50 Shades Freed

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning to the calming sound of the sea. I sat up seeing that Harry was laying next to me. I smiled and stood up walking to the bathroom. I lifted my hands moving my hair from my forehead, and I noticed the purple and blue bruises on my wrists. I sighed sliding my fingers over each wrist. They don't hurt as much as I thought they would. I hear the sound of footsteps behind me and I look in the mirror seeing Harry standing there. 

He looks down at me and then to my wrists. I quickly cross my arms over my chest hiding my wrists from his view. I don't need him worrying about this more than he already is. "Have they gotten worse?" He asks and I shake my head no. He sighs and slowly uncrosses my arms taking a look for himself. "We have safe words for a reason Niall..." 

"I wasn't in pain...I didn't want to use them" I turn around so that I'm facing him. He places his hands on my waist lifting me up onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist tugging him closer to me. "I'm okay..." I kiss each of his cheeks and he nods letting his fingers run over my thighs. 

"I have a day planned for us" He helps me down. "Go get dressed" I nod and go back into our room looking for something to wear for the day. What could he have planned? What should I even wear? I sigh out of frustration and decide on something simple. A button up and jeans as well as my sunglasses that Harry had bought me from some shop in Paris. 

I go up to the deck seeing that we are slowly starting to approach land. I see Taylor standing near one of the railings and I walk over to him. "Good morning Taylor" I smile and he looks over at me. 

"Good morning Mr. Styles" I smile at the name and look out at the running blue waters. 

"Do you have any idea as to where Harry is taking me today?" He chuckles and shakes his head letting me know that he does. Yet I also know that he is not going to tell me. Of course. God I hate surprises. "What part of Europe are we in now?" 

"Versailles" I hear Harry say behind me. I turn around seeing that he is in a pair of black pants and a grey button up. His hair is slightly over his eyes as well as his sunglasses. How does he look so perfect in the morning? 

The boat finally comes to a stop at the dock and I climb down. Harry does the same and stands beside me. A few guards approach us and I look up at Harry who simply wraps his arm around my waist. We take a step towards them and they break apart leaving a small trail for us to walk through. They say a few words in French and Harry looks back at them. 

"Nous envisageons de revenir bientôt de vos commerces locaux pour faire du shopping . Ce sera un problème?"

How many languages does this man speak? I lay my head on his shoulder and look up at him. "Now what does that mean?"

"I asked if it would be a problem if we went around to look at their local shops." I nod and look back at them noticing that they all carried blank expressions on their faces. They all don't seem very happy. I notice a small car waiting for us at the end of the dock. Harry opens the door for me and I climb in. He does the same and one of the guards get into the front seat as well as another in the passenger seat. 

I scoot closer to the window looking out at the beautiful city of Versailles. God I never expected to see so many places of Europe. But of course Harry insisted that he show me the world. And his world started here in Europe. We drove around for a while as the guards would point out various landmarks while Harry would translate them to English for me. 

"It's so beautiful here...Are you sure we have to go back home so soon?" I question looking up at Harry. He smiles and leans over placing his lips gently against mine. 

"Yes, we have to join the real world at sometime..."

"Why can't we create our own real world" I whisper as Harry places his hand on the small of my back. He slips his hand up the back of my shirt and I smile knowing better than to let his hand get any further. The car comes to a stop and I quickly slide back away from Harry before exiting the car. I smell the fresh air and wait for Harry so I know where we're going. I walk over to him and grab his hand. He leads me down the street and nods to an art shop. 

"We're art shopping?" 

"That we are, we have a new house with bare walls. I know that you love art so here we are. Whatever you want we can get." I smile and hug him as tight as I can. I pull him inside and look over all the art. Everything is overly beautiful and I have no idea what I want. I focus on a few colorful pieces. I point out two that I know for sure that I want and Harry pays for them. 

After shopping for a few more hours I find myself a little far in front of Harry. I sneak into one of the shops buying myself something for later on that night. I slip it into my bag and walk out seeing Harry standing near the car waiting for me. 

"Sorry I needed to use the bathroom" I lie before getting into the car. He gets in as well letting out a soft yawn. I look over at him and smile. "Are you sleepy?" He nods before laying his head down in my lap. I run my fingers through his hair watching as his eyes slowly come to a close. 

The entire way back to the pier I let Harry sleep knowing that he has had a long day. Just like I have but I know that he needs more sleep than I do. Once we do get there I wake Harry gently and his eyes flutter open as his eyes stare into mine. 

"We're back at the boat...you can go back to sleep once we get on" I smile and he nods sitting up exiting from his side of the car. I get out as well waving to the guards who had been with us most of the day. They both simply send me a nod before I make my way onto the boat. 

I say good evening to Taylor before heading below deck. I sit down on the bed pulling out what I had bought just before it was time for us to go. 

A camera. 

I had noticed that Harry always commented about wanting to be able to document beautiful things that he had saw on a daily basis so I figured...what better way to do that then to buy him a camera. 

"What's that?" I look up seeing Harry standing in the door way. I hold it out to him and he takes it from me letting his eyes scan over it. "You bought yourself a camera?" He arches his eyebrow looking over at me. 

"No I bought it for you" The small smile that takes over his face makes my stomach do random flips. I lifts the camera up to his eye and snaps a picture of me and I quickly shield my face from him. "Harry no!" I laugh. He takes a few steps towards me continuing to snap pictures of me. I move up on the bed trying to get away from him but he straddles my waist keeping me in place under him. 

"Smile for me Mr. Horan" 

"No" I say sticking my tongue out at him. He moves the camera setting it down on the side table and places his hands on my side. For a second I believe that he is going to lean down and kiss me, but he does no such thing. Instead his fingers start to move against my side and my eyes widen in surprise. He's tickling me! 

I scream out with laughter trying to bat his hands away from my ever so ticklish sides. But with no such luck. I lay under him being tickled to death laughing uncontrollably. I somehow though manage to get on top of him. I pin his wrists next to his head and pant looking down at him. I go to tickle him back but he takes my wrists before I can and he shakes his head. His eyes lace with fear and I stop immediately. 

"You don't like to be tickled...?" I ask looking down at him.

"No I don't...I'm sorry" He sighs moving his hair out of his face. I lean down placing a soft kiss to his nose. 

"Don't apologize" I reach over and grab his new camera snapping a picture of him. He lets out a small smile and I sigh out of bliss. "That's a keeper..." I say showing him the picture.