There's No Place Else I Could Be But Here In Your Arms

Chapter Seven- The Reckless and the Brave

Chapter Seven: Long Live the Reckless and the Brave

*Months In Advance*

            “Liam, where are you taking me?” He led me through the airport, one of his hands over my eyes so I couldn’t see any of the signs. The Up All Night Tour was finished and our daughters were one now, and were just learning how to walk. We left them at home with both of their grandparents. It was very easy, and you didn’t really have to choose one set of grandparents over the other because, well, their grandparents just so happened to be neighbors. It worked out absolutely perfectly.

            Liam said he was taking me on a special holiday, but he wouldn’t tell me where. I was hoping maybe Paris, France. Then again, I don’t think Liam would be copying Louis, since he had chosen to take Eleanor to Nice, France. Zayn took his new girlfriend, Perrie somewhere as well, but lord knows where. He was so secretive, especially when it came to Perrie. Harry and Rachel finally fixed every single kink their relationship had and were back in London with Louis Harrison searching for their own flat. Niall, well, being Niall he went to Spain with a few friends.

            We entered the plane and got in our seats. I gave Liam a serious look and teased him. “Ok, Mr. Secretive. Tell me where you’re taking me. I can get very impatient on flights and you don’t want that, do you? Remember last time?”

            “Oh, don’t remind me.”

            “If you don’t tell me I think I just might.” I smirked at his terrified expression and he gave up.

            “Alright, alright, I’m taking you to India. I thought it would be quite the different experience, you know?”

            “Oh wow, that really is different. That’s so cool! We’re going to Asia! I’m going to Asia!” He laughed at my excitement and pecked me on the lips.

            “Happy One Year Anniversary!”

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            When we arrived in India it was almost like a dream. There were people at the airport to greet us. They handed me a beautiful set of clothes to wear as I stayed here. They said I didn’t have to, but most men in India prefer it because of specific rules. I didn’t mind it at all honestly, because I personally loved the type of clothing some Indian women wore.

            We checked into our hotel and I ran to the elevator, excited to get to the hotel room and try on my new clothes. Liam slowly chased after me, carrying our entire luggage. As we stepped into the elevator, there was traditional Indian music playing softly. India was so exciting, and we haven’t even been here an hour.

            I took the hotel card key and unlocked our door. I rushed into the bathroom and got into the clothes. They had given me a traditional Indian light blue skirt with a hot pink crop top. They also gave me this beautiful pink and light blue veil for my head. Wrapped in the veil were a few stick on jewels, which I gladly placed around my belly button. I checked myself out in the mirror and was pleased with who stared back at me. I also kicked off my shoes to make the full effect of the traditional Indian woman.

            Liam knocked on the door to check up on me. I gleefully opened the door and posed for him. “So, you like my new outfit?”

            “Wow, that’s pretty revealing…” I frowned a bit at his statement.

            “You don’t like it?”

            “I love it. Not because it’s revealing, I mean that’s a beautiful bonus, but because you make anything look good.” I blushed and kissed him on the cheek.         

            “You’re turn!” I pushed him into the bathroom and handed him a shirt I found in the hotel closet. The woman had also given us traditional male Indian clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom he posed like one of the Abercrombie and Fitch models, minus the fact he was actually wearing a shirt. I laughed and complimented him as he did me.

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*Harry’s POV*

            I cuddled Rachel into my arms. Louis was off taking a nap with his Uncle Louis in his room. Yeah that’s right; Louis Tomlinson was taking a nap with my toddler. Never thought that would happen. Rachel and I had tired ourselves out from our endless house hunting. She laced her fingers with mine and lay on top of my lap. She relaxed her head my chest and sighed heavily.

            “I know you did a lot of terrible things in the past, but I forgive you. Once your favourite member of a band, always your favourite guy I suppose.” She laughed at herself. I ran my thumb along her knuckle and laughed with her.

            “I was always your favourite member no matter what?”

            “Always, Harry Styles, always.”

            “Well, Rachel Styles, I believe I’m flattered. Now, when is this wedding we’re having? You’re pick I believe.”

            “Psht, please Harry. It’s Rachel Lewis. Although, I really do like the sound of Rachel Styles, don’t you?”

            “Love the sound of it, babe. Now, answer my question, silly! When’s the wedding?”        

            “You’ll be recording your second album soon won’t you? So then we should do it soon.”

            “We don’t have to wait on Louis anymore now that he’s been born. I promise I won’t get you pregnant beforehand like last time.” I kissed her forehead and stared up at the ceiling smiling like an idiot. Rachel Styles was the perfect name for her and I was sure of it. It sounded beautiful, looked beautiful, just everything was beautiful.

            “Can we skip all of the boring party stuff? Like, can we just get married? I want a ceremony of course, but not a stupid party like Clara had. It just takes so long. It’s not that it’s stupid I just don’t want to wait.”

            “Yeah, sure we can do that.”

            “Do we have enough time to do it this week?”

            “Yes, of course! Let’s do it! Let’s get married this week so that we can finally be a certified family. So that I can finally call you my wife and so that I no longer have to worry about you, because you’ll be by my side no matter what.”

            “I think it’s me who has to do the worrying, player boy.”

            “Hey, I’ve learned my lessons babe.” I tightened my grip around her and squeezed her tight. She leaned her head up and kissed the bottom of my chin.

            “I’d love to be called Mrs. Styles. But, before the wedding is there some way we can go and visit your mum? I’ve never met her before and she seems like such a babe!”

            “Your wish is my command.”