Wish Upon A Star [H.S]

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Current drags the water in far enough to tickle the tips of her toes. A much-appreciated cooling sensation against her hot skin is something to revel in. He's stretched out on the towel to her right, beads of water caressing his skin from having taken a dip in the ocean a few moments prior. It's been four days since they've arrived in paradise. Her parents have been all loved-up celebrating twelve marvelous years of marriage. She admires how good they are together. Her mum is truly an amazing woman and her dad is as top-notch as they come. In time, she hopes that one day her and Harry can do what they do with just as much brilliance and finesse.

Only now does she realize how much they've needed this getaway. Come the fall, they'll be starting university together in London. The process of filling out applications and sending them in and awaiting their fate had taken a toll on her, Harry as well. Fortunately, they both had been granted admissions to one of their top universities in a city where they could start fresh.

"You're awfully quiet," he's staring at her with an almost child-like curiosity.

"I'm just thinking," she trails. He quirks an eyebrow at her, then rolls onto his side and props up his elbow to support his head. She mirrors his actions, so they're face to face. His hand runs down her side, before it settles on the curve of her waist. "Do you ever think about the future?" It's a forward question, but one that's been drifting around in her mind for ages.

"I do," he inches closer to her on the towel. He places a chaste kiss to her forehead, then to the tip of her nose. By the way the corners of her mouth are tugging upwards, he knows he should continue. "I see us getting a flat together after graduation, or maybe even during our final year at Uni. By then you'll be an accountant at some fancy firm and I'll be designing buildings higher than anyone's ever seen."

The way he's describing their future with such certainty has her heart swelling beneath her chest. "What else do you see?" They've never really talked about anything as far as schooling goes, until now that is.

"If you must know," he teases and pokes his nose into hers, "once we're well off with our careers, I'm going put a ring on this finger right here." He takes ahold of her left hand and thumbs across the base of her ring finger––she's practically drawing blood from how hard she's chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"Oh yeah?" the words are almost inaudible.

Harry nods his head vigorously. "Yeah. Then once I've knocked you up, we'll move somewhere we can raise the kids. I'm thinking Dulwich, yeah? Can get a dog too, if you'd like. We'll watch him chase after the little buggers once they're home from school."

She can't help but giggle at the thought of their children. Hopefully they have his eyes. "How many kids are we talking here?"

He pretends to think, but he's had the magic number committed to memory for a while now. "Three: Two boys, one girl. I can tell you now, my little angel is going to be a daddy's girl," he muses.

"Well, it seems like you've got things all figured out," a blush falls upon the apples of her cheeks and she's feeling all bubbly inside. He hums in agreement. It's true. These are the thoughts the he has in bed when she's fast asleep right next to him. He knows for sure that achieving such a dream will be difficult, impossible even. Things probably won't turn out as picture-perfect as he'd like, but it doesn't faze him. If he has to map out different ways to get to her, he will.

***

Harry notices how the rays of light are hitting her features in the most splendid of ways as they walk down stone steps that scatter throughout the island. He pulls his camera out to capture the moment. With a subtle 'click', he's got the memory preserved. Y/n rolls her eyes, he's been taking endless pictures of her since arriving. He says he wants to remember this holiday years from now and think fondly back to how ethereal she looked in the Grecian sun. Of course, he's taken numerous shots of other things as well. They had explored the perimeters of the island yesterday. The manager at the hotel suggested they go on the Fira to Oia trail. Magnificent, is what Harry muttered when they reached the edge of the cliff.