Pure

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content and use of profanity.

Chapter 23:

Harry'a POV

Jessica and I spent a perfect week in Paris. We went to art gallery's and met loads of incredible artists. One which wants to fly to London and do a art/photo project with the boys and I.

We drank wine by the Eiffel Tower, at a vineyard, in a pub...well we drank alot of wine.

We spent a day at Disney Land Paris. Which actually involved a lot of autographs and pictures with fans. But Jessica didn't mind.

We had lunch by the Fontaine de Medicis. Visited the Palais Royal and even got chased out for clowning around.

I sang an acoustic set with Jess at a pub full of people that didnt know us. It was a bit refreshing to just play with no screaming or bras being thrown at me. It was an intimate time with my wife. Her voice could calm a sea.

And speaking of intimate, there was plenty of sex. She broke out of her shell sexually a little more each time I laid her down. She was perfect. Smooth skin, warm touch, prefect breast, amazing arse, the way my name sounds coming out of her mouth, and don't get me started on how it feels to become one with her.

But out of all that, my favorite part of the honeymoon was closing my eyes with her in my arms, falling asleep and waking up to her still in my arms. Everyday.

I couldn't ask for a more perfect wife and partner to spend forever with. But fear of losing her constantly shadowed every thought I had.

We hadnt spoke of Tim all week but Jess knew I thought about him all the time. What husband wouldnt? But because of his opposing threat, I made the decision to take her on tour with me.

I broke the news to her when we got back to my flat in London where all her belongings from American had already been moved in thanks to Paul and the boys.

"Harry! Oh my gosh! I can't believe you had all my stuff brought here." She screeched in excitement.

"I didn't want you to have to bother with it, love." I said as I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her into my body.

We stood there in a peaceful silence as I held my girl and felt her heart beat.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we....or uh..what am I going to do when you go on tour?" She asked as if she could read my mind.

I chuckled and she turned around and looked upset.

"Why are you laughing?" She demanded.

I quit laughing and grabbed her hands.

"Love, I actually was just think about that. That's why I was laughing."

"Well what do you think about it?"

"I want you to come with me. Tour with me Jess. Who knows maybe you can be a backup singer." I said giving her a wink.

She laughed and came back into my arms.

"You don't think ill be a buzz kill?" She asked looking up at me.

"How would you be a buzz kill? Everyone loves you! Plus ill be be able to have a quickie before every show." She playfully pushed me back and I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

"Harold let me down!" She screeched as I carried her up the steps and to my bed.

"I'm serious Styles!" She yelled.