Anna || HS

CHAPTER 62

**** A/N: Here is part 1!! I was writing and it got to 9,000 words before I decided I just had to split it up.

Hopefully part 2 will be up later tonight or early tomorrow. Thank you for all the reads, votes and comments!

~April 2016~

Anna- 21
Harry- 22

~April 3rd, 2016~

Anna POV:

Our flight landed in the afternoon, with a six hour time difference, really screwing up my body. Let's be honest, the fact that I had not slept properly for a few days prior to the wedding, means that I am currently running on some strange love-sick sleep deprivation cocktail that doesn't quite wipe you out, as long as you are with your person.

Harry is my person. He is my husband. And now the entire world knows the news, so getting to our villa close to Salerno Pontecagnano, Italy, where the plane landed, is Harry's top priority.

Jeff called Harry an hour before we landed, telling us that Paul would be meeting us at the jet, along with a local security agent. Poor Paul. He gets all the jobs when we plan to barely wear clothes for the entire trip, and fuck like rabbits. Maybe that is why Jeff called him again. At least he knows what he is getting himself into after Guana.

When Paul opens the back door to the black SUV waiting on the tarmac for us, I run up and wrap my arms around him in a huge hug.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Styles," he says, raising his sunglasses to look at me with a wide, happy grin. "Congratulations to you both," he adds, releasing me from the hug, and going to shake Harry's hand before helping Harry place our luggage in the back of the SUV. Paul and Marco hurry us into the back seat of the car, before taking their places in front.

On the flight here, Harry had explained to me that Jeff was thrilled that he chose Italy because they have very strict privacy rules for their paparazzi. However, I am distracted from my thoughts about our privacy as the landscape of our journey starts to come into my view.

This part of Italy is simply breathtaking. There are no words to adequately describe it. I stare out the window, in amazement, for a long while until I feel a hand reach out for mine across the cool leather of the backseat.

"What are you thinking about, Mrs. Styles?" he asks me.

"Fourteen-year old me is thinking that there is no way I could have ever imagined us ending up like this." I tell him, really having thought about this quite a bit over the last few days.

Our lives are currently residing somewhere I could have never imagined. Literally. If anyone had told me that Harry would be a multi-millionaire, and I would end up marrying him, I would have brought you to have your head checked at some facility.

"I understand the feeling. I hope that you are happy with how it all turned out, even if you couldn't have imagined it," he says, scooting over next to me in the backseat, squeezing my thigh with his large palm. He actually seems a bit nervous.

"Of course I am happy, Harry. It's just...." I trail off and pause for a moment.

"What, darling?" he asks.

"It's just that it all feels like I'm living someone else's life. Like I might wake up tomorrow, and realize that all of this didn't happen."

"Well, my love, let me enlighten you. We, Harry Edward Styles and Anna Faith Campbell, were married yesterday, in front of all of our friends and family," he says, leaning in to seductively kiss me. "There are pictures to prove it, if you need me to pull them up?" he adds, only partially joking. I laugh and look down at our interlaced hands, my blue ring glistening.