"Hey Angel." The hum of Harry's deep voice invaded my sleep, pulling me awake. Rolling away from the light, I bury my head in the pillow and try my hardest not to move when pain shoots through my hips. "Baby girl." Harry chuckled, tugging my body toward him. "No! Baby ow!" I whined, clutching my abdomen. "What's wrong love?" He asked, his tone worried now. "I'm soar." I murmur, my cheeks heating up and glancing at Harry. He tried and failed to hide his laugh with a violent cough. "I should apologize...right?" He asked, laughing into his hand and massaging my hip. "Shut up, you jerk!" I exclaim, flinging the pillow at his head and rolling across the mattress to get out of his reach. "Honey!" He chuckled, tugging on my shirt to pull me back, "I'm sorry." He kissed my shoulder softly, attempting to hide the amusement that was still clear in his voice. "No you're not!" I scolded, half heartedly. "I really am." He chuckled, hugging my body against his chest. "I'll go easier next time." But I just shook my head, "no daddy." I murmured, turning my face to kiss his neck,"I like the soreness...it reminds me of you...reminds me who I belong to." I felt him harden beneath me at my words, "does it?" He chuckled. Biting down slightly on his collarbone, I nodded. "In that case." Harry began, caution clear in his tone, "you're not going to be mad at me today?" "For what?..." I glanced up, confused. Picking me up, Harry walked across the hotel suite and sat me down in front of the full body mirror. Giving him one last confused glance, I looked at my reflection and my jaw almost hit the floor, it dropped so fast. "Harry Edward Styles!" "I didn't mean to!" The soreness in my hips was the least of my worries... I hadn't felt it before but both of my wrists had light blue bruises from where Harry pinned my hands above my head...my ass had the lightest outline of his hand imprinted onto it...and multiple purple bruises ran along my collarbone...dear god! "In all seriousness, I did not mean to...it was an accident and I'm sorry-." "It's fine." I sighed, "I wasn't complaining last night so it's not entirely your fault." I giggled, turning and cuddling myself into Harry's chest. "I love you...so fucking much." He murmured into my hair, pressing kisses to my temple and speaking so softly I almost missed it. "And I love you." I smiled into his chest, my eyes fluttering shut in contentment. "We have a flight to catch, my love." Harry sighed, reluctantly releasing me and leaving to retrieve our suitcases. "Where are we going, exactly?" I asked, unbuttoning his shirt from last night and laying it across the bed, shivering slightly. "You know I'm not gonna- Fucking hell!" Harry exclaimed, almost dropping the suitcases when he entered the room. "Oh, sorry." I giggled, making no attempt to cover up. Tearing his gaze away from my naked body, Harry glued his eyes to the carpet and laid my luggage on the bed in front of me. "Sure you are." He muttered, shaking his head. "It's not like you've never seen me naked." I scoffed, opening the bag and sifting through for an underwear set. "I'm very much aware of that." Harry shook his head, unzipping his suitcase. "Pretty please?" I pouted, sauntering toward him. "No!" He grabbed his clothes and rushed for the bathroom, leaving the door open just enough to peak his head out. "I'm not telling and under no circumstances will I allow your seductress ways to change my mind! So I'm changing in here." I couldn't help but giggle when I heard the lock click.
"The Bahamas?" I asked, pulling on a pair of leggings.
"Boring."
"Paris?" I questioned, pulling one of his sweatshirts over my head.
"We've already been there, love."
"London?" I groaned, falling onto the mattress and raking my brain in an attempt to think of where Harry would want to take me.
"Nope."
"Canada??" I yelled.
"Now you're just being pitiful, you know how I feel about that place." Harry chuckled, unlocking the door and coming out, looking as stunning as ever in black skinny jeans, a white button down and a blazer. "How do I look, m'lady?"
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"Like a god." I feigned a swoon, sitting up and grinning at my beautiful boyf- husband. The overwhelming warmth of contentment flowed through my body, causing my smile to broaden.
"What has you grinning like a school girl?" Harry asked, resting his elbows on each side of my head and leaning down. Peppering kisses across my face, he began absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair.
"I just...I love you." I whispered, reaching up and cupping his face, "I really do."
"Well, I would hope so." Harry murmured, pressing his lips to my neck, tenderly avoiding the bruises. "You did marry me."
"Yes, I did." I giggled, "I fucking did...I'm your wife...you're my husband...holy shit...I'm a Styles." I whispered, my heart fluttering with each word.
Cocking his head at me, Harry snickered, "Yes...that's usually how this whole thing works."
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm." I halfheartedly shoved him away, attempting to roll out of from under him. But my attempts were futile as soon as Harry let all of his weight pin me to the bed.
"I'm sorry, Captain obvious, offending you was not my intention." He faked remorse, glancing back when his phone began buzzing obnoxiously on the night stand. "Hello?" He pushed himself up. "Alright, we'll be down shortly."
Hanging up, he climbed down and offered his hand to me, "The car's downstairs...you ready to get this fiesta on the road?"
"Mexico! Are you taking me to-"
"This is just embarrassing, stop trying." He chuckled, shaking his head.
