The Contract

04.5

A/N: So this chapter is pure smut. It doesn't advance the plot in any way, so if you don't feel like reading, that's fine, you won't have missed anything. Just thought I would give Gee & Harry some alone time since they did just get married. ;)

I'm 24 years old.

I'm married to Harry Styles.

What?

"Do you feel any different?" I asked Harry once we had gotten back to our house in London. Our house. Even that felt weird. The whole thing was a huge adjustment.

Our flight had landed almost two hours ago and it was nearly midnight by the time we got home. I was dreading the morning.

Harry glanced over at me as he put the suitcases down and shut the front door. "What do you mean?"

"Like, different? Does it feel any different?" I asked again. Almost hesitant to say the words as if I would wake up and it all would have been a dream. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing because then we wouldn't have the Kendall situation to deal with.

"Does what, Gee? I don't know what you're talking about, you'll have to be more specific," he snapped.

I flinched at his harsh tone. "Never mind." Maybe now wasn't the time to talk about it.

His features softened as he registered how his words had instantly shut me down. "I'm sorry, love. I'm just.. My mind is a thousand places right now."

I nodded. "It's okay, I understand. I'll unpack our stuff." I went and grabbed our suitcases and began to drag them upstairs to the bedroom.

I got about four stairs up when they were taken out of my grasp and carried the rest of the way up by Harry. He set them down in the bedroom after I followed him up the stairs. I moved to go to lay the case down but he stopped me, grabbing my hand in his and leading me to the bed, sitting us down.

"It does and it doesn't. It's surreal, you know? I'm almost afraid I'm going to wake up and it's all going to be a dream but I don't want it to be a dream because despite everything else that's going on, I've never been happier. I've always known - well hoped for a long time, but more recently I've known I would end up marrying you. I just didn't think it would happen the way it did and so fast. But I don't regret it. Do you?"

I shook my head. "No, not at all. I wouldn't change a thing about it."

He scoffed. "I'm sure it's not the wedding of your dreams. I promise one day I'll give you that. We can have a big ceremony and you can have a white dress and five cakes and exotic animals if you want. Hell, you can spend a million pounds if you want. I don't care. Whatever makes you happy."

"Harry," I said softly. I reached up to cup his cheek and brushed his lips with my thumb. "I don't need any of that. I never gave much thought to a wedding because I didn't think I would ever want to be married but if I did it would be a small wedding."

That made him chuckle. "I would say ours was pretty small."

I smiled at the memory of how small - and tacky - it had been. But none of that really mattered because I married my best friend. "I don't care about any of that. Honestly. I think though, yeah, one day it will be nice to have a small ceremony with our family and friends but for now a silly title doesn't matter. We've been through so much, is it selfish I just want to enjoy this for us for a while?"

Harry shook his head no. "Not at all. I feel the same way. I'm going to give you a proper honeymoon too and a ring and everything. Gosh. We really did this backwards didn't we?"

I laughed. "Yes, we did. But honestly, Harry. We can wait a while. We are so young now. We will figure that all out in the future. When the time is right. We will both know when that is."