trepidation | h.s

part five

Lydia Styles

My sneaker covered feet step into the grand rental house that Harry managed to grab for us last minute.

Rented under an alias, of course.

The bottom of my shoes tap along the tile while I take in my surroundings in awe.

A fluffy white rug sat in the centre of the main room, a couch upon it and a flat screen television in front, on the wall.

To my right, was a marble kitchen with a chandelier above the dining table.

"Jesus, Harry. How much did you spend on this?" I question as I walk around the extravagant house.

"We had enough, I promise." he chuckles while setting our bags down next to the two large front doors.

The house was set on a hill that overlooked a quiet body of water. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before and I definitely felt a little out of place.

But I guess that's the point of 'getting away'.

I wander past the threshold between the dining room and the living room, seeing a stairway occupied with sleek wooden steps.

My feet travel up each step until I'm met with the top level of the house. First there was a whole other sitting room, much like the one downstairs but slightly smaller, and a huge window that brought the sunlight in and casted it all over the room, leaving no need for artificial light at all.

I walk down the hall, seeing multiple open doors...one of them being the guest room.

I finally got to the master bedroom, my eyes widening at the size of it.

The bed itself was huge, with rich silk white sheets covering it and a gold painted headboard.

There was a tv, a window covered with white curtains, and a dresser. It was all the basic necessary items for a bedroom, just...richer.

"Babe, come down here." I hear Harry call from the main level, making me snap out of my starstruck trance and turn back around, heading in his direction.

I walk back down the stairwell and through the main living room to find my husband in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of champagne for us.

I furrow my brows with a slight head tilt. "You don't even like champagne." I chuckle softly as I speak.

I distinctly remember the first time he tried it. It was a few months after we met, at one of Louis' parties. The moment the drink reached his tongue, his nose scrunched up and his lips puckered as if he had tasted the sourest, most rotten lemon on planet earth.

His lips curl into a smirk as he fills the two delicate glasses.

"I figured I'd give it another try considering we're on vacation." he looks up from the drinks at me and sets the bottle of alcohol down, grabbing the two glasses and walking around the kitchen counter.

He hands one to me, putting his hand on the small of my back as he walks us over to the couch.

We sit across from eachother, each of us on one end of the piece of furniture. I put my legs up and extend them across the length of the couch, resting my feet on top of his thighs.

Harry rests his hand on my leg, rubbing it gently and looking around the room with his wandering eyes.

"It's a lot bigger than I expected." he mumbles.

"I love it. It's perfect." I smile before I take a sip from the bubbling drink in my hand.

Harrys eyes land back to mine and he smiles as well. "I'm glad."