Forever

one.

isabelle

"Hold up!" I yell after Harry. I laugh, my hair being blown back as I run after him.

"You'll have to catch up!" He yells back, still running.

I sigh, coming to a stop. He has a huge advantage due to his long legs. "Harry!" I yell after him, laughing.

Today was a perfect day for a picnic, so we decided to have one. Only we forgot to bring the basket which held our drinks and sandwiches. Due to our silly mistake, we instead took a stroll down to the breezy, beautiful beach, and began to just run and what not.

"Catch me if you can!" He yells back.

The people around us give us glares, obviously bothered by the noise we had been making.

Rolling my eyes, I attempted to pick up my pace, my dress beginning to blow in the air quicker. Harry began to do the opposite, slowing down, panting. I smirked, ready for a launch.

Jumping up, I wrapped my arms around his torso and brought him down to the sand with me. "Caught you," I said, laughing.

His chest vibrated, laughs escaping from his mouth, the wind picking it up and echoing around us. We laid close to the water, staring up at the sky. "You sure did." He finally said.

Turning over on my side, I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile. "You know we have to leave in three hours," he spoke.

I groaned, wiggling my head into the crook of his neck. "I don't want to go, I love the weather here, not cold, rainy old England." I spoke against his skin.

His scent was something I could engulf my whole life. His husky scent leaving a mark on me, the way his minty breathe would fan over my face. "I know you don't, but we eventually have to," he chuckled. "You had a nice time, right?"

I nodded, smiling. "By far the best honeymoon I ever had," I joked.

"Hm, and I like to ask you Mrs. Isabelle Styles, how many husbands did you have before?"

"About, one hundred and four." Harry pretended to gasp, letting go of me. "Nooo," I laughed, grabbing his arm again, pulling him back to me. He smiled, dimples indenting his cheeks. A sparkle in his emerald eyes sparked as he stared down at me. "I love you, Harry. Thank you for today and for this amazing trip," I said sincerely, "It's the best thing a husband ever did for me," I joked again, giggling.

He nudged my side, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Let's go, we need to finish packing," he laughed. He got up first, wiping off the sand off his shorts, and extended his arm to help me up.

I gladly grabbed it, brushing the sand off my dress as well. We walked together hand in hand, receiving glares from people. "Ugh," he groaned.

"What?" I looked up to him, finding him staring at a group of screaming girls and a group of paparazzi. I passed him his sunglasses, and I placed mine on.

"You think they'll notice us?" Harry joked. I laughed, swinging our hands back and forth.

As we approached the group closer, the girls extended their arms to touch Harry, the gates the police had set up were the only thing keeping them away. "Go take pictures with them," I nudged him.

Harry pouted, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure, you need to thank them by doing this." I pushed him towards the girls, and walked over to a post. I took out my phone to be welcomed to two miss calls from Mandy.

Dialing her back, I felt a tap on my arm. I turned around, facing a fan. "Hi, Isabelle. Could I get a picture with you?" She smiled, holding out her phone.