Abditory [H.S]

74

Another cute chapter sigh

Luella Jones

I think we both might have actually gone insane.

Because for the past hour, we've just been constantly giggling and laughing to stupid, ridiculous things.

"No no, you just listen to this." I point at him. "Haaaaaaarrrrryyyyyy. Who names their kid that? Haaaaarrrrrryyyy." I repeat, laughing so hard my stomach shakes.

"Loeella? I mean, come on, nerd. It sounds way more complicated." He defends himself, holding our interlocked hands together.

We've been basically laying down, our heads next to each other, touching ever so slightly. Our hands lay between us, interlocked like Harry did them a few minutes ago.

"Lu-ee-lla." I repeat after him, smile big as the ocean. "Who invented my name?"

"Where did names even come from?" He questions, too.

"Like, they just put together a bunch of letters and called it a name? I wanna name my son salt? 'No that's irrational' but who gives a fuck? It's a name right." I raise my eyebrows with eyes full of curiousity, staring at the black sky above the city.

"Salt Styles. How cute." Harry agrees from beside me, making me snort out a laugh.

"A-and- and his nickname would be-" I can't get the word out for how hard I'm wheezing. "Salty." We both explode in laughter, heads shaking as our mouths hang open, the sound of our cackles filling in the air around us.

"And his sister would be named Pepper. So, they're both Salt and Pepper." My forehead creases as my face screws up in laughter.

"Hi, I'm Salt, and this is Pepper." Harry lets out a loud laugh, his body turning towards me, burying his head into my neck. His breath tickles my skin there, resulting in me laughing even louder. He doesn't realize that, though, he laughs harder with me, making the both of us laugh at different reasons. I almost can't breathe; I'm holding my stomach and my legs are slightly bent.

"Pep for short." My eyes squeeze shut and I'm having to tighten my hold on Harry's hand to try and breathe. My head is thrown back against the blanket and I'm wheezing so hard I think a headache is starting to form against my forehead for creasing it so much.

Harry had announced us husband and wife over ten minutes ago, stating that as his girlfriend, I am now forced to marry him.

"Why do people date if they're not gonna plan out their entire wedding throughout the relationship? Seems absurd to me." He strokes my cheek, his thumb circling the soft skin.

"Does this mean we're getting married?" I giggle childishly, my hands inside his hoodie's front pocket to warm them up.

"Of course we are. We're already husband and wife, we just need to schedule a wedding." Harry rolls his eyes at my strange question, acting like I should have known that.

"You still need my aproval though. I want a fancy propsal beside the Eiffel Tower." I frown.

"You already said yes to my romantic proposal earlier." He jokes.

"No, I want a million dollar ring."

Harry smiles and almost chuckles at me, kissing my forehead. "You deserve even more than that, beautiful."

"Okay then," I nod, smiling. "I want a two million dollar ring."

"Anything for you." He smiles, kissing me.

"How much is your monthly payment anyway?" I ask after pulling back.

"Depends on the profit." He shrugs his shoulders, thinking about it for a second. "Sometimes it's four million, other times it's one. The most I got was seven."