Waking Up As Mrs Styles
Chapter Three
Trying to get over things in my head, looking into the mirror and staring into my soul. How? How the fuck did this happen? I brushed my teeth and heard someone coming upstairs, Harry then appeared behind me. "Baby..." He started, I sighed. "Ive been acting weird, yeah. Already heard it" I muttered the last part. Harry came up right behind me and held my waist, his lips connecting to my neck. "I love you baby, I can help you remember things" Harry mumbled against my skin. "Okay" I finished brushing my teeth before he leaned in. Fuck, what do I do? I haven't kissed anyone! Or maybe I have? Harry pressed his lips to mine, I kissed back. His arms remained around my waist as his fingers drew circles on my stomach. I pulled away and coughed before leaving Harry's embrace and going into our room. "Do we have any kids? Any pets? When did we get married? When the hell did we get together? How did I meet you? What happened?!" I rushed, making Harry chuckle. "Calm down. And no we don't have kids, we don't have any pets, we got married a week ago, we got together 5 years ago, we met at a supermarket, and yeah we've been together since our moment in the supermarket" Harry answered all my questions. "How old am I?" I wondered. 5 YEARS AGO? What? Harry stifled a laugh, "No! Tell me how old I am!" I practically shouted. "Baby, you're 22" Harry answered. "No I'm not! I was 17 when I fell from a tree and... I don't know. I blacked out and... What the hell happened? I definitely fell from a tree at 17 yesterday" I said confusedly. "It'll be okay I'll help you through everything. Lets start with our first date. I'll give you clues" Harry lay down in bed and patted the space next to him. I lay down next to my husband and decided to just go with whatever he'd say. "On our first date, I snuck you into my hotel, we ate your favourite food and watched a Disney movie-" "Oh yeah, we ate Chinese food and watched Bambi, and you acted like thumper as Louis walked in!" I suddenly remember. We dated for about 2 months then he asked me to be his girlfriend, he met my parents and my brothers like him. He met my best friend and used to drive me to school. I moved in with him at 18 and then we lived together until I was 21 and he proposed. Then we got married on a beach type island and we are in our new house. "Harry... I remember. This our new house!" I squealed, he chuckled and kissed my forehead. "It sure is" He replied. "A-and the wedding it was... You proposed when I was 21 and, we agreed to wait to have kids" I said quickly, "You are sure right" Harry smiled cheekily before sliding his large hand up my thigh. "I remember"
