Luna and the Moon [H.S]

75: paris, part 2

Harry was staring at me from across the hotel room. He was leaning against the windowsill, he had been so focused on staring out the window and admiring the busy streets of Paris beneath us he hardly heard me calling his name from the bathroom. I entered the main part of our room, standing in a short fluffy white towel that didn't even reach my knee. Honestly, I don't even think it's doing very much to cover my behind.

"You okay?" I asked, my fingers tightening their hold on the top of the towel. I really don't need this dropping to the ground and exposing myself.

"Yeah," he replied. His dark green eyes raked up and down my body, drinking me up like I was a tall glass of water. "What were you calling me for?"

"It doesn't matter," I shrugged, heading back into the bathroom and shutting the door again. I couldn't figure out how to make the shower hotter than it was, it was barely lukewarm, but after Harry failed to come in the first three times I called his name I just sucked it up and suffered the, basically, cold water. Harry has always started the showers for me everyday this week, but he was napping when I decided to take a shower so I had to try figure it out myself.

I dried my body and put my damp hair into a loose bun. I put on Harry's top, which I stole from the bedroom whilst he was napping, and I slid my underwear and leggings on too. Since I got pregnant, well realised I was pregnant, I feel like I've noticed my weight gain so much more. I eat more because I'm feeding for two so I'm naturally more hungry, I don't know if that's correct but I'm trying to make myself feel less beach-whale like.

Once I was back in the hotel room, I noticed Harry was in the same position as before, still staring out the window. I wonder how long I was showering for when Harry woke up from his nap. Distracted and unaware of my presence, I wandered over to where he stood, placing my hand on his bare arm. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black joggers.

"Harry what's going on with you?" I asked, quietly. He simply shrugged, muttering something I couldn't understand before slinging his arm over my shoulder and holding me against his side. I pressed my forehead to his collarbone, inhaling his scent. He smells like my vanilla scented body wash and his usual manly smell from his deodorant.

I let my fingers touch the stubble that was scattered along his jawline, feeling the way his jaw muscles tighten as I touched him. The thing with Harry is, sometimes he has so many different thoughts and opinions in his head, he just doesn't choose to voice them. I don't know why he is like that, but he always denies he is like that when I call him out on it.

The day had seemed to go on forever, tomorrow was our last full day here in Paris and we decided we would go to the Lourve Museum. We bought our tickets in advance, and I couldn't wait to go to one of the most famous museums in the world, in the city of love with my fiancé. It just sounded so unbelievable, like I really didn't expect to be in this country with Harry back when we first met. After that horrible party Harry dragged me to the day after my parents funeral, I really didn't think I would ever see him again. Yet, here we are, many months later. Unbelievable.

Harry turned to look at me, his fingers touching my hip underneath the top that was once over his body. I felt the chills from the cool air touch my hip as he continued lifting up the top to expose my skin. He took one step closer to me, both hands on my waist as he turned me so I had my back to the window. I shuffled backwards so I was now sitting on the edge of the windowsill, Harry's hand dipped between my thighs to push apart my legs giving him access to stand between them. I giggled when his fingers pressed into the skin on the bottoms of my thighs, hoisting my legs around his waist.

His smile met mine as our lips were pressed together, we weren't even kissing we just had our mouths pressed together. I pouted my lips, kissing his perfectly smily plump lips and feeling his lips kiss me back. It was soft, I could feel the stubble on his chin grazing my skin. My fingers ran up his t-shirt and I gently ran my fingernails over his neck, the goosebumps arose on his skin beneath my fingertips making me grin against his lips. Suddenly he pulled away, all to soon and making me pant. I'd have begged for more, but he started to speak.

"I want us to get married before the baby is born," Harry said suddenly. I heard a gasp echo around the room, only to realise the gasp was from me. I looked at him with wide eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights of a fast car. I didn't believe the words came out of his mouth. He wanted to wait a year until I was ready, I guess he's waited a few weeks and decided now that I'm nineteen, it can officially happen.

"You want to get married now?" I pushed myself off of the windowsill and stood in front of him, his hands to himself but I was itching to feel his hands back on my body.

"No, not right now. Not in Paris. I mean it's a cute idea, but I'd want my family there," he began. Facing me fully with his hands wrapped around my biceps as he spoke. "When we're back home, we can go to the registry office. My mum and Gemma will be there and we just get it done."

"But your mum bought me a dress, I can't wear that to a registry office Harry."

"Yes you can, so many people do it. I just want my mum and my sister there, unless you have people you want to invite?"

I felt sad, like a blow of hurt just punched me straight in the face and the pain settled deep in my chest. I had nobody, he knew that, but out of kindness he had to ask. But, it still hurt. "I don't have anybody, I just need you and your family."

"Then why don't we do it when we're back?" He said, I could feel the urgency in his voice. I almost wondered if he committed a crime and would need me to marry him ASAP and it was somewhat related, I shook my head at my thoughts and laughed a little. His hands trailed down my arms to entwine with my fingers, locking us together with his firm grip. "I just want to be able to call you my wife."

In that moment I knew I wouldn't regret the next thing I said. I looked up, our eyes meeting for what felt like the first time, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered so much I felt sick. "Okay."

His eyes almost bugged out of his skull, his dark pink lips parted and I could feel his breath fan against my face. "Are you serious? You actually want too?" I nodded, the smile on my face made my cheeks hurt. I was happy, I was so happy. "Luna!" He practically shrieked, dropping my hands so fast and wrapping his arms around my waist, hoisting me into the air as my arms tightened behind his neck. "I love you so much!" He breathed against my cheek. His lips touched my ear, I felt a shiver hurry down my spine.

I knew this was the right move, it felt so right for us to have a small intimate wedding. Me in the dress his mother purchased for me, his sister and mother sitting there watching us get married. I would finally be able to call him my husband. The sad part in all of this was that my parents and Robin wouldn't be there, they wouldn't see us kiss and the happy tears roll down my cheeks. They couldn't celebrate our love with us. But, I know they'll still be there, just unseen by Harry and I.

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A/N: vote and comment .

— we're nearly at the end of all the prewritten chapters, I think I might just do some epilogues instead along with the slightly different ending? if so, what epilogues would you want, Valentine's Day? Mother's Day? Flashbacks? Flash forwards???