Mrs.Styles?! { Harry Styles }

Chapter 6✔️

"Jessica are you okay?" Harry asks bringing me back to reality and pulling me out of the intense visions peering my mind. Sigh.

My psychical body is here in Europe however mentally I feel like I'm somewhere familiar and all I can think about is that mesmerizing kiss that I had just remembered. The vision of my lips against his, intoxicated my mind and consumed every thought in my head. The feeling was undefinable giving me a feeling of radiating warmth in the pit of my stomach, like having hot cocoa on a frosty, winter day. I cannot stop thinking about the sparks that had danced on my mouth they were more than just fireworks on the Fourth of July. Fairy tales are becoming accurate to me, I always assumed that people lied when they said you could feel sparks kissing the person you love, but that memory was most definitely real and I know the source. It had to be Harry who I lip locked with I mean who else could it be? Now all I wanted to do was to kiss him just to re-live the moment.

Unfortunately the internal debate I had with myself had reminded me that it would be weird since I don't really know him anymore.

So instead I just let it be and replied to him.

"Yeah by the way have we ever been to Italy?!" Since I'm pretty sure that's the location where my flashback has taken place and Harry is the only person who could really provide insight on it. I have always wanted to go to Italy. From the pictures I've seen Rome and Venice are the best cities a tourist would visit. For all I know I could have already tried the fresh pizza and pasta there without even being aware of it.

"Oh yeah, that's our favorite vacation spot and we have been there multiple times. Although, the last time we went was a few years ago, the day of our wedding. It's been your dream and honestly, it was a great place for a marital ceremony. I could show you pictures if you would like maybe it'd bring back some memories?"

He sounded so blissful about it. That's what I had remembered then, a day well spent with Harry.  I don't remember being at a wedding venue though just a room and all I wanted to do now was to tell Harry it did bring back memories, but who was the person that came in the room when we kissed. Why would they shout? Something  just didn't seem right plus it's truly unfair that I traveled to the country of my desires and aspirations. Frowning I try not to let the loss of memories get to me. I can always make more memories there, right?

Looking over at Harry I can make out that he seems a little distant after filling me in, maybe reliving the past times. They could be happy memories, but how would I know? Trying to distract myself from the kiss I longed I snap my fingers in Harry's face getting him out of his stance.

"Want to make some dinner? I'm quite hungry." I question rubbing my rumbling tummy.

"Sure thing, how about spaghetti?"

Nodding I move in front of him, making my way to the kitchen I search for the pasta. Going through multiple cabinets I sigh unable to find a premade box of it anywhere. "Looking for this?" Harry questions pulling a bowl of freshly made dough out of the fridge.

"Wow that's fresh spaghetti?" I don't recall being a great cook. Wow not only did I get a hot celebrity, but he can cook as well? How did I forget such a great life.

"Sure is! It's our specialty." He smiles looking at me and most likely reminiscing again. Looking away I put the spaghetti in the pot above the oven so it can cook and begin boiling.

"You definitely want my famous sauce right?"

I'm guessing he thinks everything is back to normal because I have no idea what famous sauce he is referring too. I want to remind him that I do not have my memory, that I have no idea what he's talking about but I know all that would do is sadden him as much as it saddened me. He seems so proper like the perfect gentlemen so sweet, along with being so caring, and compassionate. Even though my parents were with me this whole week he still wouldn't leave my side no matter how awkward I was acting towards him. Today is most definitely going to be weird since my parents left and our "house" as Harry called it, is a humongous mansion which scares me into not wanting to sleep alone. Crowding my head with fearful thoughts of what ifs I realize that I forgot to reply to Harry so I say a simple," yes." Prepping the vegetables I grab the cutting board off the granite counter and I cut them quickly to make our salad. Finishing quickly I decide to set the table feeling eyes on me I look up to see Harry carrying the finished meal. Right in time I think to myself taking a seat.

      Putting food in our plates we sat on the table in silence which of course caused me to feel awkward again. Like what the heck am I supposed to say to Harry. In high school, based on the few memories I have, I remember being the shy girl who had a few friends(two of which were siblings) and no boyfriends. I mean I'm still shocked knowing I married a celebrity of course it would be my luck to forgot about that. If I don't remember anything soon he'll probably leave me.

His amber eyes only sparkled once being the day when I woke up in the hospital, but since he found out about my condition they've been dull very dull and full of sad emptiness. I hope to see them sparkle again soon. It depressed me seeing him this way I've always been the type of person that couldn't handle people being so sad even if I didn't know them. All I wanted to do was to make him happy. Trying to break the awkward silence and to make Harry happy I suggested we watch a movie once we finished.

       As Harry's eyes began to somewhat sparkle I knew my suggestion was great especially since he replied enthusiastically "Sure what type of movie do you want to watch I know you love horror movies and chick flicks?"

"Horror for sure," I replied watching Harry rush toward the movie room and dvd cabinet. He's so cute. Our movie room or "theatre room" as Harry called it was huge. It consisted of a popcorn machine in the corner, a junk food section, a tv the size of a whole wall making me wonder if we were at an actual movie theater. Even the seats were fascinating, they were vivid red seats and a vintage couch. They looked so comfortable I was hoping Harry would want to sit on the couch so we could cuddle. He looked like a cuddler with his soft looking curls that I just wanted to stroke and that slow deep voice that made my heart skip a beat. I hope he doesn't know that I don't get scared watching horror movies cause that'd be embarrassing.

      As the film started it was actually terrifying which was a plus for me cause I'd keep hiding into Harry. He smelt like fresh vanilla and mint which was very soothing and comforting. Usually movies didn't bother me but this one definitely did. As the film progressed and the time flew by I felt my eyes become heavy along with my blinking becoming slower and slower. I was very droopy. Making the last thing I remember being a lady running to the basement away from her husband who had been possessed.

Author's note: Hii just wanted to thank everyone for reading. Please let me know what you think or if you have any idea on how you want this story to go.

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P.s. I've met Harry and he really does smell good.