Virgin Mary

Holy Matrimony

Harry woke me up around ten. We had both gotten around seven hours of sleep and he had cereal and toast, peanut butter packets, blackberry yogurt and peach slices, apples and bananas, two juice pouches and a bottle of water waiting for me on the side table.

“What’s all this?” I asked lazily and he kissed me on the nose.

“Complimentary breakfast, couldn’t give it up.” He winked handing me the tray it was all on and slouching under the covers to join me.

That’s how we spent our morning .We laid in bed until one in the afternoon, cuddling and talking about the past few days while stealing kisses from one another. At one point I had given him another hand job, to which he had encouraged me and spoken about how much I had improved. It send a proud ripple through my veins. “We should probably turn our phones on then?” He asked and I cursed inwardly, completely forgetting my charger in our haste.

He, of course, had a perfectly nice black iPhone meanwhile I had a chunky silver block of a phone, which, yeah, the battery was dead.

“Fuck.” He cursed staring back at me and showing me the phone. My eyes scanned over the most recent bunch of messages, all of which were from Anne. “I’m just going to call her in the loo.” I nodded my head and then he was off in the bathroom.

I could hear his voice rising and licked out the contents of a peanut butter packet. Glancing at the side clock I noted that we still had a generous amount of time before we had to be at the wedding, meaning I should probably shower now.

Dragging myself out of bed and admiring the way Harry’s massive shirt still hung down on me, I waltzed over to the door. I could make out little snippets of the conversation – mum calm down, mum honestly, this was her choice, she deserves a vacation, I don’t give a fuck, alright, I love her, yes mum, okay, okay, okay, yeah, love you too.

I jolted back from the door and then he swung it open just as I had flopped back onto the bed. He was still dressed in tight black boxer briefs and a baggy white under shirt. I was trying to look casual but I’m sure I looked the opposite.

Love, love, love, I love her

I couldn’t stop the little giggle and burst of a smile when he glanced at me. “What’s got you all happy missy?” He asked eyeing me with fake suspicion.

“I’m really happy that we met.” I said through a massive smile. It was starting to hurt my cheeks.

“Me too.” He smiled back and knelt down in front of me on the side of the bed. “Hey, can I ask you something babe?” He cradled both of my hands in his and I waited for the words to fall from his perfectly plump lips. Surely he was going to ask me if I loved him. “What’s going to happen when you get back? I mean, your mum is going to have a fucking field day.”

My smile immediately dropped and I reared back on the bed a bit. I needed a tad bit of distance from him now that he hadn’t asked the question I had suspected. “Um…” I said hesitantly glancing down at our hands that were still intertwined. “Well, I’m moving out when I go to uni…” I said awkwardly.

I had never thought of how we’d make this work in the future, I just pictured it working. I hadn’t taken into account of his university – hell, I didn’t even know where he was going.

“What?” He asked springing upwards and effectively dropping my hands. “What – where – when – what?” He asked confused, running his hand through his hair and looking much more distraught than I would have predicted from my little announcement. He looked completely bewildered. “Fuck! Fuck! How come I haven’t asked you this yet?”