At the St. Patrick's Day celebration at the club, Niall was getting drunk and Harry was sitting in the corner with Taylor on his lap. She was reading through tweets until Harry slipped the cell phone from her hand, "Can we not discuss Twitter?"
"How did you know I was tweeting?"
"You're sitting on me." he grinned, "I can see right over your shoulder. Thank God this is a private club. You want something to drink, babe?"
"Sure. Surprise me." Taylor smiled then slid off his lap, going to find Eleanor.
Harry walked over to the bar and ordered Taylor a Shirley Temple. "You're so lucky." the tender said while he prepared the drink.
"I know." Harry beamed.
"She's very pretty....kind of a player but whatever." he laughed.
"Excuse me?" Harry snapped. "What did you just call her?"
"Don't take offense to it, Harry man. She's been with many boys. It's a fact."
"It's rumor! Everything that is written about us is all a bloody rumor!" Harry shouted over the loud-Irish music, "Why don't you shove that glass up your ass? If you say another word about her, I'll kick it."
Gulping, the tender put down the vodka, "I'm sorry. I see how much you love her."
"Of course I love her. I wouldn't have married her if I didn't love her!"
"Wait....what?"
"What....oh no." Harry whispered, turning bright red.
"You and Taylor are married?!" he cried.
"Shhhhh!" Harry wailed but it was too late. People had all ready over heard and they had their cell phones out, taking pictures of Harry, and possibly texting and tweeting everyone in the bloody world.
Shit.
"So I think it's time we told our mums." Harry said to Taylor while they were in the hotel room, watching a romantic film together.
"Yeah, that's true. How should we do it?"
"Well, I could text my mum....or tweet her. Tweeting is too public though. Maybe I should call?" he groaned and pulled at his hair, "How are you telling yours?"
"I thought that maybe we could wait until I got back to Nashville and we could tell her together."
"Well, more than likely, they all ready know."
"What? How?" she smirked.
"The bar tender had a big mouth last night.....or maybe I let it slip that I loved you so much that we got married?"
"Aw, Harry that's so sweet! But....if my mom knew she would have text me by now."
"Right, right. So maybe no one knows?"
"I dunno. Hopefully not. I really wanted to tell my family in person. Did we make a mistake? Should we have waited to have a normal ceremony?"
"No. I like how we did it. Personal and private. No paps or media around." he smiled then kissed her, "I think we should fly back to Nashville and tell your parents."
"When?"
"How about tomorrow morning?"
"Whoa. Really?"
"Yes. Sure. Why not?"
Media, fans, paparazzi, and security were swarming around Taylor and Harry the next morning. Harry wrapped his arm around Taylor's waist and hurried her along through the crowd. "Harry! Taylor!" screams were making their ears ring. Harry clenched onto Taylor, holding her tightly, and making sure she did not trip or fall.
"BACK OFF!" Paul finally shouted and sighed, "Back! Back! Everyone get back!"
"Why did you marry her?!" a girl wailed.
Harry groaned and hid his face into Taylor's hair. Paul led them through the crowd until they reached the air port security. "Everyone get back!" he exclaimed then slammed the door shut. Cameras flashed and the screams were still audible through the glass windows. Harry sighed and patted Paul's shoulder, "Thanks, Paul."
"I deserve a raise." Paul grumbled then strolled off to get the luggage.
Giggling, Taylor waved to the fans, got flipped off, and smirked at. "Oh, so those are your fans." she said to Harry. Glaring through the window, Harry shook his head.
A/N: Sorry for the wait! I hope you all like it! xoxo
