Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

Chapter 30

the morning after ;);) lol Harry pov: I woke up to my gorgeous wife sleeping peacefully next to me. She was clad in one of my jumpers she found on the floor late last night. She had taken all the blankets off the heart shaped bed and had them wrapped around her. I fixed the boxers that had been twisted around over the night. I carefully got out of the bed and ordered room service. I was standing and talking to the French man in the best French I could ordering our breakfast. Finally I managed to get it and I hung up. I turned the television on and sat down. I got up to pee and when I came out Ashton was rubbing her eyes at the door. “Did you order room service ma’am?” He asked. “Probably.” She mumbled. “Is all of this for you?” Ashton shook her head. “Are you in this big room by yourself?” He asked. “No, my husband is with me. Will you shut up and give me my food already? I’ll be back with the money.” I laughed at her grumpiness. I walked over and handed the guy money. “It’s a honeymoon suite for a reason, lad.” I said nodding my head and closing the door. “Were you in the bathroom?” She asked hugging me. “Yeah, why’d you answer the door?” “He was pounding on the door and woke me up. Arsehole..” I laughed and kissed her head. “Hungry?” I asked. She nodded. “Can I go back to sleep after we eat?” She asked lightly. “Of course.” I smiled. Mornings weren’t ever her thing. She’s usually grumpy and her eyes are halfway open. Her hair was a mess and usually she wore my clothes to bed. She was plain adorable. We sat at the table and picked through the food. Once we were done I sat on the bed and covered my legs up. Ashton put her head on my lap and wrapped her arms around me. She closed her eyes and I looked at the brochure. After an hour of planning our day I sent Ashton to the shower and put clothes out for her. Once she came out I got in. By the time I got out she was straightening her hair and I had to put socks on. I put my boots on and pulled a beanie over my head. I tossed Ashton one that she put on her head. She shoved gloves in her jacket pocket and we walked out. The weather wasn’t that cold, but the beanies were still necessary. I held her hand and called for a taxi. Once it arrived I told the man where to go. “French is oddly sexy when you use it.” Ashton winked. I laughed. We were taken to a local park and I paid the man. I smiled once we got out. It was beautiful. We walked hand in hand silently for a while, until we sat down near a water fountain and Ashton laid her head on my shoulder. “You do so much for me. I’m so grateful for you.” Ashton said quietly. “I’m grateful for you too.” I smiled. “No, I mean like everything you do. I feel bad cause I haven’t done anything so far and you just keep giving me things and treating me like I’m a princess.” She laughed. Ashton pov: “I’m suppose to do everything for you. You are a princess.” He emphasized “are” and I got butterflies in my stomach. I smiled. “You’re my prince, then.” I said shyly. He smiled and kissed my forehead. “I’m glad it’s so peaceful. No fans interrupting. No paparazzi watching our every move. No one knows where we’re at. Public wise. Of course family and friends know. No one else.” Harry explained. I smiled. I stood up. “Tag. You’re it.” I tapped his shoulder giggling like a child and ran off. “I’ll get you!” He yelled after me chasing me across the park. “Ashton!” He yelled and I laughed. I took a sharp turn and hid. “Ashton Styles get your lovely bum over here.” He walked around the corner and I jumped out in front of him. “Say it again.” I said. “Ashton Styles get-” I smiled. “Ashton Styles. I just love saying it. I love hearing it.” I smiled widely. Harry grinned and squeezed my hips. “Me too.” He pecked my lips. We walked a while longer until we found a cute little coffee shop. We walked in and Harry ordered me to sit down. He came over with my favorite and sat in front of me. I smiled. “Mm, this is even better when it’s French.” Harry laughed at me. “Try it!” We exchanged drinks. His was good, not better than mine. “I’ve had better.” He joked and I giggled. Harry loved pumpkin spice lattes but never admitted it to anyone but myself. He can’t risk being unmanly. I had laughed every time he said it. We decided to walk around again with our warm drinks in our hands. I let go of his hand to throw my drink away and Harry was about to run into a pole. “Harry!” I sprinted and grabbed his shoulders spinning him around. “Watch where you’re walking. You about smacked your face.” I laughed. He blushed. He threw his drink away. His phone rang. Once he pulled it out of his pocket I realized that it was the first time we’ve talked to someone since we’ve been here. I laughed to myself and Harry led me to a small table. It was quiet in this part of town and he put it on speaker. “It’s my mum.” I nodded. “Hi Anne.” I smiled. “Hi love! How is Paris you guys?” I glanced at Harry and smiled. “Amazing. It’s like luxury everything here. Our bed is shaped like a heart. French is the best language ever.” I said with a giggle. “So, I was just informed by your mum, Ashton, what I said at the reception. I am so sorry.” She laughed. Harry looked at me and we laughed with her. “Apparently I have no filter when I’ve had a few drinks. So, uh, yeah, sorry.” She laughed. “No, it’s fine. We were entertained.” Harry said. “Hey! So, have any good food?” She asked. “The coffee and stuff is amazing here. Not sure how it’s different but I love it. Food is great.” Harry said. “Well, I hope you guys have fun! Make sure you go on the Eiffel Tower! Promise to take pictures there?” “Yes mum.” Harry said. “Okay. Love you guys! Bye bye!” We said goodbye and Harry hung up. “Your mother is great.” I laughed. “I want to see her drunk all the time.”