I was vaguely aware of being kissed softly, hands stroking my hip and lower back, my body swaying gently back and forth to rouse me awake from my sleeping slumber.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty." came the familiar rasping voice that was full of sleep and alcohol induced tones that made him sound hoarse.
And sexy as hell.
I groaned, sliding my legs down the bed, getting myself out of the foetal position I had been sleeping in as I felt Harry's mouth press light kisses over my back and shoulder.
"Don't wanna."
I sounded like a child, and I barely heard Harry chuckle behind me as I refused to open up my eyelids to what couldn't be possibly morning already.
It seemed my eyes had only been shut for five minutes, the least.
"You have too." Harry laughed, his lips still caressing my shoulder; "We have to see my dad and Jo before we go, plus I have to give them our present. Not to mention mum will kill us if we don't see her before we leave."
I ignored him, my body sinking back into it's original sleep like state.
Or euphoria, I couldn't quite tell.
"I'll order us some breakfast on the menu, or saying that, we should have brunch really seeing as half of the day has gone with you." He chuckled, his hands now tickling my sides which made me squirm; "C'mon babe, we've got lots to do and we have to see everyone before we head to the airport for our flight. You can sleep in the car and on the plane."
I groaned (and growled) sleepily, pulling the soft sheet over my body to conceal myself away from Harry.
"Who's fuckin' bright idea was it to go to LA after last night?!" I whined, hearing him chuckle behind me; "I'm bruised and aching, tired and sleepy... leave me alone if you know what's good for you Styles."
"Izzy come on, babe." Harry sighed, "If we don't fly on schedule, it means we'll lose a day out there. You have to get up now, we don't have much time left together before the Christmas work load starts."
I huffed, still whining and complaining like a two year old.
"Jump in the shower, that'll wake you up." he murmured, "Get up, have a shower to wake yourself up properly and then come meet me downstairs in the Great Hall. Okay?"
I nodded.
There was no way in hell was I moving.
I was staying here, and that was final.
"Izzy, now."
"God, why are you so bloody bossy?!" I shouted angrily, to which Harry grinned at me, gently pulling at the sheet to strip me from it; "Harry, don't. It's cold!"
"Get in the shower then, that'll warm you up Izzy."
"You are soooo..... fucking annoying!" I snapped, "I'm up! Happy now? I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I AM UP."
"Good." Harry grinned at me, throwing the sheet to the floor messily, his eyes roaming my naked body; "Shower. It'll make you feel better and wake you up a bit."
"Are you coming?"
"No, I've had one already."
"Already?!" I repeated, my eyes now fully focusing and searching the room quietly.
I noticed that the room was now absolutely spotless.
Everything that we had used last night had been cleared away, and our clothes from the wedding had been washed and dry cleaned; Harry's suit and my dress now hanging from the wardrobes in their protective covers.
I wondered what happened to the rip in his jacket?
Our weekend suitcase for the wedding was fully packed up again, and all it was waiting for was our shower necessities and my hair styling stuff.
Everything else was done.
"Harry?"
"Hm?" He answered me, folding out the towels he had used this morning for his shower.
"Have you slept at all?" I asked incredulously, amazed that he had done all of this while I had been conked out.
"About an hour or so," he shrugged, "I was worried if I slept I wouldn't wake up in time to pack, get ready and get ourselves to the airport. Plus, I was pretty wired from last night.."
I stared at him, "Aren't you bloody... shattered?!"
"Baby, I'm exhausted." He laughed, "But it's nothing I'm not used too, I've run on twenty minutes sleep before with the boys." He added, "You just get used to it. It's not as bad as you think, honestly. But everything is done and dealt with, so you have nothing worry about, I just need you to get up and get yourself ready."
I stared at him incredulously.
He truly was, one of a kind.
"So come on, quit sitting there looking all lovely in all your naked glory, I need you to get ready baby." Harry said, as the zip to his duffel bag wound around loudly; "We have to see dad and Jo, and mum and Robin before we leave. They'll have my guts for garters otherwise."
"And you've seriously showered already?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah. Why?"
Just the thought of him wet and flexing those muscles of his underneath his taut, inked skin in a hot, steamy shower had me drooling and practically convulsing on the spot.
Not to mention the whole daddy thing was playing on my mind.
And Harry knew it.
"You're insatiable, Miss Thomas." Harry grinned.
"Well, give a girl a mental picture and what's she supposed to do?"
Harry kissed my head, grasping at my hand and pulling me forward.
"Shower." He whispered, hand clutching at my bum; "Now."
"Only if you come with me." I whispered wickedly, "Reckon I need a little rub down after everything, I'm kinda sore... daddy."
"Iz, we really don't have time." Harry protested, before I interrupted him by raising myself onto my knees and kissing him gently, my hand working between his legs and the loose jogging bottoms he was wearing.
I massaged him slowly, grinning against our kiss as Harry groaned against me, my hand working on his dick whilst his own cupped my bum and hips.
"Shower with me, daddy. Now."
"Fuck it." He breathed, "You got me, baby. You got me."
Yessssssssss.
Izzy - 1. Harry - 0.
***
My body arched the second Harry came into contact with me, his warm mouth softly kissing and nuzzling at my own, his hands firmly holding me at my hips underneath the showering fortress of hot water we were under.
Somehow I had managed to muzzle my moans in his mouth, sinking my tongue in deeply, tasting him as we kissed, licked and suckled lightly on each other.
The water was hot, which was lovely because as well as Harry's hands working my body over to soothe the aches and pains away, the water hitting down on me was also lovely too, giving it an extra added affect.
"Last night..." Harry said quietly, his lips peppering across my jaw, "Did you enjoy it, Izzy?"
"Are you really asking me that, Harry?"
"Help me out, baby. Give a guy an ego boost, Iz."
"An ego boost?" I repeated sharply, "How many times did you make me come last night? I think that boosted your ego enough, sir."
"Point taken." Harry chuckled, "I was really nervous, y'know."
This really surprised me, because as far as I could tell, Harry had shown no signs of nerves.
"What? Are you serious? Why were you nervous?" I asked, turning to grab one of the sponges on the side.
"Because having someone else's complete trust and faith to do something that they would like to be done to them, is a scary thing." Harry explained, "I wanted it to be perfect."
As much as I found it sweet and endearing, I wanted to clarify something with him.
"But we've never been perfect Harry, if anything we're imperfect."
"You're perfect, to me." He spoke softly, "So I wanted to make sure we did it right, for you."
I smiled, happily and gratefully, and melted like a puddle at the same time.
"We've always just got on with it, Harry. I think we are really well matched, and I can ask you or come to you about anything regarding our sex life. Don't forget, you earned some credit and some serious brownie points by admitting you wouldn't mind period sex with me. You, are a God to me."
Harry laughed, proper chuckling as I began to rotate the sponge on his chest gently, grinning myself.
"For what it's worth, I think last night went really well, and you were amazing." I whispered, wanting to make sure he knew that at least.
"I was?"
I nodded, sopping up the sponge with more squeezes of Harry's body wash, mixing it in with the water from the shower head.
"Hey that's mine." He remarked playfully, frowning deeply at me.
"What's yours is mine, buddy. Deal with it." I grinned, "I smell like you anyway, so might as well use your body wash."
"I'm really happy you liked last night, Izzy."
"Not liked, Harry. I loved it." I corrected, "But I'm intrigued about something though... or how you managed to do it actually."
"I have a feeling what you're going to ask me, but carry on anyway." He responded, his hands moving slowly down to my hips, his hands kneading in a repetitive motion.
"How in the hell did you get all of that stuff? The toys and everything? When did you have the time to clone your bloody willy?!"
Harry chuckled, his dimple showing as he flashed me a nervous smile.
"That, Miss Thomas, would be telling. A gentleman never tells."
"Oh come on, don't spoil it! Tell me how you did it!"
"Another time, perhaps." He whispered, cupping my head as he reached forward to kiss me; "Right now, I want to make love to you."
"Who's insatiable now?" I mumbled against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck as Harry hoisted me up with his strong arms; "Right here? Now?" I asked, wrapping my legs around his waist automatically, the both of us grinning as we became familiar with the position we were in.
Harry nodded, "Right now. And about LA..." He murmured, "You meant what you said, right?"
"Remind me." I breathed, my fingers running through his wet hair; "I said a lot of things last night, Harry."
"Anal..." he practically whispered, "I really want to try it, with you. Will you try the toy, with me?"
I grinned, kissing him slowly as my fingers played with his stringy wet locks at the back of his neck once again.
Knowing that Harry was having some sort of a love affair with my ass lately, made me feel excited because this was another territory I had yet to cross with him.
"I'll try the toy and you." I whispered, watching Harry's eyes literally light up like a Christmas tree; "How's that sound?"
"Like an absolute dream." He murmured softly, holding me firmly and securely above himself, his entire face pressed into the small crevice between my breasts as we absorbed the heat of our shower together; "I fuckin' love you, Isabelle Thomas."
I grinned, bringing his head back up against mine so I could kiss him again, creating a brand new sensation together.
I wanted it to be rough and gentle, yet at the same time, I wanted to be thrown around our bathroom and fucked hard while being kissed gently; and I also wanted to be kissed hard and fucked gently.
The mix of rough and gentle with Harry was intoxicating, and as he moved and allowed himself to sink into me, we decided that being pressed up against the steaming, cold tiles in the shower was good enough- and so we proceeded to make love.
I admired the way he moved beneath me, taking me slow and deep as I held on for dear life, enjoying the feel of him and his heat; and the coldness of the tiles that were slowly beginning to heat up thanks to my searing hot skin.
"I fuckin' love you, Harry Styles."
Harry smirked against my lips, causing an influx of goose bumps to cascade along my skin- I just couldn't help myself, I wanted him again and again and again.
His beautiful cock was suddenly out of me again, teasing and brushing against my sore lips, flinching at the feeling as he mumbled my name against my lips breathlessly.
Taking my chance, I unravelled my legs and slid down his wet body, my mouth lingering at his dick that was now slick with a combined mixture of water and my arousal.
I wanted to savour every moment I had with his talented and very blessed size, with just the look of it making my pussy ache and crumble inside.
I kissed his tip, before slipping my tongue out and sucking his head into my mouth, letting the fullness of my mouth's warmth and wetness absorb into his erection once again.
"Izzy..." he mewled, his hands digging into my scalp and hair; "Feelin' greedy today baby?"
I brought my lips back, licking them as I held his dick in my hand.
"Are you complaining about me sucking your cock, Harry?"
"Not at all." He murmured, smacking those effortlessly talented lips together as he arched, his back tensing in response to my actions.
I glided my own lips back down to his dick again while also gently taking his balls into my other hand.
Slowly rolling his balls around, I began pumping my mouth up and down his dick again, thirsty for his come.
"Just like that baby, yeah." He rasped, his ring-less fingers digging into my scalp lightly.
Harry's scent and warmth began to obliterate my senses and I started to forget that we weren't actually alone in this castle with the way we were going at it- but I didn't care either.
I really didn't care.
Hearing Harry groan, I paused and watched him as he moved us towards the floor of the shower cubicle, his cock still in my hand as his own slipped between my body, his fingertips bruising lightly past both my pussy and anus once again... he had yet to finger me, but after having him inside of me already I was partly stretched anyway.
His breath inches away from everything that was exposed to him, I was visibly shaking as I wondered what he was going to do to me.
I just wanted him inside of me again.
"Lay on top of me, baby." Harry said, and so I moved, my hair getting soaked as I hit the stream of water that came pounding down with a force.
With his cock firmly lodged back in my mouth, I moaned as Harry's tongue slipped between my slit, his hands grabbing at my thighs and locking me down to secure me on him as he fucked me with his mouth.
He kissed and licked in and around my pussy, occasionally teasing my clit.
I tensed, feeling my orgasm building, yet the more I succumbed to the feeling of his hot mouth on my equally hot pussy, the further Harry spread my legs apart, opening me up on display fully.
"Fuck, Harry..." I panted, grasping at my hair as I sat up, all my weight completely on his head, my hips gyrating and grinding, moving on his face on their own accord; "Get your tongue in there, baby... so good, mmm, fuck."
Harry alternated between long deep licks of his tongue, with short quick flicks on my clit.
I had nothing to hold on too to keep me quiet, so I clamped my hand across my mouth to suppress my moans.
Moving my hips completely across his face, I trembled at the feel of his amazingly torturous tongue on my pussy, his hands holding me firmly on my ass cheeks while I gently began rubbing my breasts, teasing and grazing over my nipples... moving my hand down until I reached my clit.
I gasped, feeling his fingertip enter my anus once again, my body slowly becoming used to Harry playing and teasing me there.
I could feel my climax building deep within me, and I knew Harry could feel my body reacting to his magic tongue, mouth and fingers, as I delicately began stroking the hood of my clit with my own fingers.
I was begging him to penetrate me inside my head, and everything became so intense as I battled to stay upright above him.
I screamed into my hand as I came, Harry reaping in the awards as he buried his face deep between my legs, laying there content as I rode his face like a madwoman.
Without a second's hesitation, I was flipped gently onto my back and came face to face with Harry, his lips and the outer corners of his mouth glistening with my arousal.
I smirked as I wiped him with my thumb, before bringing it to my lips and licking it slowly, tasting myself.
"Taste good?" He asked me, my legs now spread as he settled himself before me.
I nodded; "Tastes amazing."
"You do," he agreed, "So much so, I'm going to fuck you again with my mouth."
I watched him move expertly, just as I was about to protest when I slowly felt him licking my pussy and teasing my entrance with long licks and strokes that made me tremble.
I laid there, my man devouring me, over sensitive as his mouth and tongue became hot on my pussy and lapped up my juices.
I groaned loudly, palming and playing with my breasts; or grasping at his hair as I was began to lose my mind.
"H-Haaarry-"
I enjoyed the feeling immensely, as it brought me back to the night I first gave myself to him in Italy and he gave me what was probably the best oral I had ever received- and still receive for the record.
"When I tell you too, I want you to play with yourself, got it Iz?" Harry said suddenly, putting me off with his voice that was soaked with sex.
I nodded, just as he caught me by surprise by moving lower and licking my anus.
"Now, Iz." He ordered sensually, and I did as I was told, playing with my clit as Harry grazed his tongue deliciously on my anus and his fingers toyed with my pussy.
I gasped at the feeling, the sudden intensity of Harry slowly caressing my tight hole with his tongue and lips, while I played with my clit which was enough to send me over the edge.
He devoured me, licking and sucking and slurping like he was starving, alternating from both holes while I focused on my clit.
I couldn't get enough of this delicious man and by the looks of things, he couldn't get enough of me.
I cried out as Harry began stroking his cock in front of me, savouring the way his mouth was on my flesh.
The sight of him wanking before me and the sounds of ecstasy I could hear coming from us both fuelled my hunger; Harry completely driven to eat me out with even more enthusiasm than I had ever seen before.
"Obsessed... addicted..." Harry groaned, "Completely hooked on your pretty cunt, Izzy."
I cried out pleasurably as he darted his tongue in and out of my tight anus, his fingers now inside of my pussy as he tried to go deeper each and every time, his strokes firmer, longer and harder each time.
Not only did I want his hot jizz, I needed it and I could tell he needed to give it to me just as badly.
"Fuck yeah, Harry give me that hot come." I encouraged him, "Come all over me, mark me baby." I moaned, as he kept going, working me and himself over.
I tightened quickly, coming hard and fast, my orgasm erupting through me and beneath Harry as the water cascaded hard upon us.
"That's it, baby..." he panted, "Come for me, again Izzy."
Finalising and riding through the last few waves of my pleasure, I shuddered as Harry licked me clean, the water from the shower added for extra effect.
I paused lightly, giggling happily before pushing myself upwards and gazing at him, his hand still furiously moving as he fucked himself senseless.
I was breathless just looking at him.
"Let me," I murmured, my hand pushing at his chest for him to lay back; "I want to be the reason you come, Harry."
He kissed me hungrily, his hand ceasing movement on his dick, both hands now cupping my face tenderly.
We continued to kiss and tongue each other for a few more minutes, and while Harry cradled my head, my hand wondered and I couldn't help but touch him.
I fondled his balls gently, my other hand working on his cock, while my mouth dominated his lovingly.
We kissed softly, as lovers should and I found myself getting very turned on again at the touch and feel of Harry beneath me.
Stopping our kiss, I pushed him back lightly and I couldn't help but lick my lips as I enjoyed the view of my fiancé looking fully flushed and dying to come for me.
Then, I set to work, wanting to blow his mind the way that he had just done to me twice less than a few seconds ago.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his lap, my hands stroking his strong stomach before moving them under him and squeezing his sexy little bum.
I cheekily grinned at him, hearing his breathing intensify a little, knowing that he was deeply enjoying the attention he was receiving from me.
"Where are you gonna come, baby? Just so I know?" I asked, licking my lip sensually; "I don't want to waste a drop..."
"Will you swallow me, Iz? Please?" he asked breathlessly, brushing his wet hair back.
I nodded, accepting his wish before setting myself to work.
I loved sucking Harry off, and I wasn't quite sure why some girls didn't like giving head or swallowing their man's load; it was perfectly natural in my eyes and the guys fucking love it especially.
For me, when I'm blowing Harry and he explodes in my mouth, I feel so empowered, so sexy and so on top of the world because I got him off in a way that nobody else could.
It was a feeling that I could possibly try and explain, but I knew I would spend forever trying to find the right words for an explanation to describe it.
As the water ran down onto us, Harry began to groan and allowed his head to fall back as I stroked the root of his cock with my hands, my mouth swallowing his shaft again while I swirled my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock.
"Fuck, Izzy... you're so good sucking my cock, baby." He breathed, grasping at my hair and pulling it into a short fisted ponytail; "Just like that, baby yeah." he groaned, my mouth becoming firmer with my sucking as I drooled and slobbered all over his dick; "Oh, baby that feels so fuckin' good..." Harry moaned, his hands now clutching at my head; "Keep goin' Izzy, please-"
I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as I possibly could while breathing through my nose.
Taking him back out, Harry watched with what looked like was fire in his eyes as I held up his dick with my hand, and suckled on his balls, my fist squeezing his tip gently.
Burying my face in the space between his legs, I took his dick into my mouth again and swallowed it up completely, his thighs pressed right up against my cheeks, my nose literally digging into his lower abdomen while my eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair, giving him the big, brown doe eyed look that drove him fucking crazy.
Harry tensed beneath me, his groans getting louder and his breathing more desperate, as I firmly sucked his dick with a stronger suction, my hands fondling his heavy balls that were filled with his juicy spunk that was all for me to swallow up.
Wanting to send him over the edge, I cupped my breasts and let go of his dick, wrapping them around him.
I watched as his balls began to draw closer to his thighs, a sign that his orgasm was imminent and was going to happen any second now.
I knew he loved my breasts, and we hadn't done this in a while so I figured it was a nice way to finish him off.
As my breasts enclosed around Harry's cock, I moved them with a quick and steady, slick rhythm, my tongue hanging out to lick his tip lovingly every time it moved up.
I kept my eyes on my prize, noticing the way his eyes were tightly focused or shut; his hands were still enclosed around my hair, heavy breathing coming from his chest.
"Oh... Iz... I'm gonna come real soon, baby. I can't hold it much longer..." he rasped, "Please put your mouth back on me, babe. Suck me off."
Releasing my breasts, I groaned as he stroked and massaged them lovingly, my mouth moving to his dick to suck him harder and faster than before.
My pace and intensity grew with each up and down movement, my lips and hot mouth making loud slurping and sucking noises.
"Iz, I'm comin' baby-" Harry shook, his cock completely hard and throbbing deeply in my mouth, "FUCK." he yelled, his erection flexing; "Fuck fuck fuck-" he spasmed beneath me, almost ripping my hair out on the process.
I focused on the muscle in my mouth and tongued the head of his dick intently, tightening my grip around his balls to egg him on further.
I could taste the pre-cum that was dripping from him already, and with one swift suck and a cup of his delicious balls, Harry exploded and shuddered violently, letting out numerous 'fucks' as the intensity of his orgasm engulfed him, my throat and mouth filling up with his hot come.
I bobbed my head up and down and forced myself to quickly swallow it up, not wanting to lose a single drop of his precious liquid.
Spurt after spurt of hot come shot down my throat, and I gulped it down with harsh swallows, Harry holding my head down as his tip hit the back of my throat gently, making him growl like an animal.
I groaned, the sound becoming muffled as his own come mixed with my saliva.
Finally letting go of my head, I licked the tip of his shaft, valiantly swallowing it all down and finished him off, milking even more come out of his balls with my hands.
Harry was quivering, shaking almost with his whole body convulsing with involuntary aftershocks, more creamy, delicious juice trickling down my throat.
He completely collapsed against the curve of the wall, utterly spent and drained.
I lovingly stroked his thighs; his cock still in my mouth and leaking, but I had stopped sucking and licking because I knew he was very sensitive and was still twitching beneath me.
In his own time, I slowly felt him withdraw from my mouth, allowing my lips to give the head of his cock a soft little kiss, licking off the last remaining drops of fluid that he had released.
So yummy.
"Come here, you." he rasped, his hands grabbing at my head and lifting me onto his lips, our mouths reattaching with a firm, sweet kiss; "I love you... you always feel so good wrapped around my cock, angel."
"I love you too," I whispered, "We better get cleaned up for real this time. We seriously are going to be late for this flight at this rate..." I grinned wickedly, as Harry nodded and exhaled loudly; "Let's just lay here for a second though, yeah?"
"Yeah." Harry agreed, cuddling me into him as the water continued to cascade down over us.
***
"Well, look what the cat dragged in."
I sheepishly smiled, bowing my head a little as Harry's manhandling PDA continued as we walked into the Great Hall together.
His arm was slung loosely across my shoulder, his left hand dangerously close to cupping my breast while my own right arm had wrapped itself around Harry's waist securely.
He looked, incredible today.
Proudly wearing his trademark skin tight jeans, boots and one of his many shirts buttoned up loosely, the main man in my life looked every inch the rock star- and I was so proud to have him on my arm and by my side.
Hair loose and curly, Harry seemed at ease with himself as of late and after our morning shenanigans in the shower, I felt that things between us were a little different- but in a good way.
We had lots to discuss about last night still, but for now we were happy and content; and completely looking forward to devouring breakfast.
We were starving and we looked like every other young couple walking into the Great Hall together; utterly and irrevocably in love with one another.
My future sister-in-law however was hell bent on making us squirm, but Harry and I simply shrugged her teasing off and took two seats at her table.
"Morning, Gem. How's the head this morning?"
"Morning, little brother." She chimed back, her eyes peeping over the cup of tea she was now drinking; "I'm fine thank you, I would ask you the same question, but I think I already know the answer judging by your faces."
I smirked, pulling at my napkin to unravel my knife and fork ready for breakfast.
"Did you enjoy fornicating?" Gemma asked, making Harry almost spit his orange juice out; "Well don't act so bloody surprised, the entire wedding party put two and two together when they realised that you were both missing." She grinned, "You really weren't that subtle, y'know."
"I thought we were." Harry mumbled, "Oh well. Who cares."
"But, we enjoyed fornicating very much, thanks for asking." I grinned, earning myself a look of horror from Gemma and a wink from Harry.
"You're not supposed to admit to it, jeez!" Gemma exasperated, "Bloody hell. Don't have her as your partner in crime, will you?"
"She already is."
I smiled smugly, "Besides, if everyone knew after putting two and two together anyway, what's the point in hiding it?"
"True." She replied to me, "God, I truly feel for the poor sods that have to clean your room up. Jesus Christ." She muttered, making a face of disgust; "Mum's coming, don't tell her why you went off for God's sake."
I closed my mouth, covering it with my hand as I chewed loudly on some crispy bacon, my eye catching Anne and Robin from the side as they squeezed their way past some chairs before reaching the three of us.
"Well, where the bloody hell did you disappear off too last night eh? One minute we were talking, you went to speak to Izzy and the next you were gone!" Anne huffed, "Your father is not happy, Harry. He wanted a picture of the both of you in your suits."
I quickly took a sip of the fresh orange juice on offer, giving them both a short smile afterwards.
God, this was so awkward... not to mention that his suit was probably ruined.
Oops.
"Sorry mum, Izzy wasn't feeling well."
Oh great, make me look the baddie why don't you?!
"Oh Izzy love, is everything alright?" Anne asked, "You weren't stressing over that bloody article were you? Because I told Harry, I did, I told him that it was not your fault and-"
"Just had a bit of a headache, Anne. I'm fine, thank you." I interrupted, "I'm fine now, honestly."
"Is that what they call it these days?" Gemma responded, raising her eyebrow and grinning epically at the both of us; "OW!" She yelled, after the table had shifted, Harry moving nervously back towards his original seating position.
"What's wrong Gem?"
"Nothing, mum." She scowled, glaring at Harry, "Just caught my shin on the table leg."
"Careful sweetheart." Anne soothed, before turning back to Harry and I; "I'm so glad you two sorted things out. I don't like it when you fight."
"Me either." Harry smiled at me, his lips stained a little with a piece of egg yolk in the corner.
I laughed, licking my thumb and moving closer, rubbing the excess from his lips before he thanked and kissed me.
"Oh they sorted things out alright mum. Sorted each other out by the looks of things." Gemma retorted, as Harry playfully smirked while taking another mouthful of his drink.
"Don't be so crude, Gemma."
"I'm not being crude, I'm being truthful."
"Where's Michal this morning then, Gem?" Harry asked annoyingly, knowing full well he was pushing her buttons.
"Harry, be nice." Anne warned him, to which he held his hands up and began smirking like an idiot; "And you," she turned to Gemma, "Things may have been a little obvious on their part, but stop it with the snide remarks Gemma."
I watched her eyes roll repeatedly, the awkwardness ripening by the second.
"When do you two leave for LA?" Robin interrupted, "Isn't it today?"
Harry nodded, "Yup. Leaving in a couple of hours for a couple of days, it'll be good to get away for a bit just the two of us."
"Not a business trip or anything then, Harry?" Anne asked lightly, "You haven't fully decided on what you're doing with Jeff yet, have you?"
I stalled.
How did she...?
"No, mum. I haven't." Harry quickly swallowed, "Izzy and I talked it through, and it seems it just wasn't the right time to sign the contract. We're waiting until Christmas."
"Christmas?" Anne said, sounding utterly elated, "Oh that's brilliant news! So you're actually coming home for Christmas before the big day, Harry?"
"I, uh... we haven't really discussed it yet-" Harry stammered nervously, as I slowly watched the light extinguish in Anne's eyes.
It made my heart break in two, because I could see in her eyes how much she wanted Harry to be home and to have a proper, family Christmas.
It was clearly important to her, and seeing as she hardly ever saw him, I figured Christmas could be at least her time with him.
With us.
"We haven't discussed it properly no," I said slowly, taking Harry's hand above the table; "But, Harry's already informed me how amazing Christmas is up yours... I don't really have anyone other than Ryan now, and I assume he'll be with his family, and of course Phoebe will be with Liam and Callum, so if you fancy it... I could pop up too?"
"Pop up?!" Anne scoffed, "Don't be so bleedin' daft Izzy, you're family. You don't pop up, and of course you're welcome up! I'm insulted that you even had to ask!"
I grinned at her, Harry murmuring a "thanks baby" beside my ear, which made me feel good about myself because I had made his mother happy and he was appreciative of it.
"I understand that it's your first Christmas together, isn't it?"
"It is." Harry answered, "But, what's the point in spending it alone in London..."
"Well you wouldn't be alone, you would be together wouldn't you?" Anne pressed on.
"Well we would, but what's the point in just celebrating alone when we could be with you guys up in Holmes Chapel anyway?" I interrupted, finishing Harry's sentence for him.
I smiled hugely at both my fiancé and his mum.
"You'd really stay with us? Your first Christmas?" Anne asked, almost in disbelief; "I wasn't sure if you'd want to go home Izzy, you know, see your parents and your gran... nobody would have said anything if you wanted too, sweetheart."
I smiled at her, "Of course, I understand that. But I think I'm pretty much done doing the same thing every year... I think it's about time I started making new memories, starting with you guys."
"Someone pass me the sick bucket, arghhhh." Gemma groaned, as Anne tutted her; "Oh they know I'm kidding mum, chill out."
"If you can't handle your drink Gemma, then you shouldn't-"
"I'm going for a nap." She interrupted, "Guys, if I don't see you later before you go, safe flight and enjoy your trip. Love you both." Gemma added, and with that, she was gone as quick as a flash.
"What's crawled up her ass today?" Harry asked, frowning.
"I think it's Michal." Anne sighed, "She won't say, but I'm pretty sure I heard them fighting yesterday."
"You mean last night, love." Robin corrected her.
"Yeah, yeah. It's just, I can't quite put my finger on it. I don't know what's wrong with her."
"Do you want me to have a word with her before I go?" Harry offered, to which Anne shook her head.
"No, no love. I wouldn't want her upset anymore and to then take it out on you. Thank you, though. You were always such a sweetheart, you still are. My darling, handsome boy."
"I think she's in love with him." I said openly, causing Harry to gaze at me; "Michal, I mean. I think she's in love with Michal."
"Gemma? In love?" He snorted, "C'mon, babe-"
I immediately frowned, "Why is that so hard to believe? Gemma is capable of loving someone Harry, just as much as someone is capable of loving her."
"I feel for the poor bloke."
I ignored him, turning my gaze and attention to Anne.
"Ask her, and see what she says." I encouraged Anne, to which she gazed at me, almost too sceptically.
"What makes you so sure?"
"Just something that she said last night... plus, when has Gemma ever wanted to get so heavily plastered before?"
"Izzy has a point, y'know Anne." Robin spoke freely, "Maybe you and Gem could escape to the spa treatment room and get it out of her, that way I can retreat to the bar and watch the footie."
"Is that all you bloody think about, beer and football?!"
"Not exactly... you and the kids in there somewhere too, my love."
Anne rolled her eyes, "Well, this is what married life does to you kids. Don't rush into it, at least not three times like I bloody did."
I snorted, just as Harry bowed his head and chuckled.
"All the things you look forward too eh Izzy? You look forward to marrying the love of your life, only to be kicked to the side for beer and football."
"Don't forget the women." Harry said quietly, to which I kicked him; "I was joking!" He laughed.
"Better bloody had be, Styles."
"Anyway, we'll love you and leave you to finish up your breakfast, do you need a hand packing or anything?"
"No thanks mum, already done."
"Right, well don't forget to see your father and Jo before you go, have a safe flight over to LA and Harry please call me when you've both landed, alright? I don't need anymore stress or anxiety in my life."
"I will, mum." He promised, hugging her tight before kissing his cheek lovingly; "I love you very much."
"I love you too baby," she smiled, before pulling away and coming forward to me; "Look after each other out there, and enjoy every second. Love you too, darling."
"I will, and thank you. Love you more." I replied, as the next few minutes complied itself of hugs, kisses and endless promises between the four of us, before Anne and Robin finally disappeared and left us alone.
"So, beer, football and women hm?"
Harry grinned sheepishly, "Just joking I was, babe."
"Of course you was." I muttered, rolling my eyes playfully at him.
I couldn't wait until we got to LA.... I was so excited, and this trip was going to be the best.