Forever And Always - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter Twenty Nine

Your POV

"For the very first time, I'd like to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Harry Styles!" the DJ calls. Everyone stands up as we walk in, an orchestra of applause as Harry and I look around the room of smiling people. Hand in hand we walk to our table at the front of the room where we sit with the bridal party and groomsmen. Harry and I wanted to keep the reception as low key as possible, only 150 of our closest friends and family invited.

"Where did you two go? You were gone for a while." Eleanor leans in to whisper with a wink.

"Shut up! It's not like that." I laugh at her. "We just went for a stroll down the beach." I continued.

"So you've been gone for over an hour, by yourself with Harry and you expect me to believe you just went for a walk?" she laughs, sarcasm evident. I just laugh it off, turning back to Harry, as his grip on my upper leg tightens. Right now, I feel like I'm living a dream. I'm sitting next to my husband, carrying our beautiful baby that's expected in only a month and I'm surrounded by loving family and friends. I honestly feel like I'm living on cloud nine. The affect Harry has on me is indescribable and I'm just so fortunate to be spending the rest of my life with him by my side.

"What are you thinking about, my gorgeous wife?" Harry smirks, as he sees me staring into the distance.

"Just how lucky I am." I smile, cupping my hands to his chin, pulling him into a passionate kiss. "I love you so much Mr. Styles." I say, a grin unable to surpass my lips.

"And I love you too Mrs. Styles. Forever and Always." he winks, pulling me in for another kiss. As our lips move in sync, his hands rubbing my sides soothingly we get interrupted by a waitress serving the entree.

"Sorry ma'am." she said as Harry and I broke away, her hand placing the plate down in front of me. She then places Harry's meal in front of him, swiftly walking away once she's finished.

"So wifey? Do you think you can cook things like this for me every night?" he winked. I smiled up at him, still not used to him calling me his wife.

"We'll see." I smiled up at him, my lips meeting his in a quick yet lustful kiss.

After we finished our first meal, guests started to mingle and the volume of chatter in the room was gathering. Harry decided this was a perfect opportunity to greet some of the guests as he held his hand out, eagerly awaiting mine.

"Mrs. Styles, would you care to join me?" he asked. I placed my hand in his as he helped me get out of my seat, which I will admit is rather difficult when you have a tummy the size of Alaska. Harry lead us in the direction of the table where both of our parents sat.

"(Y/N), darling, you look absolutely beautiful. I couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous daughter-in-law." Anne smiles down at me. I smile back at her.

I can feel Harrys eyes staring into me the whole time. I playfully elbow him in the ribs as his hand drops from my waist to my bum, giving him an evil stare.

"Harry stop! Not in front of your mum!" I say warningly in his ear. As I look back up to Anne I can see Harry smirking cheekily in the corner of my eye.

"(Y/N) it's fine." Anne laughs. "It is your wedding day after all." My face burns a bright red at her comment. Harry just laughs, placing his hand back on my bum. Anne starts laughing too, giving harry and I kiss on the cheek and sitting back in her seat.

"Honestly Harry." I laugh at him, still a little embarrassed his mother caught us. He just smiles innocently, leaning down, his lips linked to mine as we share a passionate kiss. "You're lucky I love you." I smirk as we pull away. "...a lot." he just smiles, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me in as close as possible.