"Baby!!!" I hear from downstairs all the way through the stairway and up to our room, "Babe!" I hear again but this time louder, as I turn over to see what time my lovely husband is waking me up I see its noon and I slept for 13 hours. Just as I'm reaching over the covers to go back to sleep and ignore Harry's calls from downstairs he walks in and sits on the bed removing the duvet from my head and grasp and proceeds to tell me what was so important that he woke me up for "why-" he cuts me off before I start complaining "first it's time to get up, I'm bored and you slept the entire day, second" his voice get more excited "Ben called and sent over the first cut of the movie and I wanna watch it with you" I stare at him for a minute, I'm slowly relaxing as he points out that I did sleep for a long time and the sound of chocolate sounds really good to me anyway. I smile at him "ok I'm up." he smiles and pecks my nose "how long is the first cut?" I ask him as I get up to the bathroom and throw on a sweatshirt, Harry right behind me "not sure an hour he said".
Harry is setting up the DVD while I walk downstairs, grab chocolate from the pantry and plop on the couch to eat my breakfast.
Today Harry wants to go out to an art gallery and then out for dinner, so me having no better ideas go along with it.
After sharing my comments and review of the first cut with Harry I go get dressed into my usual jeans, today picking a sweater with disney characters plastered on it. I walk downstairs "Babe, you ready?" I nod, Harry with keys in hand walks towards the car, after grabbing my keys and cell phone get in the passenger seat.
We arrive at the art show, say hi to Harry's friends. Art galleries were never my favorite thing, I always thought they were quite boring, but I supported Harry in his interest in art and investing in it so I went with it. He bought a couple of pieces from different shows most I didn't approve of but we compromised that they would be displayed in areas of the house that I didn't go in frequently.
This time I found a beautiful painting I really loved and Harry agreed, so naturally Harry bought it. my generous husband.
Usually during Harry's time off we spent it home doing nothing but spending time together, resting, visiting family and friends, really low key, we often go to LA to visit Harry's really close friends but usually coming home to London afterwards. With Harry deciding to go to LA on a moment's notice is fine with me I've always been an easy traveler, loving to see the world and meeting new people.
I'm not going into details about how I met Harry because well it's a long long story and very complicated. Fast forward, we are married for a year and a half happy as can be. So me and my 22 year old self have taken a year or two after graduating high school back home in New York, in between deciding on a college and maybe not going to college and doing something else I met Harry and well, I decided that college was not for me yet and I wanted to start my own business without school and studies. So putting college on hold for a bit I got married and in the midst of it all Harry's been on tour with the lads and I've basically joined them for the whole thing. So I've been on tour with everyone for 4 months visiting my family in New York as I pleased, going home to London to sleep when I needed. It was good for me, no pressure of school, traveling the world with the love of my life and my close friends who I've gotten to develop wonderful relationships with them all while they did what they loved. I've always been the kind of person who really does not want to do what society wants her to do, I'm not a swimmer, I'm a diver, I take things head on and I fight.
The years after high school is a very sore subject that I worked so hard on to end up where I am now is just not something easy to put in words.
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Bumps On The Road
FanfictionThe little and big bumps that come across Emily and Harry throughout their married life while on tour with their closest friends.