Bewitching Harry ~ H.S. (Complete)

Epilogue.

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Epilogue

Ring.

"Well hello," Harry whispered into his phone trying to keep a secret. The boys in the plane were snoring and he didn't want to wake them. "Mrs. Styles," knowing his Missus was on the other end made him smile. "Mrs. Styles," Plus, the way it sounded, rolled off his tongue, tasted sweet and, tickled his ears. "Mrs. Styles, how are you today?"

"It's good evening from here, Mr. Styles." She yawned. "Why, Mr. Styles, how nice of you to ask. I am coping. Five men have come and knocked on my door since Mr. Styles left. The men tell me they'll save me from my rotten marriage."

"Why, Mrs. Styles! Make me the sixth. I'll marry you again, if that helps."

"Actually, my next wedding is set. I'm inviting you to my wedding tonight. Can you make it?"

"Of course, Mrs. Styles, of course. Good night."

"Good night."

"Sweet dreams."

"Just get to fucking sleep already."

Boo

A huge crowd cheers and goes crazy. Girls of all ages are screaming, shouting and weeping. When I thought of twinkling lights on my wedding night, I didn't exactly think millions of fans waving their phones.

"This is how you want our wedding to be, Harry? For real?"

"Why not, hun? I've so many lovely people I want to share our special day with."

"So you're inviting all your fans? That's like minimum 26 million twitter followers."

"But they're just lovely, lovely people. They're extremely loyal and sweet."

"Why don't you marry them, then?"

"You know I'm not polygamous, darling." He squeezes my bum, I squeal. I reached for his bum and squeeze it as well, which made him... Moan? I might have had the potty mouth, but Harry was still the dirty one. Dirty Harry. I love it.

"You seriously want to marry in a stadium? How are we going to feed them, with two fish and five loaves of bread?"

"It can be a potluck." He shrugs.

"Harry! A potluck wedding? Seriously! And this isn't exactly the happiest event in most of their lives."

"If they see how happy I am, they'll be happy as well." Harry gently smiles and the roaring crowd quiets down. The crowd behind him vanishes. Now we're all alone in the stadium. "They'll see how much I just adore you," he takes my hands and pulls me in closer, into an embrace and his voice a soft, lovely, whisper. "They'll see how I just want to marry you and consummate our marriage again and again till the beds and our knees break."

"My love, my wonderful, wonderful Mr. Styles. You talk about our wedding like we aren't married already."

"If weddings celebrate marriages, I want to marry you everyday."

"Weddings celebrate the start of marriage, love. Making love celebrates the marriage itself and we can celebrate more than once a day." I grin wickedly and in a snap, we're transported and falling from the sky and we land, plopping on a huge, fluffy, white bed under our tree.