Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 25

After they both sign all the necessary paperwork, Harry leads Amy back up the stairs into a waiting SUV with the heat on. He grabs her jacket and places it around her, rubbing her arms to get some feeling back into them.

"I understand why you didn't wear a jacket because this dress is incredible but, baby, I'd like you to have some feelings in your limbs for our wedding night," he teases her.

"I couldn't even feel it until now. I was too focused on you," she says in return.

His smile takes over his face as he leans forward and kisses her. They're interrupted by a knock on the door and it's opened immediately before they can say anything.

"Knock, knock! Hope you're decent because I'm coming in!" Niall greets them as he climbs into the vehicle.

"Nialler, there's like three other vehicles!" Harry complains.

"Oh, I thought it was sort of a take whichever one you can fit in situation," he says shrugging.

"It is, just not the one that the bride and groom are in," he says pushing on his shoulder to encourage him to leave.

"Okay, okay! I'm going. You've changed, man. I liked you better before you got married," and then he ducks just in time to miss Harry's hand about to smack him, making Niall laugh. "Congratulations you two!" he sing songs as he gets out.

The SUV's pull out one by one from the driveway and head back down the snowy road to the airport.

"Did you like it? Did I do okay? If you hated, it we can get married again," he rambles worriedly.

"Baby, it was perfect! Better than I could have planned myself. All of it. The flowers, the location, the decor. I loved it!"

"You're not just saying that?" he asks still anxious.

Instead of answering with words, she grabs his chin and kisses him hard on the mouth, hoping that will convince him. He hums happily into the kiss and she thinks she wants to hear that sound again and again. For the rest of her life.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

"Our wedding reception, obviously," he says with a cheeky grin, making her roll her eyes at him with a smile.

They all load into two planes now for the return trip to Vancouver and then it's back in a fleet of black SUVs to head to the venue. Harry's kept his body connected with Amy's in some way every since they first saw each other at the dock. Whether it's been a hand on her back as she loaded onto the plane, his arm around her as they walked to the waiting vehicles, or now, his hand on her thigh rubbing slow circles. It would feel uncomfortable not to touch her; the pull he feels towards her is like being shoved forward by an offensive football line except he is happy about the push. Glad to have his speed increased.

And Amy feels it too. For her it's like how salmon find the ocean from their fresh water birth place. They have no memory of ever being there before but they somehow innately know that that is where they are meant to be. They rely on instincts and millions of years of genetic imprinting. And Amy fought her instincts for so long when it came to Harry, pushing away the overwhelming feeling of wanting to be near him. But the minute she stopped doing that and started following her heart, everything has felt so much smoother.