Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 19 ♥

I am terribly sorry for the long wait! I've been busy these days because I'm arranging some important matters since I'd be transferring to a university this June and I've been attending practices and such for music ministry so yeah.. My summer is filled. And early apologies, the next update would take quite longer than this chap did because I'd be out of town for four days( May 22-25), I will be on camping with my community. I do hope you understand guys and I'm so thankful for your continued support for this fanfic =) 

Thanks a bunch and happy reading! 

XOXO

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CHAPTER 19: AND I FELT MY RESPIRATORY SYSTEM UNDERGOING A MALFUNCTION FOR THE LONGEST OF TIMES

We're finally here! 

I immediately turned off the car and got out to mesmerize the beauty of Monte Carlo. I am standing in front of the vast vicinity of Hotel de Paris. Valets and chauffeurs are everywhere – helping out tourists and guests to their hotel. People who clearly belongs to the upper classes of society flooded the grounds. French people really have a thing for hats, don't they? Oh and scarfs too. 

“You like it here?” Louis whispered on my ear, pulling me back against his chest. I inhaled his scent that fortunately reached my nose – lavender. He really didn't buy his own mint shower gel. Screw him. 

But I like it that he's using my shower gel. It makes me feel like we're bound as one. 

Well technically we are. So yeah. 

“Louis I never got to say thank you for this honeymoon trip. I didn't expect my dreams to come true at this certain age of mine,” I breathed out. He needed to know that I am so grateful for him. For showing me the wonders of the places we've been to. 

He kissed the top of my head and I turned around to face him, his hands moved their way to cup my face. With his other hand, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. He had the most amazing smile I've ever seen through out the entire male population – I'm not kidding. It's like I still can't sink in to my core that Louis is so beautiful and that this strikingly gorgeous guy before me is my husband – whom I've grown attached to. 

The feeling is scary. What I felt about Ryder was nothing like this. It wasn't this quirky, but with Louis – everything was just mind-boggling all at once. 

And I don't understand why.

 I shouldn't be comparing right? But I can't help it. I mean, put yourself in my shoes. It really feels different between the two guys that I just can't ignore the difference.