The incessant vibration of your phone ringing pulls you from the near catatonic state you had fallen into while watching some random movie you found on tv. A smile breaks out on your face when you catch sight of the contact name and picture bringing your phone to life. Your heart picks up happily in your chest at the call. You nearly drop the phone in your haste to answer it.
"Hi."
"Hello, m'baby," the voice on the other end is rough; like it's been used all day. There's a fluttering in your stomach at the gruffness and you feel bad for having that swooping excitement when you know he's tired. It's just that it's so attractive.
You smile, "To what do I owe the pleasure, my heart?"
"I was just wonderin' what you were up to?"
Letting out a sigh, you clutch the phone tighter to your ear and sink deeper into the couch. "Technically, you could say I'm watching a movie. But, before you ask, I couldn't tell you at all what I've been watching."
A laugh rings out through the phone and you let out another sigh- this one content as it settles something within you. That sound is like home to you. "Yeah, you tend to do that."
You hum, picking at a loose thread on the blanket that is currently covering your legs, "What are you doing?"
"I'm just in the studio."
"Yeah? When are you gonna be home?"
There's a noise that sounds like it was sucked through his teeth. "About that..." he trails off.
"Harry.." you whine out his name, dramatically, close to something a child would do. "I miss you. And I'm so bored."
"You love me, right?" Harry questions, sounding like he's close to laughing after ignoring your whiny complaints. By this point in your relationship, he's used to how needy you can get and he truly just finds it amusing. Because he knows he doesn't neglect you for very long; normally it's only a few hours a day but you'll miss him regardless.
And he can't complain because he just ends up the same way if you're too busy for a few hours to give him your attention.
The affronted noise that leaves you, at his question, breaks a laugh out of Harry and your offense to the question lessens. "I've been willingly married to you for four years, Harry."
Choosing to get married young came with a lot of concerns, a lot of questions. Especially since one half of the marriage was just starting to make headway with a solo career after coming out of the worlds largest boy band and the other was just a measly author. It raised so many questions: why would you do this so young, are you pregnant, what's the rush, what if you guys don't work out, what if your careers pull you apart. None of those questions bothered you because you just knew, you knew from the moment you'd met that it was meant to happen this way. There was no point in waiting when you both just knew you'd end up married, whether it was at the ages of 23 and 24 or now at the ages of 27 and 28. Your relationship didn't really change once you got married either; you're still that same sickeningly in love couple that does everything together, can't stand being apart, and is always on top of one another. A couple that hardly ever gets sick of the other's presence and just wants to always be around one another.
Your relationship is strong. You never really worried about it. Never worried about it coming to an end. It helps that no one outside of your guys' private circle knows that you're married as well. There's no pressure on your relationship, no outsiders chiming in on how they feel about your relationship and how you're too young to be in such a serious relationship. They will never understand how your relationship has been serious since the moment you'd started dating. That you've been wearing each other's wedding rings since about six months into your relationship, even if you weren't married yet.
