The Opening Act (H.S) {Completed - Editing}

Are You Sure?

"H, why are you still in bed? Usually you're up and ready before I'm even awake."

Harry turns his head to look at me as I step out of the bathroom. I'd just finished taking a shower and the clock read 9:46. It's very rare for him to be in bed past 9:30. He was laid on his stomach, doing something on his phone up until I walked out of the bathroom.

"My back hurts this morning," he huffs. "I don't wanna move."

A cute pout comes over his face as he looks over at me. I finish putting my hair up as I walk over to the bed and I crawl over to him. I lay down next to him, cuddling up to his side and kissing his cheek. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Could you just rub my lower back a little?" he asks quietly. "Please?"

"Of course," I mumble back, giving him a small smile. I sit up, putting my hands on his lower back. As I rub his back, his eyes close and he lets a sigh fall from his lips. He tells me to move a little and to add more pressure and after a few minutes he tells me it feels a little better. His back muscles get really tense sometimes, so I've become pretty good at massaging his back for him.

He grabs my waist and pulls me down to lay next to him. I laugh lightly as he shifts his body to lay practically on top of me, his head buried in the crook of my neck. I place my hand on the back of his head, running my hand through his hair a little as he kisses all over my skin. After a few moments I learn that it was all a distraction before he attempted to tickle my sides. I squirm away from him as I laugh.

"Stop," I breathe out, still laughing. He falls limp on top of me again, putting all of his weight on me. I can feel his lips curve up into a smile against neck and I found it harder and harder for me to be mad at him for squishing me. His adorableness this morning was overwhelming.

"You're gonna have to deal with this every day for the rest of your life," he mumbles in a teasing tone. "You sure you're up for it?"

I get lost in my thoughts at his question. When I don't respond to him, he glances up at me. As he looks at me with concern, I pull my bottom lip back with my teeth out of nervousness from this conversation.

"Ava..." he says quietly. "Please tell me you're not having second thoughts."

I stay silent as I think about what words to say. I take quick deep breath before speaking. "It's not that I'm having second thoughts about marrying you. I just... I don't know. Never mind. It's stupid, now that I think about it."

"No, baby," he whispers as he runs his fingers through my hair soothingly. "Tell me what is on that mind of yours. It's not stupid. You know you can tell me anything. If you're having doubts, we need to talk about it."

"What if it's too soon?" I say quietly. "I read all the time about how people who fall in love at a young age... how that when they get older, they both grow but they grow in two completely different ways. What if that happens to us? I don't want that to happen. I don't wanna be twenty four and divorced, you know?"

"I can't tell you or make a promise about what's going to happen in the future," he says. "But I can honestly tell you that I don't see us ever growing apart like that. I know it's common - I've read it too. You and I though... we're best friends. We talk every day. No matter what, we always communicate and we're always honest with each other. We've been close pretty much since the day we met. We've done nothing but grow together. "

I blink back the tears that are threatening to spill from my eyes as Harry wraps his arms around me. He pulls me on top of him and then brings my head down to kiss my nose.

"I really honestly believe that we'll be okay, Ave," he whispers. "But if you... if you feel that you're not ready... I'll wait as long as you need."

"I love you," I whisper back to him. "And I'm ready. Promise me one thing though, please? Promise me that you'll comfort me, calm me down, and that you won't let me try and back out. This is a huge step in our lives and I want to remember it for all the right reasons."

He gives me a small smile and nods. "I'm always here for you. That's something that will never, ever change. And I promise to make sure that you remember it for every single right reason. It's going to be perfect, Ava. I'm doing everything I can to make it absolutely perfect for you. I love you."

//

"Stop Harry. I'm not that hungry, it's fine."

"You should have told me that before we came here to get lunch," he says with a sassy tone. We were at Cafe Habana and he was harassing me for only ordering something small.

I pick up my glass and take a drink of water, ignoring his playful glare. He kicks me lightly under the table, a smirk threatening to take over his glare.

"I would barely call it lunch, honestly," I point out. "It is 2:30 in the afternoon. We ate breakfast at ten, still in bed."

"I'm glad we stayed in bed so long," he shrugs. "It's been awhile since we've been able to just lay there together and talk. It was so easy to do on tour, not so much anymore. Even when you were staying in London, I was gone so much. I'm sorry everything has been so hectic."

"Harry, you have nothing to be sorry about. You just filmed a movie with Christopher Nolan and other amazingly talented people. You're trying new things and doing what you love to do. Don't ever apologize to me for that. I get it."

He scoots over on the bench and wraps his arm around me. As he reaches forward to kiss my nose, I scrunch it up and turn away so he can't. Once a little pout forms on his lips, I fall forward and kiss his pout. As he pulls away, he smiles and then ends up connecting our lips again.

"I can't wait to see the movie," I admit quietly once I've pulled back a little. "I'm so proud of you, H."

"I can't wait for you to see it. You're gonna come to the premiere with me, yeah?"

"Of course I am, I wouldn't miss it. We're also buying a million copies of it once it's released on DVD."

"How about you and my mum split that? My mum said the same thing... I don't need two million copies of a movie that I'm in."

"And why not?"

"Because I'm not a narcissistic asshole? And because one is enough."

"One million? I'm not sure Anne will be pleased, but okay."

A deep sigh falls from his lips and I laugh as I lean into his side. I reach over and kiss his cheek as he's rolling his eyes at me. "One. One singular copy. All we need is one."

"You're gonna have to deal with this every day for the rest of your life," I repeat his own words from this morning into his ear in a whisper. "You sure you're up for it?"

He backs his head up so he can look at me. His forehead falls against mine and he mirrors my smile. "Yeah, I'm up for it."

//

not gonna lie this would have been done way sooner but when I was writing last night, ed sheeran's talented ass blew my mind and I got way distracted...and then when I was writing today I somehow ended up on club penguin for an hour (or more)?? I'm an adult I promise

thank you for 5k votes ily!!! ♡♡♡

also happy 2017! I can't wait for harry to kill me this year! (for real tho can he do something I am BORED)