Smut warning

June 22nd, 2024.

9:35 AM.

My eyes leave the screen of my laptop and dart towards my office door as it opens. I expect it to be Addalyn but I'm surprised when I observe the familiar curly-haired man wearing his striking black suit with a navy blue button down.

Damn.

"It's really not nice for you to show up unannounced... thought I told my assistant not to allow my business rival into my building," I grin over at him as he strolls closer to my desk.

"Ha, good luck stopping me," Harry snickers, moving around to my side of the desk and leaning down to kiss my cheek, "did you manage to get those two portfolios from the meeting this morning?"

I nod, "yeah, they were assholes about it. Apparently, because I'm a woman they enjoy making it challenging."

"I'm sorry, love," he kisses my cheek again, "need me to step in? Show them how not to be assholes?"

I shake my head. As much as I appreciate his offer of having my back and putting pig-headed businessmen in their spot, I prefer to work through the dilemmas on my own.

I don't run to Harry unless I am too far in over my head. I refuse to permit pig-headed individuals who think they're superior to tread all over me.

Taking control of Meyer Enterprise has been a challenge, and for many reasons. Harry and I both have authority in the business but he essentially handed me most the reins when we agreed that it was best for him to focus on Styles & Co and for me to leisurely help build up Logan's business that is in our possession.

What I have found to be challenging is balancing work, being a mum, and a wife.

I used to gripe at Harry for never knowing how to draw a line and now I understand how troublesome it was and still is for him. Since Alex was born, Harry has contrived to draw an austere line between business and family. For every weekend he works he makes sure to take one off. He still pulls late nights and overnighters on occasions but not as frequently as he did before we had Alex.

Harry has matured a lot more since we became a family and he has acknowledged that his business doesn't just affect him, it also affects me and our son.

Taking over Logan's company and having the privilege to operate most the reins has made me realise just how hard Harry has worked over the years. And I haven't even seen the half of what goes on in the business. I'm lucky, I have Harry to help me and to be my resting shoulder to lean on—Harry had nobody to lean on— all he had was himself.

I give him a lot more credit now than I ever did before. Throughout this process of taking over a company, he has continuously made sure to help me and to never leave me hanging in the business world.

There was a night he discovered me asleep in the living room while surrounded by documents that required sorting, a simple task that Harry had done countless times at ungodly hours. He didn't bother to wake me, instead, he draped a blanket over me and allowed me to sleep while he finished sorting the documents in the order they needed to be in. Despite what people think about having a successful CEO as my husband and somewhat competitor, it has its perks. I have always complained about filing documents on my own and not having a filing clerk, but as Harry says, "you can't always trust other people with documents, love. You have to suck it up and do it yourself to secure the safety of your clients and you. Now chop-chop, your files won't file themselves."

Harry and I have taken turns with the business world, managing to obtain a happy medium that works well with the two of us and balancing both companies.

"I can do it. Where's our son?" I question, noticing how our little boy isn't bouncing in his father's arms and gleaming at me with delight.

Harry shrugs, "eh, left him with the man downstairs selling breakfast muffins in the lobby." ... "I'm kidding," he immediately adds, taking note of my sparse expression of concern. "He's with Niall in the hallway, are you ready to leave?"

"Why is Niall here? He should be at the bloody church, Harry." ... "Your job was to make sure he gets to the church with his suit and tie," I shake my head disapprovingly at Harry. "And you were meant to shave."

I knew it was a bad idea to keep Harry in charge of Niall this morning, Alex and in charge of getting himself ready.

Harry hums with a small smirk painted on his lips, "Mhm, so should you, you're meant to be at the church. I didn't get time to shave, I have had a sullen son since you left the house, a nervous groom and I have a wife who needs to get her bridesmaid dress on."

"Harry," I murmur sternly, glaring up at him as he continues to offer me his dainty smile and his enrapturing, loam-grey eyes.

Harry shrugs, "Niall was having a bit of a freakout and I'm handling it."

My brows knit in a frown, worried by the fact my Husband says he has things under control yet the groom of today's wedding is currently occupying a two-year-old. "By having our two-year-old keep him company?"

"Elle, I have it under control."

"I can see that," I sarcastically roll my eyes.

"No need for sarcasm, love," Harry grins before leaning down and kissing my cheek, "I have your dress, heels and jewellery in the car and-" Harry begins but it cut off when the two of us hear the cries of Alex.

I sigh and Harry glances down at me, "and he has been pissy all morning. Dunno what's wrong with him, he doesn't have a fever, he ate his breakfast and has had milk, he isn't due for a nap..."

"I can tell," I sigh.

"My only guess is he doesn't feel well, but he looks completely fine," Harry informs me as I close my laptop and stand to my feet.

"He's probably tired."

"He has been like this since I got him up this morning," Harry replies with a sigh and I wander to the hallway.

I peek my head out of my office and I see Niall. He is attired in a black suit with a white button-up, a navy blue tie and a white rose in his pocket with a navy blue pocket square behind it. "I didn't do a thing, he just started crying." Niall notices me and instantly begins to express his innocence in Alex's crying fit.

"Way to go Niall, ye' made my kid cry, you had one bloody job." Harry snickers from behind me as I move forward and take Alex into my arms.

"It is okay, he's just a bit grumpy sometimes, just like his father," I comment, "and ignore him," I flick my head towards Harry, "Harry had one job and failed, hence why you're in my building and not at the damn church, care to explain, Horan?"

Niall provides me with a sheepish glance before he gazes down at his newly polished Italian leather shoes. He doesn't say anything and I give him a moment to compose his thoughts while I bounce Alex in my arms to calm him down, swaying with him from side to side while I keep my eyes locked on Niall.

If he has cold feet, he needs to tell someone now and not wait until we are at the church.

"Shh, I know sweetheart, mummy missed you too," I whisper to Alex while I rub his back with my hand before my attention turns back to Niall. "Horan, we don't have all day, what's going on? Do you have cold feet?"

"I need a drink," he hoarsely comments, his hypnotic, meltwater-blue eyes glancing up at me with this sort of melancholy laced within them.

I glance towards Harry, "you heard the man, get him a drink," I command.

For a moment, Harry stares at me bug-eyed before he burrows into his pocket and draws out a flask.

"You've had this the whole bloody time?" Niall grumbles, stretching his hand out towards Harry.

Slack-mouthed, I glance at Harry and he just gives me a slow and sexy smile. "It is ten in the morning and you have a flask?" I challenge, cocking my head insignificantly to the side while I stroke Alexanders back soothingly, Alex's head resting on my shoulder.

Harry lifts his shoulders into a shrug, "sorry, mate, not a fan of wedding speeches, knew I would need a good drink."

"Christ," I mutter, "alright, that's enough for you," I take the flask out of Niall's hand as he downs a decent amount. I hand the flask back to Harry and notice him take a drink in the corner of my eyes, "Oi, I need you sober until the reception."

"I am still sober after one sip," Harry rolls his eyes, "we need to get going to the church, we've wasted enough time, Niall."

"Niall, if you have cold feet, you need to tell us."

"Harry had cold feet and didn't tell anyone," Niall points out and I snap my head over to Harry.

I never knew he had cold feet.

"Why don't ye' throw me under the fucking bus, Horan." Harry groans, "I didn't have cold feet... I was worried she wouldn't walk down the aisle to me, completely different." Harry defends himself.

"Language," I scold, "Niall, what is it you're worried about?"

"... She can do better than me," Niall whispers as if other people are listening to us, "I was engaged back in 2015. I was twenty-two, engaged to my high school sweetheart, we were together since we were fifteen, and I thought she was me forever... she... she left me at the altar... six years, down the drain... Elise, what if Anastasia does the same? I can't be left at the church again." ... "What if all this was fo' nothin' again. I can't... I- just- can't. I'm not him," Niall gestures frantically towards Harry, "I can't just ignore my nerves. She's not going to marry me, Elise. She-just-isn't." Niall blurts out without managing to take a breath.

I never knew Niall was engaged before Anastasia, as far as I knew he was just busy with work and had no time to find a woman until Anastasia.

Oh, how I was wrong.

"First, I need you to breathe, take deep breaths, if you're not breathing it won't help.... Relax Niall, ye' making me want to take a shot of that drink," I smile at Niall and he manages to let out a chuckle. "There we go, there's the Niall I know. Listen, she loves you, Niall. She wouldn't leave you at the altar, she is getting ready as we speak, she is probably onto her makeup at this point and she is probably grinning ear to ear that she gets to meet you at the end of the aisle soon."

Niall shrugs, not having much confidence in himself or in my words "Hey, I wouldn't lie to you, neither would my idiot Husband over there," I flick my head towards Harry and Niall snickers.

"Oi, I can hear ye', be nice," Harry murmurs.

I roll my eyes and gaze back towards Niall, "I am sure he has told you all the speeches possible about how Anastasia loves you. This is your happily ever after, Niall, believe in it."

"She won't bail on me?"

I shake my head, "not a chance, Horan. Not-a-chance," I shake my head, "Now, we need to get going, I have a bride to tend to and I better see you waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Let's go."

"She isn't much on speeches, she is more of the one to stick her foot up ye' ass," Niall looks towards Harry, referring to me and my lack of sugar coating my speeches.

Harry shrugs, "why do ye' think I brought you here? let's go before her foot is up my ass," Harry nudges Niall's arm towards the elevators.

"Sometimes the two of you need a good kick in the ass," I mutter, shuffling the two men in front of me and escorting them to the elevators.

*** ***

1:05PM.

I grin at Harry as we meet at the entrance of the cathedral, "well, hello there, darling," Harry beams, his enchanting, clay-grey eyes glistening with the lighting.

"Hi, you look handsome," I nod with a wide smile, still in love with the man in front of me after all these years.

"You look beautiful, shall we?" He offers me his arm.

"Mr.Styles, please, I am a married woman," I playfully joke with Harry while I caress my hand to his arm and the doors open. The guests of Niall and Anastasia stare at us while the soft orchestra continues to play.

"Still remember when it was me up there, nervously waiting," Harry subtly gestures to Niall who is tapping his foot nervously as he waits for his bride who should be coming into view by the time Harry and I reach the end of the aisle.

"Me too," I whisper, holding his arm a little tighter as I feel my heel hit the same damn spot in the flooring where I fell last night at the rehearsal.

Harry chuckles to himself, "and you say you're not clumsy," he cheekily whispers.

"Shh," I hum, continuing to walk with him by my side.

We reach the end of the aisle and his lips caress to my cheek before we part ways and stand on opposite sides, standing for the bride and groom.

I still remember my wedding day like it was yesterday, I was never nervous, I knew my happily ever after was waiting at the end of the aisle and that is all I needed for reassurance. I didn't need a shot of whiskey or any sort of pep talk.

I just knew.

I glance over at Harry and I catch his gaze for a brief moment, he gives me a subtle wink before all our attention turns to the bride, Anastasia.

*** ***

6:15PM

I benevolently press my hand to Harry's arm, his gaze dropping to me. I offer him a warm smile before I lean up and kiss his cheek, "can you come with me?" I softly question, batting my eyes and pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Of course," he nods just as the bartender places a glass on the bar and Harry wraps his fingers around it.

I lace my fingers with his free hand before we subtly leave the reception holding area.

My heels sound against the marble tiles of the lobby and I drag Harry down a hallway before we reach a door, "What are we doing? Where's Alex?"

I clasp my hand to the door handle as I gaze up at Harry with a grin, "he's with Anastasia's mother so we have fifteen minutes."

He peers at me with a raised brow and I shift down on the handle and push the door to the coat room open, drawing him in behind me before I close the door. "Still don't know what we are doing?" Harry comments.

"I'm ovulating, well, at least I should be," I inform him, "and you look so damn fit in this wedding attire," I whisper against his ear, noticing the hairs on the back of his neck stick up. "Was wondering if we could...." I trail off and bite my lip.

"Right now?" He questions before downing the rest of his drink and placing the glass down.

"Mhm, you going to kiss me or not?"

He doesn't need to answer verbally, instead, he places his hands on my hips and pulls me into him, not wasting any time to kiss me, fulfilling part of my needs and desires.

I am startled by his intimate kiss but I welcome him with an open-mouth kiss.

The embrace is a long, liquid kiss that rushes love through my veins. It is like a long, gradual ride of delight that I never want to end with each taste his tongue permits.

I glide my hands along the waistband of his black suit pants, intriguing him as I tamper with him.

I draw my lips from him and I caress my mouth to the softness of his jawline before I reach the slender column of his neck. I move my agile fingers up his shirt, feeling the soft material under my fingertips before my fingers tangle themselves in his tie; I unravel it and leave it to settle to the floor. I undo a few buttons and my tender persuasion of kisses trail across his collarbone and to his chest.

I kiss his bare skin— suckling his fevered skin lightly— while my fingers tangle themselves in his curls

I remove my tender kisses away from the delicacy of his skin and I glance up at him, offering him a saucy grin as he invites my touch.

His hands clasp in the small of my back to press me against his arousal and he groans softly while I wrap my arms around his neck.

While delighted by my kiss the tips of his fingers brush against my dress, "can I?" he whispers against my lips, lightly bringing the material between his fingertips.

I hum into our kiss and he continues to play with the material of my dress in a teasing manner, sending sweet shivers down my spine.

In the midst of sloppy kissing and audacious hands striving to seize every inch he concedes, his own hands work their way to gathering the length of my gown, delicately gliding his warm hand steadily up the side of my leg.

He's causing my head to eagerly spin.

He leisurely inches his agile fingers to fondle the lace line, cautiously dipping his fingers under them.

Oh, how I have been longing for his touch.

The bold caress of his tongue becomes further filled with passion, his fingers mildly teasing me by the gradual incline he takes.

Enthralling me with his touch, my eyes gleam into his and he gives me a roguish smile.

He tactfully slides the lace down and permits them to fall at my ankles.

Harry wastes no time with gliding his finger over me, already feeling the heat and eagerness. "Fuck, you're already wet." He mutters against my lips while shifting his finger inside me and circling inside me at ease. I moan into his addicting kiss that is overpowering while his fingers coax me in every way imaginable.

His fingers slide upwards, relentlessly moving, dipping, swirling and circling around, adding pressure and attempting to obtain the one spot.

My body focuses on the sensation he's dominantly advancing while his fingers twist in a winding motion.

Delighted with my eager anticipation, he slips in another finger causing my toes to curl into my heeled stilettos.

My eyes narrow to half mast, my head tilting back as I let out modest moans while he continues to grin. "Shhh," he snickers, hushing me with a brief kiss.

He is beginning to take my breath away.

Fuck, how I have been waiting for this.

I tilt my head back, my mouth allowing a moan to escape my lips as I am enthralled with the circular touch and rhythm he's presenting me with. "Fuck," I huff, "Keep going," I command, feeling the aching desire through my body, the sensations radiating through every nerve possible.

"Very demanding," Harry cockily grins.

His fingers twist in a circular motion and flick lightly, his thumb brushing against my nub.

My legs begin to quiver as I welcome the pressure thrusting inside me with every long and slow motion that closes me tighter around him. "Harry," the sound of me calling his name causes him to grin widely.

He knows what he is doing to me, he knows I am crumbling in every way possible. "Mmm, I'm close," my eyes narrow to half mast, and my head tilts back.

"Oh, I know."

"Please," I breathe out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Sshh. Hold it."

"Ha–"

"Hold it," Harry instructs, "it'll be worth it."

I can feel the sensations and tingles beginning in my legs and radiating through me. "I can't– I'm–" before I can finish my sentence and tell him that I'm about to finish, he hits the right place I've been demanding to be hit, causing me to moan harsher than before.

He grins contemptuously and caresses his lips to mine as he slides his fingers out of me, leaving me with damp and quivering thighs. "Told you." He mumbles cockily against my lips.

The bold caress of his tongue takes over and he hoists me up.

My legs wrap around his torso while he gingerly pushes me against the door.

He readjusts my dress and bundles it up in his hand before his package, plumb and swollen, bumps against me.

He is tampering with my sanity by teasing me with his tip.

His beguiling, turquoise-green eyes glance down at me, waiting for my initial approval and I nod my head, my hands feeling his handsome, hypnotic, and powerful torso.

He drags his mouth from mine, tenderly kissing the slender column of my neck, and moulding our bodies intimately against each other.

He moves my leg to half straddle him before he is at my entrance, sliding in gradually.

A fierce flare of yearning escalates between us as my body absorbs the intimate feel of him. Blood hums in both of our veins' with every deep repetitive thrust that takes place.

My fingers tug at his silky curls, his own hand holds me against him.

He circles his hard length inside me, probing in a slow repetitive rhythm. My body tightens around him as he thrusts and I raise my body to press into his. My mouth holds back vocal groans with every delightful motion.

A tangy taste and male scent evolve while my nails dig ever so lightly into his back.

I arch my back to better accept him, "Harry." I utter his name through a groan, "deeper," I mumble with a yearning need and want.

He takes my commands and I tense around him as he goes deeper, getting me closer and closer to my barrier of resistance.

We work together in a perfect motion and he holds back his own vocal groans while a passionate tide overtakes the onslaught of raw physical desire.

"Elle," he breathes out in a whisper, my name falling from his lips only enthrals me further. "I'm close."

"Keep going," I instruct, losing the two of us in a rough onslaught of kisses, his strength pushing me against the door. "Oh, Harry." ... "don't stop."

Harry caresses his hand against my back and draws me further into him to better accept him.

The climax comes at me in waves and I can't help the keening tone that reverberates as I throw back my head and he thrusts once more before I take his fill. "Oh, Elle," he breathes out.

"Damn, Harry," I breathe out, our burning sweaty bodies staying clasped together, our breaths exhaling as we both attempt to catch our breath from the dizzy onslaught of passions aftermath.

He takes a step away from me and he adjusts himself as he tugs his pants up while I pull up my underwear. He bites his lip before offering me a cheeky grin, "ye' gawking, Styles."

"You're beautiful."

"You don't need to woo me, we already made love," I chuckle, adjusting my dress.

Harry rolls his eyes and steps closer to me, "not tryin' to woo you, darling. Jus' being honest," Harry informs me before kissing me sweetly, "I love you," he murmurs against my lips.

"I love you," I whisper, pulling away from our kiss.

Harry smiles down at me and shifts a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "think we should get back to that wedding."

"I guess, I am sure we are missed," I chuckle, kissing him one last time before pressing my hand against the doorknob and forcing the door open.

My eyes lock with Anastasia and she raises a brow as Harry steps out behind me.

Oh, fuck.

"Wardrobe malfunction with her dress," Harry clears his throat covering for the two of us.

Anastasia isn't convinced from her raised brows, "Mhm," Anastasia hums, "we are about to do speeches if you intend to make that speech... without a wardrobe malfunction."

"Will do," Harry snickers, taking my hand and dragging me back towards the ballroom where the reception is being held.

9:00 PM.

The band has dwindled and isn't performing as blatantly due to the lack of people desiring to dance, most of us are partied out with the dancing, we have been at this since five.

I sit at the bridal party table with Alex curled up on me, finally quiet and blissfully sleeping, "Harry, you know what I would like?"

"I am scared to ask... is this PG-rated?" Harry questions as he places his jacket over Alexander who sleeps on my chest.

I roll my eyes at him and benevolently swat him before he rests down beside me. "Of course it is ye' moron. Always got your head in the gutter."

"You're the one that jumped me in the coat closet, darling," Harry grins with that slow and sexy smile of his that is hard to resist, especially right now.

"Shut it, Styles, you wanted it just as much as me."

Harry shrugs, "can't deny tha' one, love. So, what is it you want, hm?"

"I really want some limes, can you go to the bar and ask for a few?" I challenge and Harry gazes at me.

"Are you kidding?"

I shake my head, alerting him to the fact I am not kidding. "No. I'd go myself but I have a child asleep on me that I do not want to wake up."

"You worry me sometimes."

"You were expecting a dirty comment, weren't yeh?"

A smile dangles on the corner of his lips, "was kinda hoping on it," he nods, "oh, how it has been a while since you have had me fetch you limes."

I nod, "mhm, so can I get some?"

"Waiter," Harry holds his hand up obnoxiously and my eyes grow wide.

I shake my head and sigh, "Christ, was that necessary?" I subtly scold him and he just smiles adoringly at me.

The waiter shuffles over to us and offers us a lovely smile despite being tired of everyone."Yes, sir?"

"Do you have any limes?"

"Limes, sir?"

Harry nods, "yes, limes. I'd like some lime wedges for the lady."

The waiter's forehead puckers and he looks at Harry a bit confused. "Just lime wedges, Sir?"

"And a beer oh and whiskey, single barrel, neat" Harry orders politely and the waiter scurries off, more than likely assuming that Harry has gone mad.

How many people decide to order lemon or lime wedges at a wedding?

"I guess I am driving home, huh?" I question, taking note of the fact Harry has already had a few beers. And although he is entirely normal and not showing any sort of signs of being intoxicated, I think he is reaching the cutoff point

Harry nods, "yeah, you are, here ye' go," he digs his hand into his pants pocket before placing the keys on the table, "I should be fine by the time we leave, but just in case you're in charge of the keys."

I don't blame him, it has been a while since he has had more than just one social beer and since he has the weekend off, he has the perfect opportunity to drink or even get wasted if he desires.

"How many drinks do I need to get in you before you dance with me?" I question, gesturing towards the dance floor that is a bit lonely at the moment. Everyone is taking a small drinking break.

Harry scoffs and rolls his eyes at me playfully as his beer and whiskey is placed on the table and so are my lime wedges, "thank you," Harry politely smiles at the waiter before Harry gazes at me, "a lot, my darling, a lot," Harry informs me, his fingers wrapping around his glass and the whiskey touching his lips.

***

12AM

Harry glances over his shoulder to make sure I am behind him as he carries Alex in his arms while making his way towards the staircase, "I'll put him down and be right back down."

I nod and smile before I make my way towards the living room where I fall on the couch.

I gaze down at my phone and notice a notification on the lock screen, a notification that I see once a month in the period of a five-day span. It's telling me my most fertile window is coming to an end.

My heart sinks when I see that I have neglected my biological clock with my mind being stuck on this wedding and work.

Damnit.

We've been trying for a baby for just over a year now and it hasn't happened. I can't deny the fact it hasn't been extremely frustrating through the year considering Alex happened promptly. We quite literally conceived him on our honeymoon the moment we began to try.

Harry said let's have a baby and the next thing I know, I'm pregnant and Harry is in a car accident fighting for his life.

While trying, we've only had two 'scares' as they call them—but I wouldn't call them scares— I'd call them blessings.

The first scare happened when Harry was on a business trip and I handled the discouraged moment on my own. The second scare followed after nine months of trying and he was with me when taking the tests. After the initial breakdown down and me crying into him for quite some time, he came to the conclusion that we needed to stop putting pressure on ourselves, more so me not putting pressure on myself.

So that is what we did, instead of sticking to a schedule, we have taken things slow and gone on our own schedule while keeping my biological schedule in mind.

It's the best way to keep me sane, despite the fact I am convinced we just aren't meant to have more children. But that's just the emotional side of me talking.

I ventured to embed my energy and sorrow of not having a baby towards getting a puppy. It was a long drawn out process of convincing Harry to warm up to the idea of a puppy before I just decided to get one. I thought it would defer my sadness, I thought it would dwindle that harbouring melancholy inside me, but it didn't. It has only made me realise that filling the void with a puppy makes me want what I can't have even more.

"Why do you look so blue suddenly?" Harry's voice distracts me from my phone and I glance up to observe his enchanting, clay-grey eyes staring down at me, his tie now just hanging around his neck loosely.

I don't respond, instead, I show him my phone and he nods, knowing exactly what the red app means, he has seen it countless times. He hands me back my phone before he bends down and presses his knees to the floor before his hands are at my heels and sliding them off for me. He places my heeled shoes to the side before standing to his feet and offering me his hand. I glance up at him for a brief moment, unsure of what is running through his mind before I take his hand.

He benevolently pulls me to my feet before he draws me to the hallway, "what are we doing?" I challenge softly.

"Shh," he hums, his eyes staring down at his phone for a brief moment before the familiar melody softly begins to play as he places his phone back in his pocket. "May I have this dance?" Harry curiously requests, drawing a smile to fall from my lips.

Harry pulls me close and while we slow dance in the middle of the foyer of our house, he hums along to the lyrics of our wedding song playing, 'I can't help falling in love with you."

Our feet dance along the marble flooring and for the first time in a long time we are in perfect sync, he isn't glancing down at his feet, worried about stepping on my feet, instead, he is gazing directly at me. His enrapturing, loam-grey eyes are as clear as a summer brook, they're a-glow with love as he flashes me an amiable smile.

His arm curls tighter around me and sends sweet butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach. It amazes me that still to this day he can make my heart skip a beat and my world feel as though it is complete. I don't need him to tell me he loves me because I can always feel it within his touch- his touch is always graced with a soul touching charm that I can never shake off. It is calming, loving, winsome and everything I could ever need.

We ease about the foyer with a balletic grace; the sound of Harry humming the lyrics ricochets off the walls and permeates my soul with purity and love.

Our wedding song ends, but we don't, we keep dancing around together as the next song plays, he extends his arm out and spins me around, allowing my dress to twirl around me before he pulls me back to him, "I'm so in love with you. It just keeps getting better. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Forever and ever. Every little thing that you do; baby, I'm amazed by you," Harry's voice harmonizes gently against my lips. He is clear and melodious and cascades into the open spaces of the house, bouncing off furniture and walls before falling onto the smiling lips of my soul.

He grins before he spins me around again and brings me back to him. Harry dips me delicately, his eyes burn into my own as he has a firm hold on me before drawing me back up to him and crashing his lips to mine. "I'm going to love you no matter what, Elle, remember that, okay?" Harry whispers as he pulls away, his hands now dropping to hold both my hands with his. "No matter what happens in this world, my dear, I will love you to eternity."

"Promise?" I softly ask, my voice breaking in the back of my throat.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if he will love me even if we can't have more children. I wonder if he will love me through whatever ups and downs the world has yet to throw at us or if he will love me when we are grey and old and senile.

"I promise, I will love you through it all. I promised you everything in my vows."

"Do you remember them?" I curiously question.

He snickers to himself and nods, "I promise to spend the rest of my life with you, and only you. I choose to spend every day with you, through the ups and downs, and to be faithful and encouraging. I choose you as my best friend, my love, and my wife for as long as we live. I promise to cherish you through everything, to be your anchor when you need it, to be the shoulder you cry on, and the one to hold you up when you're down. On days when you can only give twenty percent effort, I will give the other eighty. You have shown me what it is like to be in love, and I promise to devote my love to you. I promise to make you feel loved and to remind you every day how beautiful you are to me. I take you to be my wife, to have and to hold, in tears and in laughter, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish from this day forward, I do." Harry repeats his vows to me, word for word in the same loving voice he did on our wedding day. "How could I ever forget my promises to you?"

"Harry Styles, I think I am in love with you."

"After all these years you better be," he smirks before stealing another kiss.

(There is part two and three to come. Stay Tuned!) XX