I glanced over at Harry as we sat under the cabana. He was wearing a white polo, denim jeans, and his sunglasses were covering his green eyes. He was staring down at his phone screen, checking twitter mentions. We had just gotten checked into our honeymoon suite and he wanted to do something nice for me. After some debate, we settled on a quiet boardwalk restaurant. As I looked out, I could see the waves crash against the shores. Harry smiled at me when he looked up from his phone and laughed.
"Check this out," he smirked, holding up his phone that displayed a message from Louis.
xTake it easy on her, Haz ;) -Louisx
I giggled at how cheeky Louis could be, but the more I thought about it, the more it scared me. Harry and I had dated for three years before we got married and everytime he would come on too strong, I would remind him that I wanted to save myself for marriage. He respected that, but it was obvious that he still had his fantasies about it. Well... now we were married. I had no doubt in my mind that now that we were married, he would want sex. I had a strong feeling that he'd want it tonight. I knew he wanted to, but I also knew he wouldn't force me if I was uncomfortable. I felt my stomach get queasy and I squirmed nervously in my seat.
"Y/N?" Harry spoke lightly. He placed his hand over mine and rubbed it lightly. "Are you okay?" He looked sincerely into my eyes, a hint of worry in them.
"Yeah," I lied. I saw the waitress come in our direction. "There's the food," I said, trying desperately to change the subject.
He scanned my face and let out a soft sigh. "I love you so much, y/n. You know that, right?"
I let out a shaky breath. "I know, and I love you too, Haz."
Harry looked me up and down again, then at the waitress that had reached our table. "Check please," he asked. She gave him a strange look, but nodded. I couldn't blame her. She hadn't even delivered all of our food yet.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked once she had brought the bill. He stayed silent and pulled out his wallet, placed the money in the small folder, and stood from his seat.
"Come with me," he said gently, getting up and holding out a hand for me. I felt my heart beat a thousand miles per hour. He must've seen the uncertainty in my eyes, because the next moment he was in front of me, holding me, lips pressed to my forehead. "Don't worry, we're just going to the beach, yeah?" I let out a breath I had been holding in and nodded. I gained the courage to take his hand in mine and we began to walk side-by-side down the boardwalk. We began descending the steps and I could feel the sand seep around my flip flops.
"Here," he said, sitting in the sand that lined the shore. He patted the area next to him and I sat close to him, in my own secluded sort of way. "Come here," he said, wrapping his one arm around my waist and pulling me into his side. I breathed in the scent of his cologne and relaxed in his arms. I loved it when he held me like this and he knew it. "We're going to talk, y/n," he said softly. "I know what's wrong, but you need to know that there's nothing to be afraid of. Tell me what you're afraid of."
I turned my gaze and took a shaky breath. "Lots of things, I guess. What if I don't compare? You've been with other girls before that knew what they were doing and I'm just me. Then, I'm afraid that it's going to hurt or be really uncomfortable. What if I'm just not good enough?"
Sympathy flickered in his eyes and he lightly grabbed my chin to make me look at him. "Love, you could never not make me happy, whether it's in sex or in life, you will always make me happy. When I met you, YOU made me happy. When we were dating, it was YOU that made me happy. When you agreed to marry me, YOU made me happy. When you were walking down that aisle, YOU were to reason for the smile on my face, because through all of these moments all I could think about was how LUCKY I was and how UNDESERVING I was to have you. You were beautiful enough to accept my flaws, and I'm willing to accept yours, but I know that won't be a problem because you're perfect in every way, shape, and form. I love you with all of my heart and being, y/n."
