Ruffled ~ H.S

Thirty-Four

The soft morning sun shone on my face through a small gap in the drapes that were drawn across the glass sliding door in me and Harry's hotel room. My eyes fluttered open to slits and I broke out a soft smile at the sight of the welcoming sunlight.

I then let out a soft gasp as the realization suddenly hit me.

Oh my God.

It's my wedding day.

Me and Harry are getting married today.

I then excitedly turned to my other side – expecting to see Harry still sound asleep beside me, but my eyes had to widen slightly as I saw that his side of the bed was already made, and he was nowhere to be seen. However, one thing I did see was a little piece of paper on Harry's bedside table sitting next to a beautiful white rose that looked like it came from the bush outside on the balcony. Curious, I shuffled over to Harry's side of the bed and took the note from the table top – and I immediately felt a warm smile spreading across my face as I scanned my eyes across the paper.

Good morning, beautiful.

So sorry, had to get up before you since everyone says that I'm not supposed to see you today until you reach the altar. And besides – I was too eager to get out of bed and start getting ready for the wedding :)

I'm so damn impatient to see you in your wedding dress. Even more impatient to see you in all the Agent Provocateur stuff tonight ;) Oh, and I apologize in advance if what I did to your hair last night during that fantastic blowjob means you're gonna have to spend a while in the shower. I still regret nothing, though. And I know you don't, either.

Take care, my love. I can't wait to marry you.

I love you so much, darling. I'll see you soon.

H xx

I couldn't help chuckling fondly at his sweet letter.

Oh, Harry.

I can't wait to marry you, either.

I planted a warm kiss to the note before I reached out to take the rose from the table and bring it to my nose to give it a quick whiff – and I let out a dreamy sigh as the flower's sweet scent filled my nostrils.

"Time to get uuuuup!" A voice suddenly sang loudly as the doors to the hotel room suddenly flew open – making me jump and scream a little, "Get up, get up, get up, get – oh, you're up," Charlie said with a smile, "sorry, Deids. But Stella said that if you're not awake by quarter to eight I was to come barging into your room to be your alarm clock."

I chuckled softly. "It's OK, Charlie."

"What's that?" Charlie had noticed the letter and rose in my hands, "Did Harry leave you a note?"

"Mhmm. And a rose," I replied with a nod and a giggle.

"Can I read it?"

"Go right ahead," I held the note out to her – and she smiled before taking the piece of paper from my hands and scanning her eyes across Harry's words. However, she had only been reading for a few moments when her eyes suddenly widened.

"Oh my god, ew! You sucked Harry's dick last night?!" She gawped at me.

I laughed. "Why the hell are you surprised? By making me drink whiskey out of that stupid penis cup you made me want to suck his dick."

Charlie didn't say anything and only began to stick out her tongue and make retching noises – making me laugh even more.

"Come on, Char. As if you don't suck Niall's dick," I told her with a smirk.