If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 27

"So, wait... he said WHAT exactly???" Nichole drills as she takes another long drink of her gin martini that Aunt Jane made just moments ago. 

"He said 'the next time we come to this hotel, you'll have a different last name'." I hold my knees closer to my chest and find myself downing my martini. Even with her jaw on the floor, Aunt Jane doesn't leave my drink empty long. She grabs my glass and scurries over to the little bar up against the wall in the lounge. 

"Holy shit, Mel... he wants to wife your shit up." Nichole looks at me pointedly while it sounds like Aunt Jane is choking on her drink behind her. 

"Nichole, dear, must you be quite so crude?" She asks while still grinning lovingly at my best friend. 

"Well it's true, Aunt Jane! I think certain occasions demand some colorful language. And Jesus H.. This is some Nicholas Sparks shit. But like with a side of Christian Grey," Nichole winks. She fucking winks at me. Like I need my aunt knowing what goes on behind closed doors with me and Harry. 

"Shut it, Cole," I grunt out. 

"Oh, Amelia, I might like things on the proper side but I still know what goes on in the bedroom. Trust me, your Uncle Richard still has quite a few tricks up his sleeve." She all but swoons while me and Nicole are both genuinely terrified that she is about to elaborate. "Here, take this," she hands me my new martini. "Listen, dear. First, that boy is head over heels in love with you. I could see that the second I set eyes on him. I wish you could see how he looks at you whenever you're not paying attention.."

"RIGHT?! I'm glad I'm not the only one that's noticed," Nichole chimes in. 

"Right." Aunt Jane straightens her back a bit and looks at me seriously. "Secondly, if you do choose to keep going down this path with Harry, you need to be one hundred percent certain that you're in it for the long haul. Nothing with him is a footnote or single chapter in your book. You need to be sure that you're ready for a long and happy, albeit difficult at times, life with him. You two have only just scratched the surface of your story. Things have been easy." She clears her throat, "They won't always be. You're going to be tested, both of you. I know you've still been coasting on the fact that this is all still relatively new and everything has been a bit of a whirlwind. But you need to acknowledge that this is the real deal. Is that what you want?"

I just sit there for a few moments, soaking in everything Aunt Jane just said. I start processing my thoughts out loud after a while. "Am I ready for something so serious? I mean I've already told him I love him. We are happy. I'm happier than I've been in my entire life. Does it really take a certain amount of time before you're sure you are who you need to be with? I was with Zack for what seemed like forever, and no matter what I did or he tried to do, it never clicked for me. I think I thought this whole time that something was so very broken in me that it just wasn't in the cards for me to find someone to be with so completely. But Harry is different isn't he?" 

Nichole starts to answer my question before I interrupt her and continue my ramblings. "He's got gentle eyes. Like Uncle Richard. I never knew that was something I needed in a person before I met those two, the only two men to ever make me feel loved and safe and secure. How bizarre is it that I've gone through my entire life without that comfort and all at once I get to experience it. That's got to mean something, right?" I stop to chug the rest of my martini. 

My glass is quickly retrieved by Aunt Jane and refilled as my wheels just keep on spinning in my head.  "Plus, Harry is hot. I mean he is easily the most beautiful specimen ever created by God. Thanks God," I salute with my fresh martini as Aunt Jane hands it to me. "And good Lord the things he can do." I'd normally be blushing by now but my nerves and the buzz from the previous martinis have set in. "When he holds me, he doesn't just touch me. He feels me. It's like he wants us to feel each and every cell brush across each other. He takes care of me in the little ways I wouldn't expect anyone else to notice. When we were in the hotel, he called down to concierge as soon as he stepped into the bathroom because the shampoos and body washes they stocked were strawberry. He knows I'm allergic and even though I'm sure they were totally safe, he didn't want to risk it." 

I start giggling after that. All I can picture is the look on the little bellhop's face when he brought up the replacements. I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure that he was a huge One Direction fan. I recognised the reaction to meeting Harry as the same one teenage girls have when we are out in a shop or cafe. He's so good with his fans. And my family. He's just good. God, I love him. 

"I wanna marry Harry Styles one day," I say like it's the most obvious statement in the world. 

"We know, babe," Nichole replies, holding her glass to the air.

"Oh, Amelia. Of course you do, darling. And he couldn't have found a more beautiful, kind, incredible woman to someday call his bride," Aunt Jane joins in, also raising her glass. "This is to you, my lovely. May these next few months bring you all the happiness you can handle."

I shake away the tears escaping my eyes. "Happiness for all of us, together," I say, raising my glass to theirs and smile at each of them. "I love you two so much." We all drink and laugh. 

"How do we always get so damned emotional? Let's get back to the juicy stuff!" Nichole breaks through the emotion and we spend the next hour and a half drinking martinis and gossiping about everything under the sun until Uncle Richard finally gets home and orders us all to the kitchen for some concoction from Anna that will ensure we are hungover tomorrow. He sends us to bed with dinner on trays so that we can begin sleeping off the gin.  

Nicole finishes her dinner in record time and is snoring before I can even move to set our trays on the end table over in the sitting area of my suite. I love my best friend but I sure will be glad when her rooms are ready. 

I curl up into my bed and decide to check my phone, only to find one missed call and three text messages from Harry. 

Hey baby girl. I tried to call but I figure you're catching up with Nic and Aunt Jane. I hope you're not telling them EVERYTHING ;)  xxH

Unless it's about what I said when we were leaving the hotel. That bit's okay to share. I need them on my team. xxH

I miss having you close to me in bed. I don't sleep well without you anymore. We need to come up with a better system. xx H

I giggle to myself before typing back. 

Sorry I missed you, baby. We were downstairs having girl talk. Many martinis were had. I think Uncle Richard attempted to chastise us before Aunt Jane looked up at him with that drunken twinkle in her eyes. He's def getting laid tonight ;)  xxA

At least someone is :( xxH

Aww... Pouty Harry has come out. Did I not take good enough care of you this weekend? :) xxA

Oh you did, gorgeous. You did. I just find myself missing your particular care whenever you walk out of my arms. xxH

I'd live in your arms if that were an option. xxA

Dear god that was cheesy. xxA

I'm rubbin' off on you, Mia. Better watch it or you'll be telling knock knock jokes at the next charity function ;) xxH

When can I see you? xxH

Ha. Ha. -Tomorrow? Come here for lunch and we can plan out the week. xxA

In that case, lets go to sleep now so it will be tomorrow sooner. xxH

See... so much cheese. I love it. I love you. Goodnight, Haz xxxxxA

All for you. Goodnight, my angel. I love you. Sweet dreams xxxH

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*A*N*

Hey guys. Don't hate me. I'm not promising to be back for good. But I'm gonna try. Love you <3

-Jess