After 4

Chapter 1

"Can I ask you something?" she asks.

"Since when do you ask?" I touch the tip of her nose with my index finger.

"True," she smiles. "I hate that you didn't try harder."

"I did but-" I begin to explain. She holds up a finger to silence me.

"I hate that you didn't try harder, but it's unfair of me to even say that because we both know that I pulled away from you. I kept pushing and pushing, expecting too much from you, and I was so angry over the book and all of the attention that I didn't want, and I let that rule my mind. I felt as if I couldn't forgive you because of other people's opinions, but now I'm angry with myself that I would even listen to that. I don't care what people say about us, or me. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for listening to voices that didn't belong in my head."

I stand, in front of the sink, with Tessa still sitting in front of me, and I'm silent. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting such a turn around or an apology. I came to this wedding hoping for so much as a smile from her.

"I don't know what to say,"

"That you forgive me?" She nervously whispers.

"I forgive you, of course." I laugh at her. Is she insane? Of course I forgive her. "Do you forgive me? For everything? Or close to everything?"

"Yes." She nods, reaching for my
hand.

"Now I really don't know what to say,"
I run my hand over my hair.

"Maybe that you still want to marry me?" Her eyes are wide and mine feel as if they are going to pop straight from their sockets.

"What?"

"You heard me," she flushes.

"Marry you? You hated me like ten minutes ago?" She's truly going to be the death of me.

"Actually, we were having sex in this counter ten minutes ago." She points out.

"You actually mean that? You want to marry me? I can't believe that she's saying this. There's no way in hell she's saying this.

"Have you been drinking?" I ask her, trying to recall if I could taste any liquor on her tongue.

"No, I had one glass of champagne
over an hour ago. I'm not drunk, I'm just tired of fighting this. We're inevitable remember?" She mocks
me, using a terrible English accent.

I kiss her mouth, silencing her.

"We are the least romantic couple that's ever been, you know that
right?" I ask her, my tongue swiping over her soft lips.

"Romance is overrated, realism is in," she quotes a line from my latest
novel.

I love her. Fuck I love this woman so fucking much.

"Marry me? Really, you will?"

"Not today or anything, but I will think about it." She climbs down from the counter, adjusting her dress.

"You'll change your mind, I know you will." I adjust me clothing, trying to understand everything that's happening in this bathroom. Tessa is somewhat agreeing to marry me. Holy fucking shit.

"I may, but I may not." She shrugs, smiling at me.

"Vegas, let's go to Vegas right now." I dig into my pocket and pull my keys from my pocket.

"No way, I'm not getting married in Vegas. You're crazy."

"We're both crazy, who gives a shit?"

No way, Harry."

"Why not?" I plead, taking her face between my palms.

"Vegas is a fifteen hour drive," she
says.

"Something closer then, so you won't change your mind?" I try to wager.

She glances at me, then at her own reflection in the mirror. "I need to think about this. I only decided two minutes ago." I can see the details rummaging through her mind, she's over thinking. Granted this is a marriage so it's understandable.

"Don't you think a fifteen hour drive is long enough to think about it?" I
joke, pulling the chairs away from the door.

"Yeah, I guess so." She shocks me by saying.

..

Tessa's POV.

I can tell by look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to agree so quickly. To be completely honest I'm a little surprised myself. His wide eyes and shocked expression soon transforms into this warming smile racing to hug me. He silences my laugh by pressing his eager, soft lips into mine.

When we hear the door open someone walks in that neither of us recognize. She looks surprised and Harry takes my hand before even trying to explain himself.

..

The car ride is long and silent but not in the slightest bit, awkward. He has a giant smile on his somewhat glowing face as he reaches across to hold my hand. It's been about five hours and I'm afraid that the excitement is going to die down, considering we have ten hours to go still.

"So, where do you want to go afterwards?" Harry asks. I hadn't even thought about where to go after the "wedding" are we going to have a honeymoon? Are we going to tell our friends? Is it a good idea getting married the same day as Liam?

"I hadn't thought about that." I shrug. "We'll do you want to have a honeymoon?" He seems to read my thoughts more so then I'd consider normal.

"Umm, I mean I guess so? What are we going to tell people? How is Liam going to feel about us getting married on the same day as him?"

"Relax." He can tell I'm starting to think of everything that I was too blinded to worry about before. "By the time we get there, it will technically be the day after Liam's wedding. And as far as telling people I say we wait until after the honeymoon to face reality."

That does sound kind of perfect, no having to worry on what people will say until after we get back. "But people will notice that we're gone, their going to be calling us constantly asking where we are."

"Don't worry, we can just tell them that we reconnected and wanted some time alone together before involving everyone else into our business."

"Okay." I agree. "So where do you want to go on our honeymoon?" He asks with that smirk that I love.

I can't help but smile and I can tell I'm flushing, I can feel my face turning red, "I don't know, do you want to go somewhere simple? Or somewhere a little more extravagant?" I don't know where he is willing to go. I'm fine going anywhere as long as we're alone, whether it's out of the city or out of the country."

"I was thinking, maybe somewhere in Europe maybe?" he says as more of a question than a statement.

Harry's POV.

I can tell she's shocked at my offer. "I mean we don't have too, I just thought it'd be nice tongi to like Paris or something."

"Paris?" She can't believe the words coming out of my mouth and neither can I honestly.

"I'll let you think about it." I say hoping she'll except my proposal to spend a few weeks in France.

Holy shit, me and Tessa are seven hours away from getting married. Tessa's going to be my fucking wife. I still can't believe that she wanted to marry me after hardly seeing me for the past two years. I guess we really are inevitable, and now it's going to be official, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with the perfect girl. I don't understand why I feel like such a sappy romantic right now, but ever since she agreed to go to Vegas I can't help but feel... I don't know.. Giddy? I don't know but whatever it is I have a feeling Tessa loves it, in which case I love it too.