Ok, this is actually the 6th part in the Harry and Teddy series (they arnt married yet), but I forgot to publish it. So here it is!

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I found it difficult to focus on the conversation I was currently having. My eyes repeatedly wandering over to Teddy. She had never really been one for dresses, but the occasion required one, her sister’s wedding. Her black knee length dress wasn’t particularly the conventional wedding ceremony attire, especially as she was bridesmaid, but she pulled it off effortlessly. Long, dark hair was clipped over to one side, letting it fall down over her left shoulder.

I smiled as I watched her grab a pot of bubbles from the table. Twisting the cap off, she dipped the wand into the liquid before drawing it up to her mouth. Her lips pouted as she blew, colourful bubbles fanning out around her. Teddy laughed as the two little girls, in matching pink dresses, jumped up and down attempting to pop as many as they could.

An uncontrollable grin spread over my face as I caught her eye. She scrunched her nose up, continuing to laugh. I watched as she turned in my direction. Teddy pressed a kiss to the inside of her fingers, holding up the hand and the wand to her mouth. I chuckled as her kiss was blown to me, surrounded in bubbles. The two girls clapped, still jumping up and down. I excused myself from my conversation, walking through the colourful floating orbs.

“Hello, handsome.” Teddy greeted.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her cheek. Her eyes were a mix of blue and green, the colours making her loving gaze an astonishing sight. The freckles that sprinkled over the top of her cheeks and nose made her appear younger, matching her playful side. Teddy’s small frame was the perfect height, her body easily fitting into mine as I tugged her in for a cuddle. Her giggled muffling into my shoulder.

“Beautiful.” I whispered into her ear.

I reluctantly released her. My gaze diverted down to where one of the little girls lightly caught hold of my trousers. Her small hand held up another pot of bubbles to me.

“You try.” She offered.

I smiled, taking it from her grip.

“Thank you.”

I twisted the cap off, before bringing the wand up to my mouth. I noticed Teddy’s eyes had fallen to my lips as she watched me blow, the small stream of bubbles floating through the air. I attempted again, but only a few orbs were created. The little girls laughed, Teddy joining in.

“Must be a faulty pot.”

Teddy’s head shook at my lame excuse as she crouched down to the girls’ level.

“Boys aren’t very good at bubbles.” She said quietly.

“Hey! I heard that.”

They giggled as I handed the pot back. I caught hold of Teddy’s hand, pulling her in closer to me.

“Do you mind if I steal Ted for a bit?”

They shook their heads, smiling as they continued to blow bubbles. I tugged her over to where other people were dancing.

“May I have this dance?” I joking spoke whilst bowing my head.

I heard her laugh as her small hand grabbed mine.

“Let’s bust some moves, Styles.”

Teddy yanked me to somewhere in the middle of the dance floor, my body bumping into hers as she abruptly stopped. She grinned up at me as I raised her hand above her head. The black dress she was wearing fanning out as she twirled round. Teddy’s hand released mine as I proceeded to amaze her with “pat the dog and screw the light bulb”. She laughed before nodding her head in approval.

I heard a few people chuckle round us, watching as we tried to out-dance each other. Teddy pinched her nose, raising her other hand which followed her movements down as she pretended to sink into water.

“Not bad.” I playfully commented.

I tugged her back up, our chests pressing together as I held her close. Coincidently, the music changed to a slower beat, matching our now intimate mood. My hands slid round, resting on her lower back as Teddy placed her arms round my neck. Her head rested on my chest as we slowly moved to the track.

“You look beautiful.” I whispered into the top of her head.

She peered up, smiling.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

A grin spread on my face, remembering she had told me I looked like a cute James Bond in my suit. Her right arm was removed from my neck as she teasingly adjusted mybowtie. I chuckled at her actions before her arm travelled back to her previous place. Teddy’s fingers softly played with the curls at the nape of my neck and I found myself humming with her touch.

“Please can you clear the dance floor for the newlyweds!” A voice instructed down the microphone.

Everyone dispersed round to the edges of the floor as Chloe and Craig walked out holding hands. Teddy stood in front of me, my arms wrapping round her waist as I rested my head on her shoulder. “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran started to play as they held each other, swaying back and forth. I quietly sang along, Teddy’s hand moving to rest over mine.

“I’m so happy for them, she looks beautiful.” Teddy whispered.

I heard her sniff lightly, before spinning her round in my hold. My thumb reached up to brush away the tears the escaped her eyes. Teddy smiled at me, leaning up and pressing a lingering kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

We watched on until the song finished, everyone clapped. Chloe’s face beamed at us as she hurried over. She pulled me in for a hug as I kissed her on the cheek. Her blonde hair was pinned up, a traditional white dress trailing along behind her. It always amazed me how Teddy and Chloe looked nothing alike despite being so close as sisters.

“You look lovely.” I spoke.

“Thanks, Haz.”

The two girls hugged each other, Chloe gripping Teddy’s hand.

“You mind if I take Ted away for a bit?”

I shook my head, smiling.

“Hang on.” Teddy spoke.

Her hand gripped my upper arm, bending down slightly to remove the heels she wore. She had complained about having to wear the shoes, but Chloe insisted they completed her bridesmaid outfit. I couldn’t care less what she wore. Teddy always looked effortlessly beautiful to me.

She pecked my cheek, handing over her shoes before she was towed away. I sat down at one of the many tables, watching as Ted and her sister danced together. Jumping slightly I peered up to see one of the more elderly women smiling down at me. Her hand was on my shoulder before she moved it to pinch my cheek. I winced away at the bold gesture.

“What’s a handsome young man like you doing on your own?”

“Well, actually I…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence as I was pulled to my feet. Her strength surprised me for such a small lady. Her eyes scanned up and down my body, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Oh, you’re very tall, aren’t you?” She purred.

I didn’t reply out of shock. Her hand on my chest as she stared up at me.

“Dance with me.”

I felt sure that she had had one too many G&Ts. Her hand tightly wrapping round my wrist. By that time more people were now moving to the music. I scanned for Teddy who was still with her sister. I wasn’t really sure how to get away. My minding swirling, desperately trying to conjure up an excuse.

“You can come closer, promise I won’t bite.” She joked, but her tone made me question her statement.

Her arms encircled my waist, head resting on my chest. My eyes widened as her hand fell lower on my back before it rested on my bum. I flinched as she tightly squeezed it,laughing to herself. My surprise was masked by a subtle cough. I turned to hear someone giggling, knowing instantly that it was Teddy.

“Help me!” I mouthed to her.

She walked round to greet the woman still clinging to me.

“Hello Maggie.” Ted smiled. “How are y… Oh my gosh! Is that Andrew Garfield?”

Teddy dramatically pointed over to the other side of the dance floor. The lady released her vice like grip on me, turning to try and catch a glimpse of the movie star. Someone I knew Teddy was very fond of, she had practically dragged me to the cinema to see “The Amazing Spiderman”.

“Where?” Maggie questioned.

But it was too late. Teddy grabbed my hand, tugging me away into the corner of the massive room. We exited out into the early evening, the sun just beginning to set. I released a sigh of relief. Teddy gripped my upper arm, still bare foot as she supported herself laughing.

“It’s not funny.” I pouted.

“I leave you alone for two minutes and you already have ladies falling at your feet.” She grinned up at me. “Looks like I have some competition.”

“Don’t worry, she’s not really my type.”

Her fingers squeezed my bicep.

“Oh, and what is your type, Mr Styles?”

She stood looking up at me, her joking smile slowly fading as I stared into her ocean-blue eyes. My fingers played with the tips of hers. I smiled at how small her hands were in comparison to mine. Her eyes fluttered shut when I leant down, my lips going to her ear.

“You.” I whispered.

I placed a kiss to the skin just below her ear before withdrawing. It surprised me when she grabbed hold of the lapels of my blazer, pulling me down to forcefully press her lips to mine. I laughed into her mouth.

***

We sat on one of the many benches in the vast garden outside the wedding venue. Teddy was sideways on my lap, her arms round my neck as we watched the sun slowly set. My nose grazed her jaw line, her head turning to me. Our lips met, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of my neck. I rested my hand on her bare thigh as we pulled apart. Teddy stared at me as my touch gradually moved higher under her dress.

“Haz.” She whispered.

“Hmmm.”

I heard her giggle as she batted my hand away.

“Cheeky.” She laughed.

I realised why she had denied my touch when someone walked down to us, saying the newlyweds were leaving. I huffed, not really wanting to stop. But I got up anyway, my arms cradling Teddy to my body as her legs happily swung. We still needed to find her shoes. She curiously peered at me. Fingers softly brushing my cheek as I continued to walk us across the grass. I couldn’t help but smile through my annoyance at our interruption, kissing the pad of her thumb as it ran over my bottom lip. Teddy’s arm wrapped round my neck, her face playfully nuzzling into the crook.

“Later.” She whispered in my ear.

A teasing growl emitted from the back of my throat, my fingertips pressing into her thighs as I squeezed her.

“Harry.” She squealed.

***

 Teddy’s POV

It was late when we arrived home to our flat. Chloe and Craig had departed from the reception, catching a flight from Gatwick. The location of their honeymoon had been kept a secret from my sister, Craig having planned the trip.

Harry and I stumbled into our bedroom. Our hands all over each other as we furiously kissed. I broke away, laughing as my body flopped down to the bed. My dress fanned out as I watched Harry undo his bowtie, kicking off his shoes and socks. I wiggled away, rolling onto my stomach as he tried to reach for me. Amusement glittered in his eyes.

“Uh,uh. I want to watch you.” I smiled, batting his hands away.

“Watch me do what?” Harry questioned, slightly confused.

I giggled, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Strip for me.”

My fingers clicked play on the ipod dock; a heavy base pulsed round the bedroom. He grinned at me. I laid on the bed, Harry’s blazer slipping from his shoulders to the floor. His bowtie had already been released, the two ends hanging round his neck. He removed it, throwing the tie over to me. I laughed, playfully fanning myself as I continued to watch the beautiful guy in front of me reveal his smooth, tanned skin. He grinned unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I couldn’t help but laugh as he wiggled his hips in a way I assumed he thought was sexy. The clothing slid down to his elbows. Harry took his plump bottom lip in between his teeth before the material dropped to the floor.

“Do it.” I giggled. “Pleeease.” I pouted.

He chuckled at my plea.

“For you.” He winked.

I dramatically swooned as Harry flicked his shoulder to the beat. I always teased him about the particular dance move but in all seriousness it was one of the sexiest, most seductive things I’d ever seen. His eyes never left my face as he continued to thrust his shoulder.

I rolled onto my back, giggling. My head tilted back to see Harry move closer to the end of the bed. His body motionless as he nodded down to his belt with a smirk on his face. I was now on my front again, fingers reaching out to fumble with the buckle. It was pulled open before I popped the button and tugged the zip down.

I intently watched a large hand travel up. Long fingers combed through the dark curls laid on his head. His suit trousers were left open as he smirked down at me. He stepped back slightly, the music still pumping through the air. My eyes widened in awe as Harry’s body rolled to the beat. The movement causing my lips to part. “Bloody hell.” I mumbled.

“How long have you been practicing that?” I joked.

“I’ve been saving it for you.” He winked.

The dark lust in his eyes made the next move even more of a surprise. I couldn’t stop the laugh escaping my lips as Harry proceeded to amaze me with “the sprinkler”. His belt buckle clinked as he jutted his straightened arm round his body.

His trousers were round his ankles, clumsily stumbling over them. I wriggled off the bed and walked over to him. Harry’s bottom lip was once again taken in between his teeth as our proximity decreased. I loved how he could go from childish, adorable Harry to the sexiest guy to ever grace the Earth, in a matter of seconds.  

“Well, it wasn’t quite Magic Mike.” I teased as Harry’s lips pouted. “But I much preferred your performance.”

I hooked my index and middle finger into the elastic on his hip, the only clothing he was left wearing. I then proceeded to walk backwards towards the mattress, pulling Harry in tow. A seductive smirk graced his plump lips as we reached our double bed. But we stayed stood at the end.

“Take me.” I whispered.

His grin made me smile. Lips attacking my neck as he playfully growled.

“Harry.” I laughed.

“I can’t help it, you smell so good.” He chuckled against my skin.

When he raised his head, the teasing in his eyes had been replaced by something darker. His warm body purposefully brushed mine as he moved round to my back, nudging me away from the bed. I could no longer see him, but his overwhelming presence could be felt.  A shiver ran through my entirety as rough fingertips grazed the nape of my neck. The zip to the back of my dress slowly released, my dwindling composure being taken with it.

“Do you want me?” Harry’s hot breath hit my skin.

My words seemed to be constricted in my throat. Even after the time Harry and I had been together, his seductive side still rendered my speechless.

“Hmm.” He encouraged softly.

The kisses he left along the back of my shoulders were barely noticeable. But my sensitive skin picked up every tiny peck.

“Y-Yes.” I stuttered.

I heard him chuckle.

“Where? Where do you want me to take you?”

My lips parted as trembling breath fell from my mouth.

“Anywhere. Harry, I don’t care.” I desperately pleaded.

The straps of my dress were eased down from my shoulders. The beautiful clothing pooling at my feet. I whimpered as his lips moved round to my ear, my eyes closing in response, just wanting to absorb his raspy voice.

“Teddy.” He whispered. “I’m going to have you on the floor.”

My body involuntarily fell back into Harry’s with his bold words. Strong arms held me to him as kisses were left in the crook of my neck. His nose brushed my jaw, our intimate proximity not allowing our skin to lose contact as he moved round to my front. My eyes intently watched his actions, a large hand reaching up to my head. Fingers fumbled to remove the clips that held my hair in place. They were chucked onto the dresser.

“So beautiful.” Harry mumbled as he brought my hair over both my shoulders. “You looked beautiful in your dress today.”

The length cascaded down my front, concealing my breasts that were still covered by my strapless  bra.

“Thank you.” I smiled. “You looked rather handsome in your bowtie.”

His long fingers entwined with mine, tugging me into him. Lips made contact with my cheek before he held one hand above my head, twirling me round to the now soft music, like he did at the wedding. Harry’s playful side making a welcomed appearance. I scrunched my nose up, laughing. Big, green eyes sparkled at me before Harry coaxed me in. A strong arm wrapped round my waist, my back firmly pressed to his front as we swayed. Harry’s head rested on my bare shoulder.

“I’m going to make love to you.” He whispered.

My eyes fluttered closed, lips pressed to my neck before he removed his presence. I was left wanting, needing him. He stood a short distance in front of me across the room. When I moved to walk towards him he lightly shook his head. Curls flopping over his eyes, smiling as he pushed them back. “Stay there” he mouthed, grinning. I did as I was told… and we just stared at each other.

My eyes began at his feet. He wiggled his toes, making me giggle. I’d teased him before at the size of his feet but he definitely needed them with his towering height. Harry’s long legs followed, lightly covered in dark hair. His thighs weren’t overly muscular, but perfect for his frame. I had seen Harry in boxers many times before, but now that we were intimately studying each other, I couldn’t stop the blush from rising on my cheeks. Harry had noticed, his deep chuckle echoing round the room. I shook my head laughing as he slowly thrusted his pelvis.

“Harry.” I playfully scolded.

The laughing died down as my focus trailed up his stomach. I adored the lightly toned muscles, wanting nothing more than to run my fingers over them. The v-shape on his hips dipped and disappeared into the black material hugging his lower half. I bit my lip, glancing up to his face momentarily before dropping my gaze down to the increasingly prominent bulge. His obvious excitement growing as he explored the soft curves of my underwear-clad body with his pretty green eyes.

Harry’s strong chest and broad shoulders completed his beautiful body. Toned arms hung by his sides and I found myself craving to be wrapped protectively in them. His large hands were another one of his many features I loved. Harry definitely knew how to use them, his touch instantly making me weak at the knees. But more than anything I loved to entwine my fingers with his. Just holding Harry’s hand. He made me feel loved, desired, safe.

When I finally reached his beautiful face, I tried to unsuccessfully refrain from smiling. Harry’s eyes sparkled, locking with mine. Dimples were deeply indented into his cheeks as he grinned at me. His heart-fluttering smile made feel like a giggling teenager again. I wanted to pounce on him and dot random kisses all over his face. Touch him everywhere. But I refrained from doing so. Long, dark eyelashes framed his stunning orbs. The colour of his lashes matching that of his curly hair. I found Harry’s ringlets unbelievably cute. The image of him first thing in the morning sprung to the front of my mind. His curls would be stuck up in all directions, looking adorable as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

I couldn’t wait any longer and apparently neither could he. We met in the middle of the room. Harry yelped as I pounced on him, laughing as we tumbled to the carpet. My hair curtained round us as I leant over him, his eyes screwed up before I began to kiss at his face. Lips quickly moving to his neck and down his strong chest.

“Hey, hey.” He complained, tugging me up by my wrists. “I’m the one supposed to be ravishing you, not the other way round.” Harry explained whilst rolling us over.

I playfully huffed, before fully absorbing his words.

“Ravishing?” I questioned.

He gave me a small nod, looking adorable as pink rose on his cheeks.

“I quite like the sound of that.” I shyly whispered, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

His lips pressed to mine in a heavy kiss, my eyelashes fluttering with the warm sensation. Goose bumps were created as Harry’s hands roamed over my body, caressing and squeezing. The soft music combining perfectly with his touch. My fingers ran trails up and down the toned muscles in his back, nails lightly scratching against the tanned skin. But my actions soon ceased as the music changed. My hands gently took hold of Harry’s face making him pull back. My eyebrows creased in a frown as the smooth voice of Marvin Gaye filtered through the speakers. I could feel Harry’s lips quirk up as he placed small kisses to my mouth.

“You have not got this on your Ipod.” I laughed.

“What, it’s a good song.” He retaliated.

“What, it’s a good song.” He retaliated.

Harry grinned down at me as the music continued to play. Mouths connecting as his hands began their exploration again.

“I've been really tryin', baby

Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long

And if you feel like I feel, baby

Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon.”

When Harry’s raspy voice quietly sung the next couple of words I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Let's get it on.” His lips brushed against mine. “Ah, baby, let's get it on.” I knew he was trying not to crack but his mouth ends were gradually curling up.

“I can’t.” I giggled. “I can’t listen to this, not while we…” My voice trailing off.

Harry’s deep chuckle echoed round the room before he leant up to the dock, switching the song. It was equally slow and seductive but without the cliché lyrics. We soon settled down to our intimate embrace. Harry leaving wet kisses along my chest and down my stomach. I gasped when his fingers nudged my underwear to the side.

“Harry.” I breathily whispered.

I intently watched Harry’s mouth part as he stared at me. My soft whimpers made his orbs widen, long fingers stroking the sensitive area between my legs.

“Shit.” He mumbled, his breath shaky.

I knew he could feel how wet I was, how ready I was for him. My thighs attempted to clamp shut when his index circled my clit, but I couldn’t, Harry’s body preventing me from doing so.

“I want you.” My voice whimpered.

He quickly looped his fingers into the band of my underwear, smoothing tugging them down my legs. I helped him remove his boxers. Small giggles escaping my mouth at his desperation. The clothing soon joined the rest scattered on our floor round us. My knees were parted a little wider, Harry repositioning himself closer. He rested his forehead on my own, our noses touching as we gasped for much needed oxygen. I arms urgently clung round him neck, holding him close, his tip repeatedly brushing against my entrance.

My fingers dug into the nape of his neck as Harry gently entered me. Kisses were sprinkled all over my face, allowing me time to adjust to his size. We stayed motionless for a short while, just feeling each other. My mind was slowly blocking off reality, the only thing that mattered was Harry. He overwhelmed me, his touch, his kisses, the soft sounds leaving his parted lips.

All I could do was feel as he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, the sensation rendering me speechless. Harry’s warm mouth traced over my shoulder, soft curls tickling at my skin. He started to pick up the pace, sharp thrusts making me gasp. His torso rose away from me slightly, shifting his weight from his forearms to the large span of his hands either side of my head. I quickly came to realise it was for him to pick up speed and depth.  Harry’s head hung down, curls flopping over his face as he stared at me through hooded eyes.

I sucked in sharply through my teeth, the friction from the carpet beginning to chafe my backside. 

“Harry.”

His eyes fluttered open to stare down at me, ceasing the movement of his hips as he took in my wincing facial expression. His panting caused his chest to rapidly move.

“W-What’s wrong?” He stuttered.

“I know this is supposed to be sexy and romantic.” I started.

He frowned slightly, focus inquisitively remained on me.

“Mmm.” Harry hummed, still buried deep inside me.

My face flushed slightly, it was hardly the most seductive thing to say whilst making love.

“My bum is getting carpet burn.” I quietly mumbled.

Harry let out a deep laugh, his dimples popping in his cheeks as he grinned at me. A lingering kiss was left on my forehead.

“I love you.” He breathily spoke into my skin.

Relief flooded through me, happy he could see the humour in the situation.

“Should we move to the bed?” I asked.

“No, no, we can make this work.” He pondered over it for a second, before gripping my hips. “You go on top.”

Harry flipped us over, now above him as I straddled his waist. As I leaned over him to kiss his lips, large hands fumbled with the clasp to my bra. Once off my bare breasts pressed to his chest as we began to move again.

My smile was captured with Harry’s. It wasn’t quite how I had imagined the night panning out when he promised to take me on the floor. I had pictured less talking and more love making. But I didn’t really care because it was with Harry. I loved that he could make me laugh even in the most heated of situations.

My movements were slow; Harry gasping as I swivelled my hips on top of him. Sweat was glistening on his brow, ringlets sticking to the perspiration. I gently pushed them back as my face came down to his. Harry’s strained laugh emitting as I kissed his nose before rubbing it against mine. My long hair fanned out, concealing our sweet kisses.

Harry’s head rolled slightly to the side, our lips losing contact. I lightly whimpered in complaint, my hands gripping his broad shoulders as he moved his arm up to the end of the bed. I didn’t understand what he was doing until the duvet was yanked down from the mattress. A giggle escaped my lips as a number of pillows came tumbling down on top of us.

Harry’s large hands gripped my hips, taking control once again. I quickly kissed him on the cheek before he carefully rolled us over once again. Curls flopped down round his face, sparkling green eyes staring at me.

“Better?” His raspy voice asked as he hovered over me.

I nodded, Harry receiving my wide smile. The softness of the duvet was much more favourable than the surprisingly harsh fibres of the carpet against my skin.

“Good.” He chuckled.

I kept my focus on Harry’s beautiful face as his hand fell down between us. I revelled in his gentle actions as he slowly penetrated me. Our fingers were soon entwined, Harry bringing our interlocked hands above my head as he sank his body down onto me. Our hips flush together. My lips parted, eyes hooded as his movements went to depths I had only ever reached with Harry. The slow, lengthy thrusts left me gasping, needing him. The only sound, that of our heavy breathing and Harry’s husky voice whispering heart-flutteringly sweet things into my ear.

Plump lips brushed down my neck, nipping at the heated skin. I broke one of my hands free to tangle into his curls, my fingers fisting the soft ringlets at the back of his head. His approval voiced in a throaty groan.

“Teddy.” His raspy voice strained.

I knew he was close, desperately trying to wait for me. One of his large hands caught hold of my thigh, swiftly bringing it up to wrap round his waist. He held it there for a few seconds before moving his much needed touch just above where we were connected. Our hips continued to meet as Harry drew small circles into my most sensitive spot. His loving gaze concentrated solely on my face as he witnessed me in my most vulnerable state. I wanted to throw my head back and squeeze my eyes closed but I refrained. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the beautiful man above me. When we’d first met I thought he was the cutest guy I had ever seen. I smiled at the memory of him rescuing my jar of Nutella from the top shelf in that supermarket. We’d come so far. My body had barely made the desired peak before Harry tightly fisted the duvet to the left of my head. His weight was brought down onto his one forearm as we inhaled each other’s desperate breath. The warmth of his release tingled through before he collapsed, exhausted on top of me.

***

Harry had picked me up and carried me over to the bed as I giggled. The duvet had been tugged up from the floor and draped over our tired bodies. We laid on our sides, closely facing each other. He lazily smiled as I brushed some damp curls from his forehead. My other hand was brought up to his mouth, swollen lips repeatedly connecting to the back. I leant forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of his right eye. His chuckle made me smile.

 “I can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle to me.” Harry whispered.

My body warmed with his words, heart pounding. I’d thought about marriage before, but I never knew he had. I didn’t want to be one of those girlfriends just waiting on her man to propose. And besides, I wasn’t. My life with Harry was perfect as it was. We already lived together, loved each other unconditionally. I wouldn’t change any part of it. But the thought of being married to Harry caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach, a silly grin across my face.

“I love you so much.” I told him.

I giggled as he shuffled forward, Harry’s warm bare skin coming into contact. His nose rubbed against mine, curls tickling at my face. His beautiful naked body hovered over me.

“Mrs Styles.” He whispered playfully into my neck.

His fingers tickled at my sides as I laughed, wriggling beneath him. My tousling only made Harry chuckle more.

“I was thinking of keeping my last name.” I joked.

Mock horror spread across his face.

“We’ll discuss this later.” The teasing in his voice breaking through. “ But until then, I’d quite like to hear you moaning my name again.”

“Harry.” I scolded, lightly hitting him on the arm.

“Yeah like that, but with me inside you.”

Dimples popped either side of Harry’s smile as he cheekily grinned at me. He laughed, tugging the duvet up and over our heads before “ravishing” me all over again.