. I don't know. There was this girl in my high school and she got pregnant in year 11 and she seemed to be doing well for a sixteen-year-old," she told me although that was nothing out of the ordinary. I have heard many stories like that before and I have seen that happen myself. "It all depends on who you are and what you think is the best decision for you and for the kid in you."

"Hm, that makes sense," I agreed. "Well, I don't think we gotta worry about having kids any time soon because you always make sure we have three hundred condoms packed."

"One of us has to remember to wrap it up," she smirked at me.

"I wouldn't mind it if you forgot every once in a while."

"Not happening," Ren said right away. "There is no way you are putting a child inside me."

"Well, not necessarily to make a baby but to see what sex is like without a condom."

"No, I think we're good," she laughed. "You can keep daydreaming about it but unless we're looking for people to take over our businesses, I'm not taking any chances. No matter how 'good' it supposedly feels to have sex without anything in the way."

"Wait—you wanna force our kids to take over our companies?"

"Well, only when we're on our death beds," she said with a scoff. "No one's touching my business until I'm dead."

"Ah, that's more like the Renleigh I know," I laughed.

From the baby topic we somehow circled back to the dinner we had in town and then chatted about how we need to visit more places together. Paris and Italy were on the top our list because we needed to go back to the capital of France, now as a couple and recreate our amazing memories and activities. As for Italy, that's where it all started—especially for me—, not to mention that I still had to show Renleigh the vineyard that my grandparents own. With all the time on our hands, that was going to be only two of our little holidays out of all the ones we will be taking as a couple and I was more than excited for them.

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Waking up to the sunshine and the nicest smelling food with a gorgeous woman by my side, who I happened to love very much, was basically like living in paradise. Spain has always been my favourite place—I loved everything about it. Now, that I had Renleigh here to spend some time with me, it all just became ten times better.

Wrapped in the sheets and nothing else, I enjoyed the way her warm, smooth skin felt under my fingertips. I was always the first one to be awake and it gave me the opportunity to look at her for as long as I could and just admire her beautiful face.

Well, that was until she randomly began to snore and I had to nudge her until she stopped. I almost laughed out loud at how weird it was to actually witness her snoring—most of the time, I just took the piss out of her for it but I never really experienced it. It didn't wake me up during the night if she did but now that I had proof... yeah, she was never living this down.

"Stop," she mumbled tiredly, the word barely audible as she turned from her stomach onto her side and pulled the sheets up to her neck. "Wanna know about my stupid dream?" she asked quietly, each one of her words slowly leaving her pretty lips.

"Mhm-hm."

"I had a fucking baby and you were the dad," she said with closed eyes. A smile began to form on my lips at her dream, our conversation from a night ago clearly made an impact on her. "The kid went from a baby to an annoying eighteen-year-old quick... it was one of those black out dreams where one scene ends and another starts randomly. She was moaning about failing her driving test so instead she wanted to intern for me."

"What?" I laughed. It made no sense, there was no connection, then again, this was a dream and those were weird.

"Yeah. I told her I would sue her if she ever stepped in my building again and then somehow, you and I ended up buying a Nissan."

"I'm sorry but what the fuck goes on in your dreams?" I asked with a chuckle. "We both know you would never even think of a Nissan as a possibility."

"True."

"So, that was it? We had a daughter who kept failing her driving test so she wanted to intern for you instead but you threatened to sue your own flesh and blood if they entered your building again then we went to buy a car?"

"Yeah. Pretty much. S'why we're never having kids. Don't want none."

"What if I make sure they pass their driving test?"

"Why should that make me want to have kids?"

"You won't have to sue them since they won't want to intern for you which means they won't step a foot in your building," I explained.

"Nah. They would still find a reason to come see me. They'd come up with the shittiest excuses like 'it's take your kid to work day' or some other random excuse like 'we just wanted to see you.'"

"What's with the voice?" I asked. "Do you reckon our kids will sound whiny?"

"No. I hope they won't, at least. If they sound whiny, I'm disowning them."

"I will own them, then," I fought back right away.

"See why you will be the better parent? You already care for our future offsprings more than I do," she said.

"You say that now but I bet half of my company on you loving them the minute they are out of the womb," I said confidently. I saw how she was around kids, the love she projected towards them when they were around her. No matter how many times she said how annoying they were, she loved being around them.

"Why only half of STYLES and why only after they are born?"

"Because partnerships are better and because I know you will call them everything under the sun for all the pain, they will give you as they develop inside you," I explained.

"You know what I want inside of me?"

"I'm assuming it's something I can give you but I will have to deny you of the best thing you have ever found because breakfast is done downstairs and I'm really craving a full English breakfast."

"If that was shade at my failed attempt at making it for you for your birthday, I do not appreciate that," she mumbled as she sat up in bed and hugged the quilt to her chest. Her bare back screamed to be kissed and so that was exactly what I did. "See," she sighed in content as I showered her skin in soft kisses. "Buttering up to the other is all in your hands, honey."

"Sue me for loving my lady the way I do," I spoke the words into her back then pulled away and ran my fingers up her spine. I massaged the back of her neck for a bit, clearly aware that she was as tense as a bowstring with all the pent-up anger and stress that these past few weeks put her through. "Wouldn't you me be like this than a distant arsehole?"

"I suppose you're wonderful the way you are," she smiled at me as she leaned back on her left hand and placed her right on my cheek. I smiled at her and pecked her lips, the feel of them warm and slightly chapped. "Now," she pushed me away with her hand on my chest. "I suggest you let me get ready and come up with a plan of what we will be doing today because sitting by the pool or the beach is stressing me out."

"I hate that you can't find it in yourself to simply just relax," I sighed, a bit disappointed that she wanted to do something. We did something every day. Well, everything but relax by the water. "I wish I could shut your mind off from time to time so you and I could both get some time off."

"That certainly makes two of us, Styles."

With that, she disappeared into the ensuite bathroom, the one that we christened the minute we got here, actually. Well, slightly later but still. It now had our names on it and it was weird to think that Renleigh was the first and most likely last woman who would ever get to see that bathroom, nevertheless get fucked inside of it. She was my first in a lot more than she could have imagined or I could have explained.

But that was fine with me.

Perhaps more than fine. It made me realise that my early instincts about her being the one for me for the rest of my life were right. I fell for her after the first night we spent together which said a lot about both of us. I definitely misjudged her before Italy and she was really just someone who wanted to be loved and heard.

I put some clothes on in the midst of all my realisation hitting me then swapped places with her once she finished in there. I brushed my teeth with a constant grin on my lips which made it slightly harder but I managed. I was really happy, like, genuinely happy. It was a bit crazy how one person could make me feel the way Ren did but that crazy was becoming my normal at a rapid pace.

"Okay so here's what we're gonna do today," I announced once we both sat down at the table. Renleigh weirdly enjoyed siting at the head of the table which was pretty amusing. "We're gonna go into town today and I'll show you around—take you to some of my favourite places and pretty much be your tour guide. How's that sound?"

"As long as you're covering the costs and we can have breaks, I'm okay with that," she let me know.

"Wonderful," I nodded.

"You know, I was thinking and I kind of want to get a tattoo," she said randomly and it genuinely surprised me. Her skin was perfect, not even the scars or the stretch marks on it could make me think of it otherwise. So, the fact that she said that, it made my eyes widen slightly.

"Alright, how come?"

"You just have so many and they're so interesting," she replied. "I don't know. It was a decision I made whilst brushing my teeth before. I don't know if I would ever follow through with it."

"Well, I do know of a good friend here who would be down to give you your first ink," I smiled challengingly. I cut my black pudding up then my sausage and took a bite of my breakfast. The taste of it was perfect, everything I have dreamt of since I caught the first sniff of it this morning. 

"What if we get a matching one?" she asked with a smirk.

"You didn't just ask me that," I laughed at her. "You couldn't have sounded more unlike yourself."

"Why?" she pouted. "Wait—I didn't mean like proper matching but like similar, you know?"

"What were you thinking?" I asked her curiously.

"I don't know... like a little star or something? One of ours blacked out, the other empty?"

"I have one of those," I smiled smugly as I raised my arm then moved my white t-shirt so she could see it.

"Ugh. Well, then we could get a triangle or something."

"Isn't your first tattoo meant to be meaningful?" Ren rolled her eyes at me and carried on eating instead of saying anything.

"We can just do the touristy things if you don't think it's a good idea for me to get a tattoo," she mumbled eventually, the silence most likely killed her.

"Hey, no. That's not how I meant it. I didn't want you to feel like I'm dismissing the idea," I told her. "I'm just asking questions because I don't want you to do something you might regret."

"Well, we would do it together, I assume, so I doubt I would regret it."

"Really?" I smiled and my heart warmed at the sound of those words.

"UH, yeah," she chuckled. "You know that everything we do together is special to me and everything you do for me or whatever means a lot. I feel as though my life changed for the better since I made you a part of it—or more so you made yourself a part of it and it may have taken me a while to process, but I got there in the end."

"I could kiss you right now," I mumbled in awe.

"Not with mustard in the corner of your mouth," she scoffed then just as I licked my lips, I caught her smirk. "God—you are still so easy, honey."

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THE ENDING. MEMORIES. THEY WERE JUST RIVALS THEN. 

crazy how far they have come in a little less than a year whew

also i do tend to repeat the things they say in different chapters n scenarios n u should definitely look out for them in the upcoming chapters. it'll hit differently i reckon hehe ok i'm not spoiling anything 

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