Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 7

After not getting much sleep in Paris, Harry and Amy arrive back in London the following morning and head straight to their bedroom. They loll around for much of the day, each taking turns to get up and fetch food before returning under the cozy white duvet. Amy indulges in a cat nap and is soon woken by an eager Harry. It's become her favorite way to wake up. He lays kisses down her spine, gripping her waist from behind, before he wraps his body around hers.

"Mmm," she moans encouragingly at him.

"You look so good in this bed, darling. Thought I'd never see it again," he continues to kiss her shoulder.

"It is my favorite bed," she responds lazily, still half asleep.

"It is?"

"Any bed with you in it is my favorite," she says turning around to face him and catch his smile at her words.

Their soft kisses soon turn to passionate ones, and there's not much to hold them back when they both aren't wearing any clothes. Harry takes his time, bringing Amy to climax with careful movements from his fingers and his mouth. She's on her back and he crawls upwards and watches her blissed out face lightly panting. He lines himself up and begins rubbing her very sensitive clit with his cock.

"Baby. I need you. Now," she urges him on, as she writhes underneath him. She is too sensitive for what he is doing and she tries to lift her hips to meet him but he holds her in place with his hands.

"Marry me," he says abruptly.

"What?" Amy can barely comprehend anything at the moment with all senses overloaded.

"Let's elope. Get married before tour starts. I want you to be my wife."

"Har-ry," she says. The first syllable comes out as a scold and the second one as a moan as he decides then to push into her fully.

"I want to take my wife on tour. I want to wear a wedding band on my finger. I don't want to hide yours anymore."

He says all this as he continues to thrust into her.

"I want everyone to know you're mine. I want to fuck my wife."

His words stop as he increases his speed. Amy can feel him getting close, as she tries to compute what he just said to her. His movements turn sloppier as he nears his peak, before his final thrust which he holds while he releases. He flops down next to Amy after, trying to catch his breath.

"Baby?" she says cautiously.

"Uh huh," he answers, still panting.

"I want my parents there when we get married."

He turns on his side to face her and is met by her worried face. She doesn't want him to doubt her commitment to him. Of course, she wants to marry him but her parents would be crushed if they weren't there. She's trying to make sure everyone is happy.

"I know, love. Mum and Gemma would kill me if they weren't there too. It's just with the new house and tour, I've been thinking a lot about the future and how much I want you to be Mrs. Styles. I want you forever and I want our forever to start right now."

"Baby, I want that too," she leans and kisses his lips chastely. "But I'm not going anywhere. We have time."

He kisses her this time before speaking again.

"Tomorrow I arranged for us to go look at the house."

"Okay," she smiles up at him, trying to take away some of the worry she sees in his face. She's not sure why he looks so worried.