"And I'm all yours." I leaned down and kissed her. "Breakfast is ready! Plus, you got some explaining to do." My mother laughingly called through the door. "We'll be down in a minute." I called back, trying to contain my laughter as Sarah, still underneath me, couldn't contain hers. After slipping on our missing pieces of clothing, we headed downstairs not prepared for the awkward breakfast that awaited us.
Harry's P.O.V
We found our way to the kitchen and my mom smiled as she noticed Sarah's hand in mine. "I made you guys French toast, waffles, bacon, eggs, sausage, and fresh fruit." mom gleamed, pointing out the dishes she prepared for breakfast. "Trying to fatten us up before the wedding, eh?" I joked, causing Sarah to stick her elbow into my side. "Thank you, Anne. We really appreciate it." Sarah smiled, before turning to me and sending a glare. We sat down at the kitchen island as I watched Robert grab my mom from behind and kiss her neck, I was sickened at the sight so I focused on Sarah playing with the strawberries on her plate. "What's wrong?" I mumbled as I put my arm around her waist. "Nothing." she continued to poke at the fruit with her fork. "Sar..." I pushed. "Fine," she looked towards me. "I don't feel right without them knowing. Maybe your mom wants to see what you've accomplished." "I'll invite them, don't worry." "Thank you." she smiled, resulting in me giving her a quick, sloppy kiss. "So what was all that commotion in the room this early?" Mom smirked at us with a joking tone of voice. "Well, we had a problem with Sarah's choice of the sexiest man in her life." I was cut off by Sarah looking at mom and saying "I'm pretty sure us girls could both agree on Channing Tatum, am I right or am I right?" "Oh defiantly!" she took Sarah's side. Robert looked at me, pretending to be offended. "Anyways, it resulted in me tickling her to get the truth out." I finished my previous sentence. "Which I might have to do again." I warned. "No, babe. Please don't." she laughed, getting off her stool and moving away from me. "I'm just kidding, baby." I reached out for her to come back, she stood next to me and held onto my waist. "You guys are just too cute." mom gushed. "Sarah, oh gosh I almost forgot. In about an hour we're going dress shopping." she clapped excitingly and Sarah looked excited herself. I stood up and reached for my wallet in my back pocket. "Buy something nice." I kissed her forehead, handing her the money. "Harry, no. This is on me." Robert put forward. "Please, I insist." he almost begged. If he's thinking he can buy my love, he can't. Sarah handed me back the money and shrugged. "It's okay, babe. I'm gonna buy a cheap dress anyways." she quietly admitted to only me. "No, get something nice. It's the only wedding you're gonna be going to in a while." I kissed her lips once more before she walked upstairs to the room to get ready. My words replayed in my head and I swear to God, sometimes I just don't think.Sarah's P.O.V
"If you don't get that one, you're crazy." Anne's jaw dropped as I stepped out of the dressing room. I looked at the price tag and my hand flew over my mouth. "Holy shit." I mumbled. The dress was long, but hung at my curves. This being probably the 50th dress I tried on, I was somewhat satisfied but not positive. "Doesn't it seem a bit revealing?" I questioned. "Harry will adore it." she smiled as she helped me with the zipper. "I didn't mean like that." I laughed. I stared at myself in the mirror as Anne stood behind me and just smiled. "But the price, it's outrageous." I frowned. She turned me around and gave me a hug out of no where. "I owe you for everything you do and have done for Harry. I honestly cannot thank you enough for doing all the things that I never could." I felt horrible as she sniffled. "He does love you, you know. He just needs time to settle in and repair all of the broken things from the past." and with that she let go of me, wiped her tears, and smiled once more. She separated her eyes from mine as her phone went off, her immediately answering it. I knew it was Harry by the look she had on her face when she accepted the call. "Yes...No, I'll be there. We'll definitely be there...I wouldn't miss it for the world...alright, okay, bye-bye." with the wide grin on her face, I knew he invited her to the fight. "He invited me." she lit up with complete happiness. Her smile faded to a sigh as she mumbled "I just can't believe it." I hugged her, wiped away her tear and said "I told you." and with that, she squeezed me tight enough to take my breath away but I didn't mind it one bit.
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TATTOOED -h.s.
FanfictionSome people say that tattoos are the mark of the Devil...Maybe they're right.