HARRY STYLES
Booking a house to rent in Oslo for our honeymoon was a no-brainer. As soon as Lana told me she'd like to randomly live here someday, I already knew that the first big trip we would take together would be here. I visited a couple of times when I was living in London, but never for a holiday. It was always to meet another chef and train in a restaurant for a few weeks or a month at a time. Looking out the glass wall in the kitchen to the water from the dock our house is located on, I'm reminded of how beautiful it is and why Lana would dream of living here.
For an extra fee from the homeowners, they were kind enough to stock the fridge with a shopping list of my choice. I asked for just the basic things that I knew we'd need for breakfast on our first morning here, figuring that Lana and I could take a trip to the shops if we need anything else, but I'm sure most of our meals will be eaten out.
After a seven and a half hour flight, we arrived in Oslo at around 8:00 this morning, and the nice thing is that we were able to sleep well for the whole plane ride in our first-class seats. Lana is in the shower freshening up after the trip and for the day ahead, but I want to make breakfast for her so that it's ready when she gets out.
I have her eggs and sausage plated by the time I hear her feet padding on the creaking wooden floor, emerging from around the corner with damp hair and a little white sundress. Her cheeks are pink, her skin is glowing, and most importantly, her smile looks so real.
"I cannot believe we're here," she shakes her head at the same view I've been staring at while making breakfast. "And this house? Are you kidding me?"
"You like it?"
"It's gorgeous," she slips her arms around my waist as I turn the stove off and plate my own breakfast. "Thank you so much for doing this."
"It's my pleasure," I turn in her arms to face her. "I'm happy to be here with you."
"For a whole week," she wiggles her brows at me, making me laugh as I kiss her forehead and walk her to the back patio so we can eat at the outdoor table.
"What do you want to drink? Juice, water, or a mimosa?"
She gasps. "Mimosa, please."
I leave her out there to make that drink for her, bringing her plate with it before going back to get mine. She thanks me with a sweet smile as I sit down next to her, facing the calm water in front of us. It looks like a movie set or something else that's been fabricated.
"How are you feeling?" I ask as she cuts into her egg. "Are you tired?"
"Not really," she says. "I slept well enough on the plane, but I think I'm just so excited to be here and I don't want to waste a second."
"Did you have an idea about what you wanted to do today, then?"
She covers her mouth to say, "I think I just want to explore a little bit and then maybe get dinner, if that's okay."
"That's fine with me," I hold my mimosa up to her. "Cheers."
She beams and picks her flute glass up. "Cheers to being married."
"To being married," I laugh and catch sight of her diamond rings sparkling in the sunlight. The sight makes my stomach sink in the nicest way, knowing that other men will see both pieces of jewelry and wonder who the lucky man is. I can't believe it gets to be me.
"I'm guessing you haven't heard from your mum about Mason yet?"
"Not yet," she unlocks her phone on the table. "I think it's only like 4:30 in the morning back in New York, but I think he probably did okay. I'm only worried about how well he's going to do once he realizes that we're not coming back for another week, but I don't know. It'll be interesting to see how he reacts because that'll sort of determine whether or not we'll be able to take more trips without him."
