Lovin' Styles

Nine Minutes and Fourty-Two Seconds - Chapter 33

Riley's POV:

After Harry showed me the lights, we went inside and snuggled while we watched a Christmas movie. 

"Harry, would you want to go christmas shopping tomorrow? It's only a week until Christmas," I said.

Harry nodded. "That'd be good. Then can I treat you to lunch after?" My head bobbed when he talked, because my head was on his chest.

"Harry, you know I hate you spending money on me an-" I protested, but Harry interuppted me.

"For Christmas." I sighed. 

"Okay," I agreed and he kissed the top of my head.

"So when is the next appointment for the baby?"

"Next Tuesday," I said. I felt my eyes start to droop, but I forced them to stay open.

"Go to sleep babe," Harry said. I yawned.

"No, I'm having fun with you," I said.

"Go to sleep. The baby needs sleep too," Harry argued. We weren't even married yet and we were fighting like an old married couple.

"Fine," I gave in and let my eyes close and snuggled closer to Harry.

"G'night darling, see you in the morning."

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I woke up the next morning, cuddled into Harry's chest.

"G'morning Ri," Harry said. I smiled. I loved his morning voice.

"G'morning love," I responded and hugged his torso. "Ready to go shopping?"

"This early?" Harry complained, his voice laced with sleep. I looked at the clock.

"Harry, it's almost noon. The shops'll be mobbed if we go any later."

Harry groaned.

I sat up, the blood rushing to my head. "I'm going to get changed. I expect you to be changed and ready to go in twenty minutes. Now go," I said.

Harry's eyes widened. "Okay, Saergent Wynter." I giggled as I ran upstairs. I had moved all of my clothes to Harry's house.

I pulled out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, an oversized light brown sweater with an owl on it, and a pair of brown combat boots. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun and limited my makeup to mascara and a light pink lipstick.

"Let's go!" I called to Harry. He stood at the top of the stairs, hair wet, and a towel hung low around his torso.

"How are you already ready?" He asked in disbelief.

"Hurry up slow poke," I joked.

"You gave me twenty minutes  - I still have ten left," he protested.

I looked at the clock on my phone. "Nine minutes and fourty-two seconds now-"

"Okay, okay! I'm going!" Harry scurried around and I chuckled.

In a couple of minutes, he was came down, laughing.

He was only in his boxers, his curls still wet. "What do I wear?" he complained.

I huffed and walked upstairs to his room. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. He followed me and slid on the clothes. He grabbed a beanie and arranged his curls. I kissed him on the lips.

"Let's go."

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HI LOVIES!

Sorry for not updating for a few days, had a girls day, and then had a boatload of homework! And this chapter was a filler - that's why it sucked.

I have an idea - I don't know if you guys will like it. Should I make an instagram for Riley and/or Harry? Would that be cool? Anyways, thank you guys billions for 900+ reads!!!

Longer update later!