"Iz... Izzy... baby, we're here."
I woke at the feel of Harry shaking me gently, his hand wrapped around my upper arm as I laid horizontally against the window of the car.
"What time is it?" I mumbled, rubbing at my eye as I tried to force myself awake.
"Just after midnight." he said lowly, to which I groaned sleepily; "C'mon. If we check in quickly, you can head straight to bed..."
"I need a shower, first." I yawned, "I feel disgusting."
"You look beautiful. And smell it, just for the record."
I smiled at him, brushing my hair back messily.
"Messy hair, cheeks that are red raw, eyes that are glassed over because of the amount of tears I've cried, dirty clothes, the ugly crying- are you sure you'd still call this beautiful, Harry?"
"The most beautiful girl in the world." Harry cut across, his curled hands now removing themselves away from his steering wheel and heading towards my way; "Nothing will ever change that, even the so called ugly crying." he said, making me smile softly.
The fluttering in my belly was moving more evidently as he stroked my cheek gently.
"Only a special kind of boy can love a girl's ugly crying," I smirked at him, my hand touching the back of his; "I love you, Harry."
"I'll take the good with the bad, Izzy. I'll take one for the team." he smiled, his eyes now focusing on my lips as his breathing got a little heavier; "I love you too, Iz."
"Thank you, for today." I whispered, almost guiltily, "You've been... amazing, and-" I stammered, almost losing it again.
"Hey, hey, it's okay-"
"No, I need to tell you, Harry." I pushed through, taking a deep breath; "I need to get this off my chest. I'm so grateful that I have you... you've kept me busy today, you've let me cry, you've been there for me in ways I can't even explain... and now you've done all this because I couldn't face going back to Gran's house. You have no idea how much this means to me, Harry. Thank you."
"Baby, you're so welcome." he whispered gently, a short but sweet smile coming across his perfect face that gleamed under the street light of the car park; "C'mon. Let's get inside, yeah? I'll rustle something up to eat while you're in the shower."
I nodded, my hand still clutching at his before he gently stroked the skin under my eye with his thumb.
I smiled tearfully, before turning and pulling at the handle to open the car door, stepping out onto the gravel in the car park of Kaowood Country Park- Woodland Lodges.
Perfect.
Woodland Lodges offered the perfect retreat for a relaxing break in a choice of detached lodges sleeping 2-8 persons.
Set within 15 acres of idyllic woodland, Harry had decided on the stunning park because it was a haven for wildlife and boasted woodland walks, a pond and picnic area- not to mention it was peaceful and full of serenity.
Something I desperately needed right now.
The base we were staying in also gave me the chance to show Harry the many delights of West Wales, including the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park and the breath-taking views and scenery of the Brecon Beacons National Park.
I had never been here before as it was always a place I thought that you would share with your loved one, but now as I stood on the noisy gravel beneath my feet, I stared at the woodland around me and came face to face with the reception hut that had extremely low lighting and a beautiful setting around the entire wooden building.
It was just breath-taking to look at, and I might have been biased, but I had always maintained that Wales was just as beautiful as countries such as New Zealand for example.
I had told Harry before in a previous conversation about the certain hotspots here in general, and he had always said that he would love to check them all out if we could.
And thanks to a late night phone call and a huge tip that Harry had instructed to be added onto our bill because of the late night check in, we were here.
The lodge we were staying in were simply just for two people, and was pretty secluded in a gorgeous setting, complete with picturesque scenery and a bubbling stream- which meant great news for us because of Harry.
As much as I needed the space to breathe and get my shit together, he didn't need the stress of being spotted either, so it was perfect for the both of us.
With everything that had happened the last couple of days, I just wanted peace and quiet to gather my thoughts together.
I couldn't go back to Gran's house just yet and I was no way ready to go back to London either.
"I called Phoebs while you were asleep too," Harry said, lifting our overnight bag from the boot of his car; "I told her, so you didn't have to. She sends her love and will call you tomorrow. Mum called too, she's... devastated for you. Said she's always on the end of her phone if you need her."
I pressed a smile, nodding.
"Thanks, H." I replied with a whisper, taking another look around; "It's so quiet here."
"And it's exactly what you need," he said, shutting the boot door slowly, careful not to make much noise; "I have to say, from what we saw in the car, Carmarthenshire seems pretty beautiful."
I smiled.
"Did you know it's also known as the Garden of Wales?" I asked, as Harry shook his head; "Carmarthenshire is not just home to our National Botanic Garden, but it also houses Aberglasney Gardens- our equivalent to the Lost Gardens of Heligan only on not quite such a large scale."
"I love how proud you are of Wales and your Welsh history." he smirked at me, "I actually did a bit of research myself earlier before booking the place."
"Oh yeah?"
"Hmm," he murmured, wrapping his arm around the middle of my back; "Google is a fabulous invention, don't you think?"
I couldn't help but laugh.
"What would you do without your bloody apps and google, Harry?"
"Probably suck at Welsh history and learning about my woman's heritage."
"Hmm." I snickered, "So what did you find out?"
"Well," Harry began, "Carmarthen is the county's principal town and is the county's second largest town with a population of just under 16,000 people. Also, it serves a large community of farmland surrounding it's edges, and the town actually originated from a Roman settlement and a Roman amphitheatre remains just off Priory Street. The town lays claim to being the oldest in Wales."
"You have been a busy boy," I smirked at him, wrapping my own arm around his waist; "Well, we've got lots to do anyway... as well as the lovely inland countryside, Carmarthenshire also has a good coastal stretch which is home to Cefn Sidan beach, and if you want to go on one of your fitness bouts, just behind the beach is Pembrey Country Park."
"I won't be going anywhere without you, Izzy." he said softly, his cold lips pressing lightly against my warm forehead; "Unless you want the space, but I'm going nowhere without you."
I smiled, unable not too.
"I don't really care if you just want to stay in the lodge," Harry said, "We'll do whatever you wanna do, Iz. No pressure. I just want to take care of you."
I really had struck gold with him, seriously.
"You're doing a grand job so far, Harry."
"Good." he smiled, "I'm really glad I did do some research on the place though, it seems amazing here... and secluded too, which is really good-"
"For the both of us, yeah."
"The lodges are apparently well equipped too, Iz. We have all the kitchen utensils that we will need and there is an oven, hob and a microwave. I don't think we'll need them, but a iron and an ironing board can be borrowed from reception... we have a dining area, and a TV and DVD player in the living room, plus there's washing up liquid, a few dishwasher tablets, dish cloth, tea towel, bin bag, and a toilet roll included to get us started. I wasn't sure how long you wanted to stay, so I just said yes to everything. Oh, and I brought your hair dryer too and some towels because they don't include them, they're all in the overnight bag."
"You did do your research." I smirked at him, leaning into him as he walked us towards the reception.
"I just wanted somewhere you could relax and get your head together after all of this, Iz. A bit of us time too, I guess..." Harry said, "Plus, like I said if you didn't want to leave the lodge, we also have our own sauna and stuff... so we can completely lock ourselves away and just relax."
I paused, raising my eyebrow at him a little, "I'm impressed."
"You are?" he asked, as I nodded, "Nothing is ever too much for you, Izzy. We can do whatever you want for the next three days, or longer if you want to stay here. I just have to let the owners know."
Honestly, he took my breath away without even realising.
"I don't know how I lucked out on you Harry, but I thank God everyday that I did." I whispered, "And I'm really impressed that you definitely learned and researched your history about this place too."
"Being with a Welsh girl does that to you." he said amusingly.
"Hmm, that doesn't mean I'll be clamming up my Google search engine on my phone with researches of places close to Holmes Chapel... you being English and all that will definitely effect my phone."
"Cheeky." he muttered with a smile, "I'm glad you're like this..."
"Like what?"
"Like this," Harry clarified, "With me... you're not pushing me away and you're having banter, like we always do... nothing's changed."
I smiled, sighing softly.
"Nothing will ever change, Harry. And I could never push you away, you're the only one keeping me sane through this nightmare."
Harry smiled, almost a little awkwardly, before turning towards the receptionist to check us in.
"Hi, the name of the booking is Mick and Sarah Green."
I stared at Harry incredulously, just as the receptionist did the exact same thing.
"What?" Harry said innocently, with a shrug, "It's my tour fake name."
"Oh my God, you're... Harry Styles." the receptionist whispered, "Harry bloody Styles is in Carmarthenshire."
I smirked, sucking my upper lip inwards in an attempt to stop myself from laughing.
Harry leaned forward onto the desk and supplied her with his most beautiful, heart shattering smile.
No wonder the whole world was in love with him if he was pulling moves like that.
"Lisa... is it?" he asked politely, clocking her name badge, "It's lovely to meet you Lisa, and I know that this might seem a lot to ask, but could you please not tell anyone about this?"
"Oh, Mr. Styles, I would never..." Lisa began to stammer nervously.
"Please, call me Harry." He smiled at her, "We just want some peace and quiet, that's all. I'd really appreciate your discretion in this. Thank you so much."
"I can't believe it's you..." she said shakily, before her eyes flicked my way, "Hi, Izzy." She squeaked at me, "I'm sorry, I'm not being very cool or professional. I'm such a huge fan of you both."
This took me by surprise, but it was heart-warming and made me feel like I was finally beginning to be accepted by Harry's fans- even though I hadn't knowingly searched for anything on social media for a while.
"You're fine." I smiled at her, "How long have you been a fan for?" I asked politely, wanting to make her feel a bit more at ease.
Harry eyeballed me, just as I made conversation with Lisa.
"Since The X Factor." She said slowly, before flicking her eyes back towards Harry, "You're my favourite... I voted for you every week, and when you and the boys polled third place, I thought my world had actually ended."
I laughed, just as Harry's cheeks flushed a little red.
"And look at you now, all of you!" Lisa continued, "What you all achieved in five years is nothing short of extraordinary."
I smiled warmly, feeling all my blood rush to my head at her admiration for Harry, and the other boys.
"Thank you so much." Harry murmured, "That's really kind of you to say, but we wouldn't have gotten anywhere if it wasn't for you guys supportin' us though."
"This is so unprofessional... but this may never happen to me again, and I know I will kick myself afterwards if I don't ask... but could I possibly get a picture with you please, Harry?"
I could sense how sceptical and apprehensive he was feeling, almost immediately.
I watched how his body suddenly stiffened in response, knowing that he was only reacting this way because of me and the reason why we were here.
"Actually-" Harry started, yet I slid towards him, touching the crook of his elbow.
He stared at me, almost in confusion and I hoped that he could somehow read my mind.
"Would you like me to take the photo?" I offered, turning to face Lisa, to which Harry relaxed and Lisa almost combusted on the spot.
"Would you mind? Oh my God, that would be amazing, thank you so much!"
I felt emotional at the way Harry was making this young woman feel, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he then made her feel at ease by standing next to him for their photo.
"Am I okay to wrap my arm around your waist?" Lisa asked politely, and I swear I felt my heart burst.
I had never come across a fan quite as polite and well mannered as Lisa before.
"Of course." Harry permitted, "Is this okay for you?" he added, gesturing towards her shoulder.
Lisa nodded, and I swear she was holding her breath.
A part of me knew, that although I had experienced some fans already during our time together, that this was my life now... our life.
And I wouldn't have changed it for the world.
I snapped the photo, and took a couple of extras just to be on the safe side, when I heard Lisa asking if it was okay to have a hug from Harry.
He obliged, and I couldn't help but get even more emotional as he squeezed her right back, his eyes immediately locking onto mine as Lisa hugged him back.
"Thank you." Harry mouthed to me.
I smiled, taking another photo of them both hugging for good measure, before my heart exploded at the mere sight of them interacting with each other.
"Thank you so much, Izzy!" Lisa swooned at me, her eyes glassy with tears.
I could tell she was struggling to keep her composure.
"If there's anything that you need during your stay with us, please let me know and I will accommodate you both to the best of my ability."
"Thanks, Lisa." I smiled, just as I handed her phone back to her, "Could I possibly be a pain and request that you don't post your photos? Until we have gone, of course."
"Oh my God, yes of course!" Lisa responded, "I won't post anything, I promise."
"Thanks, Lisa." Harry smiled appreciatively, before taking my hand and giving it a light squeeze.
He then gave Lisa a polite goodbye salute with two of his fingers, before eventually grabbing the bag that was left on the floor.
"Don't forget your keys!" She suddenly shouted behind us, handing them to me as we neared the exit, "Enjoy your stay, and thank you so much once again."
I smiled politely at her, just as Lisa nodded and the doors pinged open, Harry leading me gently outside first.
The doors closed behind us and once again, as we headed back to Harry's car, he squeezed my hand before placing his lips on the back of it, firmly cementing his kiss there.
"You are incredible." He whispered tentatively, "You didn't have to do that Izzy, not while you're having the worst day of your life."
I smiled at him, a little teary.
"I knew what you were going to do, Harry. I knew you were going to say no out of respect for me, and I get the sentiment, I really do... and I couldn't love you anymore, even if I tried." I replied, "But she was right, she may never get this chance with you again... and I couldn't let you say no to her."
Harry stared at me, his eyes almost burning into me.
"If I can't take five or ten minutes out of my day to allow people like Lisa the chance to hug you or have a photo with you, when I have you for the rest of my life... then I'd clearly be doing something very wrong."
"Under the circumstances, I'm sure she would have understood." Harry said quietly, "You don't have anything to prove to anyone, Izzy."
"Maybe not..." I whispered, "But the fans don't need to know what's going on with me, its all about you Harry... they are the ones who put you in this fortunate position, and in the nicest possible way... without them you are nothing. So taking five or ten minutes out of my day really isn't going to kill me."
"Again, you are incredible." He said softly, "You amaze me every single day."
I smiled, "Tell me something that I don't already know, Mick Green."
Harry grinned, "Sarah Green... I love you."
"I already knew that too, Mr. Green."
***
After checking us in at reception, Harry and I vacated to the lodge that we were staying in for the next three days by jumping back into the car.
It was only a short distance away, and luckily for us we had managed to find a chip shop along the way, so we picked up some fish and chips before heading off 'home'.
Our lodge, a beautifully brick layered home had just the one double room, complete with an ensuite shower and inside sauna that was ours to use whenever we wanted.
It was an open plan spaced lodge, with patio doors that we could open up to let the fresh air in, and was only compatible for couples and adults only, which was perfect for us under the circumstances.
As Harry had explained earlier, we had a fully equipped kitchen, a TV and DVD if and when we wanted to use it, but mostly we were surrounded by the wildlife and the stunning woodland views that was huddled around us.
In all honestly, it was nice to get away from the madness of the world and just enjoy this quiet time with Harry.
While he sat and finished up his food, I decided to grab our overnight bag that was filled to the brink of whatever the hell Harry had packed quickly.
I for one couldn't step foot in Gran's house just yet, so God knows what he had packed.
In fact, I was surprised that he even packed me underwear as I'm sure he probably wouldn't have knowing Harry.
"Just going for that shower," I announced, "I've unpacked everything, so we're good to go."
"Alright, babe." He managed to answer, his mouth still full, "Have you eaten enough?"
I nodded tirelessly, my eyes sinking closed.
"Full as an egg, Harry."
"You aren't just saying that, are you?"
"Since when have I ever turned away my food, Styles?"
"Good point." he said, before smiling to himself, "I'll clean up in here, so I'll cwtch up with you in bed yeah?"
I nodded, tapping the door frame repeatedly before giving him another reassuring smile and exiting for the ensuite bathroom.
He said cwtch, haha.
It warmed my heart hearing him say the word cwtch, especially as it meant cuddling in Welsh.
I walked into the bathroom slowly, feeling hot, clammy and sweaty from the day's summer heat.
It hadn't been particularly hot, but with being in the car and driving up here, today had been particularly humid, and I felt revolting anyway.
A nice hot shower is what I needed, because there was nothing else that could make you feel better, right?
Kicking off my trainers and peeling off my ankle socks, I threw them into the hamper beside the sink and began stripping out of my clothes, careful of my bra as I released my breasts from their confinement.
Honest to God, there is nothing worse than a hot humid day and a bra that sticks to you, so it felt good to let them free.
Lastly, I pulled off my jeggings and then my knickers, tossing them into the hamper before switching on the shower.
I liked it hot, really hot, so while I waited for it to warm up to the temperature I wanted, I stood completely naked and undid my hair from the small bunches I had it in, letting it fall down in a sweaty, sticky mess.
This shower is going to feel so good.
I stepped in slowly, taking my time with the porcelain before standing there and allowing the water to cascade over my body, then my hair, washing away the initial layer of God knows what covering my body.
I stood for roughly a minute or two, enjoying the hot essence of water flowing and hitting my body in straight streams that eased my tensed muscles up, before I grabbed hold of the shower gel and momentarily froze on the spot.
It was Gran's.
Realising that Harry had picked up the wrong shower gel, completely threw me in ways that I didn't know it could.
The smell of Jasmine built itself around me slowly, sending a searing sharp pain through me, causing me to wince and buckle over lightly, unable to stop the tears from coming.
The smell used to make me happy, but now... now it was nothing but a memory, a memory that really hurt right now instead of making me want to smile because this scent was Gran's scent.
It was her all over.
Forcing back the endless chokes of tears, I contemplated using the shower gel in a bid to bring me closer to her, but I knew I couldn't do it.
It hurt way too much and in that split second, even though I had Harry, I had never felt more alone in my whole entire life.
I was wavering, my hand slipping on the tiles as I struggled to keep my strength and myself up, when a pair of arms suddenly came around my waist, pulling me back up before I hit the deck in the middle of the bath.
Recognising the shirt he had been wearing earlier, I bit my lip as it became wet and the dark ink of his tattoos etched through them.
Impulsively, my hand grasped at his arm, surprised to have him behind me as I finally allowed myself to cry, steadying myself against his chest.
"Your shirt's gettin' wet-" I managed to say through my tears.
"I don't care." he said, "I was hoping you'd have room for one more, anyway."
Under the safety of the water and in Harry's arms, the tears fell more freely and my eyes were burning red.
Crying in the shower was no different than normal crying, my eyes focusing on the tiles while Harry enveloped his entire body around me.
I noticed he had taken off his jeans and boxers, and I assumed he just entered the shower without a care in the world with his shirt on, when he realised that I was crying.
Slowly, my pain was beginning to wash away, along with the soapy remains of the Jasmine shower gel that began swirling down the drain.
"Silly question, but... everything okay?"
I shook my head, revelling in the way he was holding me and shushing away the tears and shakes.
"What's wrong, Iz? Talk to me, baby."
I paused, biting my lip as my eyes focused on the shower gel, before I found my courage to tell him.
"You picked up the wrong shower gel," I whispered tearfully, "This is my Gran's... just sort of threw me a bit, that's all. Silly, really."
"Not really." he murmured softly, "It's perfectly okay that this would affect you. I'm sorry. I should have checked first-"
"It's not your fault, you didn't know... Harry, you'll ruin your shirt if you don't take it off. Take it off."
"Is that your way of getting me topless in the shower?"
I smiled, giggling through my tears, feeling every inch of Harry's skin against mine after he whipped off his soaked shirt.
He came back to me in epic time, huddling us both under the shower before he lifted me up in one swift lift.
My legs firmly crossed around his waist, the anticipation crawled over my body as he set the pace of the water to a lighter temperature.
My head was literally spinning regarding what had just happened with the shower gel, and I could barely breathe from the way he was looking at me intoxicatingly.
His gaze, his skin, his breath... everything he did was clouding my better judgement and I couldn't get enough.
Biting my lip, I felt his eyes lock on my face as he gently thumbed my chin and jawline, before kissing me slowly.
No words were needed to be spoken right now, I needed him and by the looks of things, he needed me too.
So with the possibility of him getting slightly uncomfortable, I nodded to let him know that it was OK and I released my legs from his grip, sliding myself down his legs.
I cowered slightly, the heat of the water hitting me as Harry took my hand, helping me stand straight before nearing me again.
His eyes locked with mine as the steam from the water steamed up the glass of the shower screen, making it moist with the condensation of the room.
I tried to concentrate, I really did, because this was nice... really nice, but the feel of his torso moving against mine, mixed in with him being wet, naked and virtually untouched made me want to take care of him the way he had been taking care of me.
The feel of the water and Harry's skin took over me completely, soothing me to the point where I was holding my breath again, completely immersed in him.
"I didn't come in here to make a move, Izzy, I just want to be with you... I heard you crying and-"
"Harry..." I whispered, taking a step forward; "It's okay. Make love to me, please... I need something to make me feel again-"
"Are you sure?" he asked, "I don't-"
"Absolutely," I whispered, before I immediately felt my back crash gently into the cold, wet wall behind me.
I held my breath momentarily, feeling his arm press hard against my chest, digging into my collarbone.
I opened my eyes and let out a small tearful whine, seeing his dark brown curls plastered against his forehead, the water falling down on us and soaking every inch of his skin.
I wasn't in pain, and Harry didn't hurt me, but he was the only thing that could make me feel better in my endless hours of need.
The crease in his brow was even more prominent now, his green eyes softly glaring directly at me.
I watched as everything stilled for a second, Harry's teeth now digging into his lower lip, his chest heaving against mine in anticipation and need.
"I love you, Izzy."
"I love you too," I whispered, feeling Harry's lips move to my neck and collarbone, making me pull on his wet hair; "I love you so much, Harry."
"I don't want you to be sad," he whispered, "I want to make you happy... make you feel whole again-"
"You do, you are." I murmured, my hand trailing down his stomach and towards his manhood.
I watched him intently, the twitch in his mouth as I touched him intimately, my hand curling around his dick softly.
"And I want to make you happy too." I said, making half a joke as Harry seemed to be incredibly happy right now at this particular moment.
"You always make me happy, baby. Make me rock hard too..." he groaned, into my neck; "Your body drives me fucking wild..."
"Just my body?" I grinned, as his hand moved to the curve of my waist, stroking the softness of my skin.
I needed this, we both did.
I needed this distraction, and he was the best distraction I ever had.
"Your mouth too," he mumbled against me, his lips now moving to my own; "... that innocent, little mouth of yours..."
All I could feel, sense and think about was his body hovering inches away from mine, the heat from his skin and the water spreading onto my skin.
"Are you gonna fuck me... right in here?"
"Fuck..." he exhaled, taking my face from his neck and into the palms of his hands; "I thought you wanted me to make love to you?"
I shook my head, "I want you to fuck me. Hard. Please-"
Before the word slipped from my mouth, our lips crashed against one another's, just as the water poured down against my face.
The intensity between us was growing more fervent with every movement, our bare bodies moving fluidly against each other.
I felt his erection hard against my stomach, as I pulled myself closer and closer to his body still, no matter how close I got to his body, nothing was ever good enough.
As much as I needed him inside of me right now, I lived for this, Harry's body pressing against mine begging for my touch, begging for my affection, for my love.
"Thank you for bringing me here," I whispered, as he stared at my lips, watching them ever so sexily.
"Izzy, you should know by now that I'll do anything for you... I'd walk for miles, I'd swim the deepest of oceans, walk barefoot over hot beams of stone, I'd walk through fire... I'd die for you."
"Don't die," I whispered tearfully, "I couldn't take losing you too-"
"I'm not goin' nowhere, baby." He murmured, kissing my tears away; "Marry me, Izzy."
I paused, stopping my hand movement as I stared at him.
"What did you say?"
Harry bit his lip, losing his momentum instantly.
"That... just, kind of slipped out."
"Oh."
"That doesn't mean I didn't mean it though!" he quickly clarified, "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to ask you like this, but in the heat of the moment-"
"Ask me again." I whispered seriously, my eyes locking with his; "Go on. Ask me."
I knew exactly what he wanted, but I wanted him to ask me again, just as his hand snaked around my neck and knotted itself into my hair, pressing my mouth against his firmly.
The pressure of Harry's mouth against mine sent tingles through my entire body, and I gasped as I felt his lips move down to my neck, sucking vigorously on my skin.
Then he pulled away, leaving me completely and utterly breathless.
"I had it all planned out," he admitted slowly, watching my eyes drop a little; "Just let me explain, okay? After our conversation the other day, I figured after your Gran said that I couldn't ask you to marry me because I hadn't asked her for permission... so I did."
"You did?"
Harry nodded, "I would have loved it to have been your mum and dad, but she was the next best thing. She gave me her blessing... said that it was my job now to take care of you, and love you like no other... to make you happy and that you would be the most precious thing in my life. I think, judging that, it seems ironic that she's gone now... I like to think that it's because she knew you'd be okay, with me."
I was crying, again.
"I didn't want to ask you like this, I had it all planned out in my head... I was going to ask you after dad's wedding, because I'm taking you to LA."
"What? How? When?"
"It's already booked, I promised I'd take you there didn't I? I figured you could do with a little getaway, and seeing as you've always wanted to go I thought it was perfect... and my plan was to ask you then."
"What changed?"
"You. Being in here with you now." He admitted, "I just kept thinking, 'God, I'd be the luckiest guy in the world if she became my wife' and I know it's really soon and-"
"Harry-"
"We haven't been together a full year yet, but it doesn't matter. We've been through so much since we first met, and I don't want anyone else. I want you, Izzy... I want to wake up beside you every morning and see the sunlight on your face. I want to create a life with you, a brand new one, where you feel safe and loved, and where we can build a life together for our babies-"
"Harry."
"I just want you, Izzy. It's always been you-"
"For the love of Jesus, would you just ask me again?!" I giggled, the water making it difficult for us to get a decent grip on each other.
"Will you marry me, Izzy?" He asked nervously, his eyes flickering to my face, "This isn't the official proposal..."
"Official proposal?"
"Yeah. I'm not on my knee or anything-"
"How many times were you planning on proposing?" I grinned, as Harry kissed my jawline.
"As many times as I liked, as long as your answer was yes every single time."
"You're really asking me to marry you?"
He nodded.
"And this isn't because you're horny and want attention right?" I smirked tearfully, watching him roll his eyes in response; "Yes. I'll marry you. I'll marry you every single time."
Harry's eyes shot wide open.
"You will? You'll marry me?" He asked, as I nodded repeatedly.
"I absolutely will marry you, Harry Styles." I whispered, "I want nothing more than to be yours, in every sense of the word."
I groaned quietly and literally trembled, feeling Harry's teeth suddenly sunk into my skin after he kissed me, biting and pulling at it, leaving his mark on me.
"I will ask you properly, I promise... I don't want you to look back on this moment and tell our kids that daddy proposed to mummy in the shower just before they were gonna-" Harry said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively; "I want it to be perfect."
"As long as I have you, everything is perfect, Harry." I whispered, "We're really doing this? Is this happening?"
"It is. And we are." He said, "I love you, so much Isabelle."
I smiled, still tearful, my teeth digging into my lower lip, my cheeks clenching tightly.
"I love you too, Harry. Make love to me, please."
"Make love now?" He grinned slightly, "Whatever happened to-"
"You've just proposed to me." I shushed him, "I don't think a fuck in the shower will quite seal the deal... I want us to make love, not fuck-"
"In here? You want to make love in here?"
I bit my lip, nodding, feeling utterly desperate as I begged him with my eyes.
"Okay," he breathed, making me groan as his hand made his way down from my neck to my chest, before he told me to jump up and mount him.
I did as I was told, linking my legs around his middle as I suddenly felt the cold, wet tiles against my back and I knew he was using the wall as back-up to keep me upright.
I watched as he grabbed the shampoo, squeezing the contents of the bottle in the palm of his hand, before he worked up a lather and I felt his hands move into my hair before going to my chest.
I watched, moaning slightly as Harry settled on my breasts, slowly kneading them and teasing my nipples with his thumbs, pressing hard every now again to force a whimper from my lips.
It felt so good, with his hands and being wet from the shower, just as one left me and trailed down my stomach, around my waist and to my bum, grabbing it tightly.
I banged my head against the wall slightly, just as his mouth trailed to my neck and then my breast, his teeth tugging at my nipple as he gently played with it, his tongue rubbing it against the inside of his mouth, sucking hard.
"Christ, Harry..." I groaned, my hands now tugging at his hair, hard.
Just feeling him against me, his erection pressing hard against me, drove me mad with want; and I just couldn't take it anymore.
"I love you, Izzy." Harry said, and I bit my lip, staring him; "I can't wait to make you my wife."
"Let's run away together. Vegas. Get married tomorrow."
Harry snickered, "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
"We could get married on a farm, I wouldn't care."
Again, I stared at him, just as Harry neared me.
"Whatever you want, Izzy." He murmured, "But I'm going to lay you down on the bath, okay?" He whispered against me, his hot breath spreading violently across my skin.
"I really don't think- OH." I whispered, as Harry moved me in one swift motion, my back now feeling the bath.
He kissed my hips, letting his tongue slide across the bone as I gasped helplessly, my hips bucking forward in unexpected need.
I didn't want foreplay, or need it for that matter, I just wanted him.
But I knew Harry wanted something else, so I had no choice but to lay back and enjoy it.
Not that I wouldn't.
Harry laughed slightly, just as I rolled my head back and bucked my hips forward, feeling his hands caress my inner-thighs, going up and down, barely touching my clit each time with his massive hands.
He was teasing me, missing exactly where I wanted him the most.
I moaned in pure, frustrated, agonizing hunger for him to touch me.
I held my breath as I felt his hands push against my thighs, spreading my legs uncomfortably wide, the hot water still continuing to spray down on us.
I literally trembled as Harry neared me, his hot breath against me as he approached my aching and very wet pussy with his mouth.
"You ready?" He breathed, and I nodded, going past caring as I whimpered.
I wanted him, and I couldn't help but moan as he finally pressed his lips against me, brushing past my clit as he spoke.
"Let me do the work." he spoke clearly, as the vibration of his voice against me forced an unexpected bucking of my hips against him; "Izzy-"
"Okay..." I whimpered, my body looking forward to the repercussions.
"Good girl," Harry murmured, "Now just be patient... Just relax and let me take care of you." He emphasised the last word, letting his tongue venture out of his mouth and against my already soaking clit; "Always so wet for me... so responsive, mmm."
"That's the shower..." I teased, earning a smirk from Harry.
His mouth sucked me gently, whilst his tongue travelled across each millimetre of my exposed aroused skin that he was tortuously exploring, before Harry eventually went where I needed him.
All I could concentrate on was the way he was making me squirm, the way my lower region completely pulsed around him as I felt his hands move from my legs and to my bum, holding a solid grip on me.
Within seconds, the pulsating was the last thing on my mind as his long, wet tongue delved deep into my body.
"Shit, Harry..." I groaned, feeling his hair brushing against my thighs, stomach and hips, just as I clenched my legs together around his neck.
I listened, my eyes closed, feeling him loving me with his mouth as his own groan not only forced me to relax, but it also sent vibrations so painfully euphoric through my body that I was literally floating.
Harry's tongue literally went in and out of me, no fingers being used just yet, as his lips and his tongue worked at a rhythm that matched the pulse going through my body, his hands pushing me even closer to him.
"Fuck baby... that's so good... mmmm..." I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Even though it didn't seem possible at the time, his tongue moved even further into me.
"Fuck, Harry... I'm gonna come really soon..."
He pulled back, his lips soaked with my arousal, as he licked them before locking his green lust filled eyes with mine.
Oh God, I arched.
I arched so much I thought my back was about to break in half.
I felt my orgasm approach quickly, peaking as Harry swirled his blessed and very talented tongue in circles inside and outside of me.
I was literally crying, screaming at this point, as one hand of his left the curve of my bum and immediately came into contact with my clit, rubbing vigorously rough circles against it.
"Oh god... Haaaaarry-" I breathed, as my orgasm literally came closer and closer.
I moaned extraordinarily loudly, my entire body tensing and shaking as he brought me to the brink of explosion.
Harry released me from his control momentarily, his hands nowhere to be found on my body and his tongue leaving a void inside of me.
I shot my eyes open, leaning forward as my eyes locked on the beautiful man in front of me.
"Enjoy that?" he smirked at me, as he licked his lips and then his thumb; "Baby?"
"What?" I breathlessly asked, as he suddenly laid above me, his hands trailing up my stomach before he settled on my breasts.
"I need to be inside you..." Harry growled, an unsteady passion captivating us both; "Fiancée."
I couldn't help but smirk, feeling his lips on mine again, my legs wrapping around his bum, forcing his cock to press arduously against my throbbing clit, aching for his contact.
"You were right, Izzy Styles has a rather nice ring to it."
Harry pressed his chest against mine, the pressure of my breasts against his taut muscles sending waves of ecstasy echoing throughout every nerve on my body.
"I'd be proud to share my name with you, as well as everything else."
In the midst of the sounds of the shower, our breathless gasps and kisses also filled the room in between our whispers of love.
I couldn't help but buck my hips forward, wishing for him just to take me.
"I'll take you when I'm ready..." he murmured.
My body ceased it's movements, feeling his tongue delve into my mouth one last time before he took my lower lip in between his teeth and yanking gently.
"Mmmmm, Harry..." I panted, completely craving him, as his two large, warm hands wrapped around themselves around my upper-back gaining stability after he lifted me from the bath.
I watched as he helped me position myself directly above him, his tip teasing my entrance, begging for contact before he hesitated.
"What?" I asked, a mixture of caution and worry filling my voice; "Harry?"
"I'm just... no condom, again-"
I swallowed, "Shall we move into the bedroom? Harry-"
"I forgot to pack them," he murmured, his hands now stroking my face; "Izzy-"
"Just do it, Harry..." I murmured, "I love you and I want to feel you, baby-"
"Are you sure?"
"Are you?"
"Positive." he said, "We'll go to the chemist tomorrow?" he asked, and I nodded, just as he slowly entered me, and I bit down on my lip, feeling him slowly stretch me; "Jesus Christ, you feel amazing... I love you so much Izzy..."
The rhythm that Harry made me go at was so painfully and blindingly agonising, I couldn't catch my breath as his lips lingered across my face.
"So perfect... so beautiful..." he whispered, as he plunged deeper into me, our pace still going incredibly slow.
I tried to fight back the tears, but I couldn't.
From reading dad's letter, to Ryan, to Gran and now this... Harry asking me to marry him, my emotions were shot.
"I'm sorry..." I barely said against his lips, as Harry stilled inside of me as we stopped, my body growing numb as he noticed the tears in my eyes.
"Hey..." he whispered, stroking my face as he brought it up to me, "It's okay... We're going to be okay. Do you want to stop?"
I shook my head.
"Just feeling emotional."
"That's okay." He murmured, "Are you sure you want to carry on?"
I nodded, as Harry kissed me again, before he began a steady, yet deliciously slow thrust, feeling him coming in and out of me.
I opened my eyes and looked into his, seeing nothing but his love for me flood his dark green eyes.
"It's really going to be okay, baby..." he whispered, "I love you, so much, Izzy..."
Harry kissed me, and I groaned loudly, biting my lip as the tip of his dick hit against my g-spot, an overwhelming flood of euphoric elation sweeping over me.
"I love you too, Harry... more than anything." I whispered tearfully.
I leaned forward, our heads pressed together beautifully, as we continued to make love to one another.
I panted and gasped pleasurably, hearing him chuckle beside my ear, my hips bucking towards his.
"You feel so good inside me, Harry." I whispered, "Like nothing I've ever had before..." I breathed, his moans matching my own; "Love you... so much."
I lowered my hips backwards and slightly rotated them, allowing Harry to slide out of me only to be sliding back into me just seconds later.
His slow, enticing movement steadied only for a few thrusts before he gave up all dominance with helpless whimpers and moved me a little faster.
My rhythm was sloppy and rough because of the shape of the bath, but it felt so insanely good as he plunged into me softly.
The slapping of our skin against each other mixed in with deep, heaving exhalations and the shower, being the only sounds in the room as we made love in the bath.
"Baby..." Harry whimpered, his hand finding it's way to my clit and making everything surrounding me in a blur.
I dug my nails dug into his back, my body attempting to find leverage in his taut muscles even though he was wet from the water and I couldn't grip him properly.
I gasped loudly, feeling the satisfaction within me as I felt myself coming, Harry's dick literally twitching inside of me as his ragged breath became hot against my skin.
"Come baby..." I encouraged him, "You can come inside me, it's fine-"
"Sure?"
"I'm sure, Harry."
I was desperate and impatient at this point, so I pressed my hips fervently against his relentless erection, just as he groaned and swore, coming inside me hard and fast in thick, countless spurts.
I groaned into his shoulder, lifting my hips off him, riding him slowly as I came with him, feeling my body release as our moans combined and vibrated along the walls in the shower.
Collapsing beside one another, I felt Harry beside me, wet and shaking, his breathing ragged and uneven as his arm draped across my chest carelessly.
Every inch of me was covered in an amorous mixture of both of our sweat, lathered up soap and flesh so hot, I was struggling to process what had just happened.
"I'm sorry for losing it," I mumbled into his neck, as I trailed my hand across his jaw bringing his mouth to mine; "I didn't mean to cry... not while we were-"
"It's fine." Harry whispered soothingly, giving me a smile; "I just love you so much..."
"I know..." I whispered, as I pressed my lips to his forehead and let him rest his head upon my chest, the both of us laying in the bath in a heap; "I love you too."
"Everything is going to be okay, Izzy. I promise."