Hey guys! After this chapter, I'm gonna take a short break from updating as my mental health isn't great atm! I'll still be online, just not writing. Thanks for understanding :)

You throw the last of your belongings into a suitcase. Honeymooning with Harry. You feel fuzzy inside.

The remainder of the wedding went well until everyone was slightly too drunk and got ill. Regardless, you loved it and have been in a state of feeling all warm and happy since.

Harry comes in. "Hiya, wifey." He smiles.

"Oh, hi, hubby."

He pauses. "Let's not be that couple. Let's leave that to Tony and Paige."

You smile. "All packed?"

"Yep." He nods.

"A week away from gloomy England. Aren't you excited? I can't wait to relax on the beach!"

"We always relax on the beach, love." He says.

"Yeah, but it'll be nice to do so on a new beach!" You smile and hug him, resting your head in his chest. He rubs your back.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't wanna make things... sad, but... how are you feeling, since..."

"I've honestly... I've honestly barely thought about it. I sort of pushed it aside to be happy for this."

"Yeah, that's understandable." He says. "Look, I'm just saying, if you wanna continue having sex without protection, and see what happens, I'd be down. I presume I'll be seeing you naked a lot this week."

You laugh softly. "You will. But I think I'm gonna need time after this to process everything."

He nods. "That's fine. Let's just enjoy this week, okay?"

You nod. "Let's go to bed. We need to be up early if we want to catch the pane."

The next evening, you're in the warm air of a hotel balcony in a Cliché Holiday Destination. Harry's inside, looking through the hotel room. You take a sip of wine.

"They have a minibar, Y/N!"

"How nice." You say. "What's the bed like?"

"Very comfy. Cant wait to get you in it."

"Why are you horny all the time?" You smile, heading back inside, closing the curtains. He puts his hands around your waist and pulls you onto the bed, cuddling you.

"I'm not. I'm just a guy who likes what he sees and happens to be vocal about it."

"You're vocal about literally nothing. This is you passion?" You tease him.

"If you're insinuating my passion is you, darling, then yes."

You laugh, kissing him, vowing to enjoy your week as much as possible.

And what a week. The weather was beautiful, you caught a lovely tan. Harry got a bit sunburned on his shoulders, but you got some aloe vera, and he was fine. The beach was beautiful, soft sands, the sea warm enough to swim in when compared to your beach at home. The locals were very friendly and the local food tasty.

And Harry. Your lover made the experience even better. Spending time with him just filled you with this joy; and of course, the sex was excellent.

By the time the week is over, the two of you are exhausted, and happy, and you spend the trip home sleeping with your head rested on his shoulder.