The Succession: Sequel To The Passage (h.s.)

Chapter Eleven

Willow's POV

Harry sweeps me into the corridor leading to the garden. I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle into his chest. "We did it Willow, you're mine." 

One hand wraps behind my neck to pull my body closer and the other hand cups my cheek, he kisses me hungrily with no intention of letting me go. My mind and body are positively buzzing with excitement. This is a high I don't ever want to come down from. 

"Oh my god I love you so much."

I lean back to take a breath and giggle quietly. 

"I love you too, but be careful of the makeup and hair. Sam and your mum will kill you if you mess it up." My orders only make him kiss me harder.

"I dare them to try and stop me." He teases.

"Whoa. baby hold on. Can I just look at you for a minute?" He pauses to grant my request. "You look amazing Harry, you're like a prince. This suit is so regal."

"I'm glad you think so. Louis told me that it looks like scrap from an upholstery shop. It's a Gucci suit for god's sake." His looks a little dejected.

"Don't worry about Lou, you know how he likes to give you a hard time."

"I know, but I was a little worried you wouldn't like it."

"You worried yourself for nothing, because I love it. I'm a very lucky woman, my husband looks good in anything he wears."

"I must say you look a Greek goddess, and you're mine now." 

He beams while continuing to repeat that I'm his, just to reiterate that I'm no longer his girlfriend or fiancé, now I'm his wife.

"I've always been yours baby." 

My hands slide underneath his suit jacket so I can I draw lazy figure eights on his back with my fingertips. It's a comforting feeling for both of us, a symbol of our commitment to one another from the very beginning until the end of time.

"I know darling, but now I can call you my wife."

"Yes you can call me your wife whenever and wherever you like. So Mr. Styles, I can't believe how many times you brought tears to my eyes during the ceremony." 

I swat him on the shoulder for making me cry in front of everyone. I hesitate just a moment before looking into his eyes, I'm preparing myself to share my sincere declaration. 

"The rings for the girls, and what you said to them; it means so much. I'll never forget the smiles on their faces. Thank you Harry, for all of it."

"No need to thank me, you've given me so much. So many priceless gifts, but the most import is a family that I'm honored to be a part of. Your husband loves you endlessly." 

His stare is reaching deep into my soul, expressing his undeniable sincerity. I smile wildly, the sound of him calling himself my husband makes my heart flutter.

"I like the sound of that, my husband loves me, eh?" I bite my lip to prevent squealing like a schoolgirl. "Well I hope you know how much your wife loves you too." 

I stand on my tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss on his pillowy lips. I reluctantly pull away, only because I know we have people waiting for us. 

"I hate to end this moment, but we should get to the reception before everyone thinks we've disappeared on them. I can imagine Louis getting antsy and telling everyone the story about our disappearance at your birthday party."

His eyes turn yet another shade of green, this time it's juniper. They turn this color when he panics. 

"Oh my god you're right, that could be a disaster. I really don't want my mum or my sister to hear that story. There's nothing more awkward than your family hearing stories about your sex life." Brushing some stray hairs behind my ear, he pouts at me like a small child. "I really want to take you back to our room right now and make love to you all night."