13 Weeks Along
-Ava's POV-
I stare at the empty seat across from me as the captain's voice comes through the small speakers throughout the plane.
'We'll be arriving at our destination in roughly twenty minutes. Please find your seats and take note of the fasten safety belt sign when we begin our decent.'
I grab my bag laying on the floor next to me, stuffing my headphones and iPad into it mindlessly.
"Do I get a clue yet?"
I look up to find Harry taking a seat across from me.
"Not yet." I shake my head, forcing a smile on my face.
"Sleep well?"
"Yeah. I bet you're tired."
"Am alright." He shrugs, "Sorry I've been on the phone so much."
I nod, looking out the window at the Indian Ocean thousands of feet below us.
Eight hours... That's how long we've been on the plane, flying to our honeymoon. I rented a particular plane, one that had a comfortable bedroom in the back of it. We were flying overnight and I didn't want to be completely jet lagged when we arrived.
And it worked. At least for me.
The bags under Harry's eyes are proof he never saw the inside of the bedroom. He got on the phone about twenty minutes into our flight, and he'd been on it practically ever since. I think he'd gotten one or two very small naps in and that was it.
He was fighting with someone. I heard his voice raise numerous times, always immediately falling back to a hushed whisper. He would appear every once in awhile, running his hand through his hair anxiously. Chewing on his bottom lip.
He was worried. Stressed.
I'd asked him what's wrong but he brushed me off. Assuring me everything was fine when I knew very well it wasn't.
Then his phone would ring again. He would ignore it. But it didn't stop ringing. So once again he'd answer it, disappearing into another part of the small plane so he could talk in private. Leaving me alone.
"I'm sorry Av."
"It's fine." I force another smile as my eyes meet his.
"Can't fool me with that." He points at my face, "Know you to well. I shouldn't... I hadn't meant to be on phone so much. Bloody perfect way to start our honeymoon yeah?"
"Who were you talking to?"
"Isn't important."
I sigh, "Well that's reassuring, knowing you spent the first eight hours of our honeymoon on the phone with someone who wasn't important."
"I didn't.. That's not what I meant love." He frowns, "Was just dealing with a bit of shite from management. They don't fancy us all disappearing. And when I told them I'd be off the radar for another week... Well they weren't to keen on that."
"Surely they understand. Even Harry Styles deserves a decent honeymoon right?"
"Right.." He clears his throat, coughing a little, "You know how they are. Bunch of wankers. Just didn't want you worrying about it is all. Can we please forget it? Won't have this mucking up our honeymoon... Only getting one of these after all."
He smiles at me, his dimples popping as he looks me over. Damn those dimples. They make it impossible for me to stay annoyed at him. Well, those and all his other perfectly sculpted body parts.
"Forgive me?" He raises his eyebrows, pouting.
"Alright, but you have some making up to do. The next six days I expect loads of groveling."
"Done." He stands up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him. "Might as well get started."
He presses a few buttons on a small remote laying on a table and suddenly soft music is playing through the speakers.
One arm wraps around my waist as the other snatches my hand.
"May I have this dance Mrs. Styles?"
I chuckle as I drape my arm over his broad shoulders. "You may."
We move ever so slowly to the music, the side of Harry's face pressed against my own.
"Have we really been married eight hours and I haven't even had my way with you yet?" He questions, his breath hitting my ear.
"Your fault, I spent a good two hours in that dress before I took it off myself."
"Don't tell me that." He groans. "Properly ruined it, didn't I?"
"That you did Styles."
He leans away from me, looking in my eyes, "Go put it back on yeah? I'll get back in my suit... Can do this right."
"No time. We're about to land."
He sighs, shaking his head and causing his hair to fall around his face.
"But maybe later?" I suggest, earning a smirk from him.
"Definitely later."
He ducks down, catching my lips in a kiss.
I've missed him. Ridiculous, we've been on the same plane this whole time. But I still missed him.
His hands move down my sides to my waist, pulling me against him as he slips his tongue into my mouth.
He's a little to good at this kissing thing. My knees are already weak and my heart is racing.
"Quickie?" He mumbles against my lips.
"Mmmhmm." I agree as he cups my bum, lifting me up with ease.
I wrap my legs around his waist tightly as he heads towards the bedroom, which is thankfully at the very back of the plane.
His soft lips attach to my neck as my fingers fumble with the door handle.
The second I get it open a loud ding sounds throughout the plane.
Harry pauses, his lips still against my neck.
"Seat belt sign. We're landing." I exhale, trying to slow my breathing.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Harry grumbles as he lets me down.
My feet hit the floor softly as our stewardess appears from the front cabin.
"Mr. and Mrs. Styles? We're beginning our descent so I'll need you both to take a seat." She smiles sweetly at us before picking up a few empty glasses.
We do as she asks, sitting down and buckling ourselves in.
Soon enough the landing gear is lowered and the tires are gently set down on the runway.
Harry glances out the window, his eyes searching for any sign of where we are.
"Seychelles International Airport." He reads out slowly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looks at me. "One place I've actually never been."
The stewardess appears, handing me a small brochure. "Your helicopter will be waiting to leave as soon as you depart the plane. Have a wonderful honeymoon!"
"Thank you!" I smile at her, thankful she was on the flight. I would of felt completely alone had I not had her to talk to.
"Helicopter?" Harry questions, "So weren't not staying on the island?"
"Not this one."
He narrows his eyes at me playfully, trying to read my face for any clues. "Which one?"
"You'll see." I smile at him as I stand up, throwing a few bags over my shoulders.
The helicopter ride is short, only taking about fifteen minutes before we are landing on the small helipad next to a large beach house.
Our bags are set inside the house as Harry and I take the small walk down to the beach.
The air is warm, crisp as it blows through my hair. Harry's arms wind around my waist from behind as we're left alone, the helicopter flying back to the mainland.
"Never seen a view so beautiful." He notes, pecking my neck softly.
"Glad you like it. Always wanted to come here."
"So we have the beach to ourselves?" Harry asks, turning me around in his arms and wiggling his eyebrows.
"No." I shake my head, "We have the island to ourselves."
"What?" His eyes widen as he looks left and right.
"It's a private island. This is the only house on it. We are the only two people on it. For the next six days."
"Have to say.. Didn't expect this." He chuckles, looking down at me. "It's perfect... Couldn't be more perfect. I love you Av."
"I love you." I smile at him.
"So only us yeah?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Only us." I nod.
"Well in that case.." He grins at me before pulling his shirt off over his head. "Looks like we need to take a swim...."
I laugh as he grips my shirt, pulling it over my head swiftly.
The rest of our clothes are dropped onto the sand, quick kisses and touches being shared before we are both bare skinned.
I'm thrown over Harry's shoulder as he giggles like a school boy.
I can't help but laugh as he carries me towards the water, more then looking forward to the next six days.
And every one of them being exactly like this.