Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 45

Once in a life time, Strong and Another world- One Direction

Two years later

"Echo..." Harry calls out my name as he walks in the front door after work.
I peak my head out from the Studio and watch him drop his bags and walk towards me. He smiles and shakes his head at me.
"You have been in there for days, are you going to let me know what you're working on or is it's still a top secret?" He questions as he reaches his arms out to me and I walk into the hallway closing the Studio door behind me. He smirks and rolls his eyes as I wrap my arms around him.
"Hey baby, how was work?" I ask leaving a litter of kisses on his neck, jaw and cheek. He try's to manoeuvre his head so that I kiss his lips but I play with him for a while.
He pouts and I laugh, letting him go, he surprises me by grabbing me from around the waist and pulling me close to him before bringing his lips to mine. I'll never get enough of his kisses. He is such a passionate person and this flows on in his actions, like kissing and hugging, and other things I try to stop myself from thinking about.
I feel like I'm going to explode when he kisses me like this, with such a hunger behind his actions and when we touch it's a build up of chemistry between us. That has grown and not flamed out at all.

Knowing what he's thinking I allow him to gentle lead me into our bedroom. He doesn't speak nor does he have too. We are well adapted to each other. He's always knows what I like and I worked out early in our relationship what his needs were.
I'll never get enough of Harry's sensitive side, which is showing right now in his as he slowly kisses me, drawing out every moment, each time our lips and tongues collide with each other.

He nibbles on my lower lip and I make a sucking noise as I exhale.
He undresses me first and he stops kissing me but does not stop looking at me while he slowly peels his clothes off.
His body is a haven and incredible to me. I know it well and can see his muscles have become more taunt from the gym work he has gotten into lately.
I'll never tire of looking at him and taking in his beauty. His numerous tattoos with various meanings.
He pulls an elastic band from his wrist and hurries to put his hair up in a bun. I smile as I remember when his hair grew long enough to do this and he was quite happy with himself. He notices my shift in moods and looks at me inching a eyebrow questioningly.
"Your bun" I giggle and he begins to tickle me.
He knows I hate it but he uses it as a defence when he has to.
"I'm sorry, please stop love" I've picked the term up since moving to England a year ago and Anne uses it more then Harry, so I've picked up the habit.

His green eyes shine when I call him "love", and it always takes me back to the first time he used it.
He leans in over me and holds his weight up on left arm while his right hand touches my body.
I can't wait any longer and I know he's drawing it out, he gets in these moods were he and I simply can't get enough of each other so he takes in every step and makes me beg for him to speed things up.
"Harry" I moan into his ear, biting gently on his earlobe.
"Fuck Baby, you know I love that, do it again" he asks his voice a raspy drawl.
I bite him again this time a little hard and my fingers pull through his hair at the same time. He rewards me by filling me up with him self. Moving slowly and eyeing me off, watching every reaction on my face and from my body.

The way I stare deeply into his eyes, the way I bite my bottom lip when I feel him thrust inwards and the way my eyes close when the sensation gets too overwhelming for me, him, both of us.
"You're so beautiful" he tells me and does this often when ever he feels the need. I smile at him and try to push my head up for me to kiss his lips.
He pulls his head away, teasing me, smirking, dimples out, and he chuckles. His laugh is intoxicating and I love to hear it as much as I can.
He finally gives in after a few moments and kisses me with full force.
"I love you" he breathes into my mouth.
I don't know what I would do without him? The thought makes me anxious inside and I'm quick to pull myself up and remember we are married, so happily.
We continue until both of us cannot bare it any longer and we climax together.

Harry lays on his back and I wrap myself over him. Leaving little kisses on his chest and neck while his breathing slows down. He looks down at me and kisses my forehead.
"You hungry baby?" He asks holding me tightly.
"I was but I'm not anymore" I smirk and he tells me to get my mind out of the gutter.
We both get up and put on some sweats, I wear a shirt but Harry doesn't, and I still find it hard to concentrate around him when he wears no shirt and pants low on his hips. Wow.

I follow Harry into the kitchen. He begins to take food out the fridge. I take this opportunity to speak to him like I wanted before he sidetracked me.
"Harry do you want to see what's in the studio?" I ask him and can't wipe the smile off of my face. He cautiously looks at me and his smile is uneasy. I need to put him out of his misery.

Harry takes my hand and I lead him to the Studio, stopping at the door.
"Please close your eyes" I ask him and he looks unsure but does it anyway. I open the door and lead him to the canvas I've been painting for a few days now.
"Echo...should I be worried?" He questions me again.
"No baby, it's ok, alright are you ready?" Harry nods his head.
"Open your eyes" I say and I've got butterflies in my stomach as I watch him take in the painting, he looks at it and me then back at it. He smiles but is unsure of himself.
I turn to admire my work. It's a painting of Harry's and my face on either side of an newborn baby kissing the baby's forehead.
"Who's the baby?" His eyes shine and he gives me one of his unsure half smiles.
"Ours" I answer him and I don't get to take in his face because he has me in his arms kissing me and hugging me tightly.
"Oh love, really a baby? You're pregnant? Our baby?" The words tumble out of his mouth rushed and he holds my face in his hands, staring straight into my eyes.
"Yes Harry, our baby, I'm pregnant" I answer and the words seem foreign on my tongue because this is the first time I've uttered them aloud. Suddenly Harry drops to his knees and pull my shirt up to expose my belly, and kiss it repeatedly. I can't wipe the grin off my face or stop the happy tears that are falling.
"I love you baby" Harry speaks to our little miracle and I know I'll love him forever.