Married to Styles (Sequel to Working for Styles)

{23} Rome

Niall

Rome was beautiful; The first site we decided to go see was Ostia Antica.

Harry had his big camera around his neck the whole time, he looked so fascinated and it was adorable. Unfortunately we couldn't bring Molly with us, they didn't allow pets in the tourist sites. But she had the entire hotel suit to herself; she should be fine.

"Niall! Look at this!" Harry's voice echoed easily through the walls of the Ostia Antica, it was a very quiet area.

"Harry, please keep your voice down." I whispered with my hand on his shoulder.

He looked at me through his sun glasses, an irresistible smile on his face before he took another picture; he took a picture of me this time.

"Harry, stop." I said as I put my hand up to the lens.

"I wanna capture every moment." He smiled.

"Harry,"

Snap.

"I'm serious," I frowned.

Snap.

"And here's Niall being s grump on our honeymoon," Harry laughed as he took another picture.

"Harry I'll break the camera,"

Snap.

"Niall threatening to break my camera on our honeymoon." He laughed again before taking another picture.

"You're going to use up all your film and you won't be able to take any more pictures Harry." I furrowed my eyes brows at him with my hands on my hips, trying to look as serious as I could.

The mother fucker just smiled at me.

"I'll buy more film." He smirked.

"Maybe I'll just buy more lingerie and not show you."

"I don't really need to take that many pictures..." Harry mumbled. I smiled and patted his shoulder before taking his hand and walking down the stone path between the walls.

Ostia was basically, or could have basically been, Rome's first Colonia. I know it sounds boring, the history behind it really is. But the site itself was amazing!

The walls were made of a brick clay type material, and over the years moss had grown around the structure and gave it such an intense look.

Walking along the stone path, holding Harry's hand, I got lost in the beautiful structure around me. I didn't notice the looks other tourist had been giving us till Harry let go of my hand.

"What was that for?" I asked him. He shrugged before lifting up his camera to take a picture of a broken piece of the building.

"Harry?" I asked again, lowering his camera this time while I stood in front of him so he would have to look at me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I wanted to take a picture," he shrugged.

People were staring. Not because they could hear us or anything, but because we were two grown men holding hands and walking around a country ruled by Catholics.

"Is it because everyone is staring?" I bluntly asked.

"Of course not." He wouldn't look at me, instead he tried to take more pictures of the scenery.

"Harry, tell me the truth." I took his sun glasses off so he would have to look me in the eyes; He just sighed.

"I'm not ashamed, Niall."