"It's beautiful!! And I think it will be very easy to match decorations to it." Jillian smiled, examining the many photos of the dress. "And I've found several different venues for the ceremony-"
"I have actually been thinking about that and I know where I want it, if possible." Harry interrupted, causing Jillian to glance up from her folders, clearly surprised.
"Oh, of course! Where are you thinking?"
The two of us looked at him with the same curiosity, this being the first I have heard of it.
"I want to get married under a willow tree." Harry said, slightly timid as he glanced at me, as though he thought o was going to laugh. "Willow trees only natively originate from London...they have her name and her beauty and simplicity but at the same time they seem as though they have a deeply sad story to tell, that I can relate to...maybe it's stupid and I'm reading too much into it but-"
"No! No!" Jillian interrupted, "Harry that's beautiful." She insisted, nodding and jotting it down. "I will see what I can do because that is absolutely a beautiful concept."
My fondness for this man grows every single day but there are days, like today, that it shoots straight through the roof and into the stars because how can a human be this perfect?
Sighing, I didn't fight the loving smile that spread across my face. Reaching forward, I intertwined my hand with his and cradled it in my lap.
"I will begin the search and get back to you guys by tomorrow." Jillian assured us, gathering her stuff and heading for the door.
"You didn't say anything...what do you think?" Harry asked, when we heard the elevator doors shut behind Jillian.
"I think..." I began, running my hands through his curls slowly, "that I love you with all of my heart."
"You didn't before?" Harry murmured, bringing our hands to his lips and peppering my skin with soft kisses.
"I always have...but there are days that you exceed every expectation I have set for how decent a human being can be." I replied, scooting closer to him. It was impossible for me to spend more than five minutes in the same room with this man and maintain my distance. My body just longed to be against his...surrounded by his...completely covered by his.
"I'm definitely not the poster child for decent humans." Harry chuckled, laying back against the couch.
Rolling my eyes, I spun around and perched myself on his lap. "I think you're pretty fantastic." I giggled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly.
"that's the problem...you seem oblivious to every flaw I have...either that or you just don't care." He mused, pulling my body closer to his and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"The second option." I replied, playfully sticking my tongue out at him. "I'm all too aware of why you think you're worth less than the rest of society...but it's utter bullshit in my opinion."
"In your opinion?" Harry chuckled, "well, yours is an educated one so I suppose you must be right." he said, halfhearted sarcasm thick in his tone.
"I like to think my opinion of you is quite educated...I've made every effort to base it entirely on facts." I objected to his condescending tone.
"You sure it's not just cause I'm pretty?" Harry smirked up at me, referring to the time he met my mother and her first words were "I thought Willow was being dramatic...but you ARE the prettiest man I've ever seen"
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head, "You're still the prettiest man I've ever seen...but no, I can think hundreds of different reasons why you are the poster child for the decency of humanity."
Arching one eyebrow skeptically, he remained silent clearly challenging me to come up with any legitimate reason why I think he is a good person.
"Lux." I stated, taking a deep breath and diving into the base layer of my love for this man, "The instant she walks in the room the scowl sweeps from your expression and the biggest smile appears...in her mind you're on this pedestal and you wont disappoint her so any expectation she has you meet without batting a lash because you will be whatever she wants you to be."
Just the mention of his goddaughter, skirts a smile across his face, "I just...want her to have a high standard for what a man should be." Harry muttered, considering my words.
"Your family." I continued, "I have never met a twenty six year old bachelor that still goes to brunch with his mother every Tuesday without a single complaint...you support your sister in everything that she does and fend off any guy that's not worth her time, like your life depends on it...Harry you might think you're selfish and calloused but you put the people that matter to you before anyone else...and anyone who wouldn't love you for that, needs to check their facts...you gave an inexperienced college kid the chance to intern at one of the largest record companies in the world-."
"As valiant as you seem to think I am...I believe I remember that having something to do with the skirt you had on that day."
"Screw you!" I exclaimed, letting out an exasperated breath and attempting to climb off of his lap and his strong arms held me in place.
"I kid about it...because it scares me to have someone believe in me like you do." Harry whispered, the humor in his tone gone. "So many people in my life have just accepted the fact that I'm a fuck up and so it doesn't faze them when I do but you...it's like I could I trip at any moment and this image you have of me could began to crumble."
He doesn't understand...the chances of Harry ever disappointing me are about the same as Zeus being hurled from Olympus by someone as insignificant as Hermes...
"The zombies will come before I think anything less of you, Styles." I murmured, closing my eyes and pressing my lips to his temple.
Ignoring time and just allowing myself to absorb the still moments like this that I have with the love of my life.
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