Choices Between Us

Chapter 25

"You my darling are beautiful." Harry tells me as he takes my hand and leads me towards our hotel room.  We had just had dinner,  he had taken me to Paris for a few days.  I was reluctant at first leaving Lena with Harry's mom as I know how much of a hand full she could be.  But with Harry speaking to Sara and all the emotional verbal hate that was spewed at the both of us we just needed sometime away for the two of us.

"You are hot." I tell him as slip inside the room kicking my shoes off at the door.   I feel his presence close behind me..

"Want something to drink?" he asks as he moves across the room to the mini bar.

"You trying to get me drunk Mr. Styles?" I ask as I lay across the bench at the bottom of the bed,  I rest my head on my hand and smile at him.

He brings his glass of wine to his lips and looks at me under those beautiful long lashes of his.  "What if I was?"

I shake my head.  "You getting lucky was guaranteed as soon as my eyes were on you tonight,  you have no idea what you do to me when you wear your shirts unbuttoned as you do.  I know why millions of girls swoon over you."

He rolls his eyes as he crosses the room and hands me my wine, I sit up so he can sit beside me.  My eyes take in his features,  I will never tire looking at him.  He is beautiful.  I can't believe he is mine. 

The last few weeks had been stressful and so unbelievable.  I never thought we would ever be together again, let alone engaged to be married.   He wanted to be married as soon as possible.  Our house was being prepared for us to move into,  we were staying at a hotel until that happened.  Of course Louis had offered us stay with him but he would spoil Lena so much that she would be so hard to reign back down to the real world.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How lucky I am." I tell him as I drink my wine.   "I love you."

He leans over and his lips softly brush mine.  His eyes look into mine lovingly.  "I love you Ray."

I finish my wine and move my body from the bench to the bed,  I lay on my stomach.  I can feel Harry's eyes watching me.

"Did I tell you how sexy that dress is on you.  It has been killing me all night."

I feel his weight on the bed,  he crawls up the bed to me.  He lays on his side, head resting on his hand, the other hand is exploring my back.  His soft fingers slowly trace over my skin.

"No you have not." I smirk at him, loving the feeling of his finger tips dancing across my flesh.

"It is very sexy.  Makes me want to take it off of you." He leans in and brushes his lips against mine.

"What is stopping you?" I ask raising a brow at him.

"I was thinking." He says looking into my eyes.  "That we should not have sex until we are married.  To make our wedding night a little more,  ummmm desired."

"Really?" I ask grinning at him.   "You think our wedding night will not be desirable if we keep having sex until we get married.  I can't wait for months without making love to you."

"Lets set a date then?"

"I see where this is going."

"What?" He asks all innocence in his eyes.

"You want to get married right away."

"I would marry you right now if you would agree to it." he says as he intertwines our fingers.  "I can't wait to make you my wife.  I don't want anything to come between us again."