Though small it's there. The small patch of light is there.

I look at Harry sleeping and wonder what I'd be doing now if he hadn't of returned. Would I have gone back to my old ways, maybe I finally would've drank enough to fully destroy myself. I look at him and I want to happily cry knowing I'll never know what I would be doing without him.

I have a husband now.

I have a home again.

"Baby," I hear Harry rasp sleepily. "Why are you awake, it's late."

I smile, my chest bursting with warmth as I take in Harry's tired state. His hair is a mess that is soft to the touch. He's bare chested, his black sweats hanging low on his hips as he sleeps.

"Actually, it's very early."

He hums moving his body over mine, resting his head on my chest. "You aren't trying to run out on your husband are you?"

I chuckle running my fingers through his hair, "You're very cute when you're sleepy."

"You should sleep so you can be cute too." He yawns and drops a kiss on my skin where he can reach in his position. He nuzzles his head against me his arms tightening around me. "Baby, sleep. We've had a very exciting day." I don't have to answer. Harry falls asleep easily after, his soft snores being the only source of noise in the suite.
****

"Are you okay?" Harry asks for the hundredth time. He keeps his focus on me while simultaneously enjoying his skillet breakfast. Such a pro. He drops his hand on my arm and gives it a gentle squeeze startling me."Baby?"

I shake my head as my mind begins to catch up. "What? Yeah, I'm fine." I'm a bit distracted actually, but I hope Harry hasn't noticed. "How are you?"

"Worried that my wife regrets marrying me."

I look at Harry, his words slapping me awake. His worried and anxious face hurts me in ridiculous ways. I don't want him to think I regret this. I don't, the idea alone seems impossible. "I'd never regret marrying you." I say simply, holding his hand in mine. "I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

He cracks a smile, a small one, "Then what's got you so distracted? We're on our honeymoon technically, and you're not paying me any attention."

"Marriage has made you needy, Hazard."

"Only for you," he utters smoothly with a cheeky grin. "What are you thinking about, bubs? Tell your husband won't you?"

"Husband is your new favorite word isn't it?"

"Only when you say it," he smirks. "Come sit with me."

I only do because he won't stop asking until I comply. He knows all the right buttons to press. He knows he's my weakness.

I straddle his lap, my mind still running wild. "Say it, please bubs. Say it." Harry says, his lips finding the sensitive part of my neck. "Just want to hear it once."

"It won't only be once," I whisper allowing his affection to warm me up. "You like it too much."

"I'd be crazy not too." He looks up, his lips puckered, "Say it and I'll let you ride me."

"Oh Harry, don't do me any favors," my words contradict my red cheeks.

He slides his hands down until they're holding my hips, his eyes turning dark and greedy. "Say it anyway."

And when he asks like that I can't deny him anything.

"I love you, baby, baby, baby."
****
"I'm exhausted," I groan naked and sadaited. "Fuck, I need to build up my stamina."

Harry grins big and bright, pride evident in his eyes. "I'm hoping that will make sure you sleep through the night."

"I slept fine last night."

"You didn't even sleep," he drapes his arm over my stomach and nuzzles the side of my neck. "Do you need your meds, love?"

The room grows silent and tense. Harry knows he's treading on shaky grounds with his questions and while I know he has every right to ask them, I wish he wouldn't.

"Presley--"

"My dad," I say after a few minuets. "I'm thinking about him, Harry. That's why I can't sleep much, I guess."

His arms tighten around me, "He's okay, love. Your mum would've called if anything had happened."

I nod against him, "He's going to hate me when he finds out," I sigh. My dads going to be so hurt when he learns Harry and I got married. And if survive that then Louis and Ben will both finish the job. "Everyone's going to fucking kill me."

"No," Harry mumbles his lips grazing my skin. "It'll be okay."

I don't believe him, "Imagine what everyone is going to say," I shudder. I can imagine it now. Both of our moms crying, my dad hurt beyond repair, our friends ready to commit murder. I'm so fucked I won't even be able to enjoy married life.

"Hey," Harry sits up and the sheets pool down to his waist. "What everyone thinks about us is none of our business. It doesn't matter."

"But it does."

"Why?" Harry's eyes try and read my face and I like to think that after twenty years on this world, I've finally mastered a pro poker-face. "are you embarrassed of me?"

Ah fuck me. I've hurt Harry's feelings without trying. I may not be good at many things but hurting Harry seems to be my specialty.

I caress his cheek, smiling when he leans into my hand. "Why the fuck would I ever be embarrassed by you? Am I really that bad of a wife for already hurting your feelings?"

His grin makes me happy and relieved that he no longer looks sad. "So cheeky my pretty baby. Much too cheeky." He nuzzles my face with his nose, "Call your dad, bubs. I want your attention completely on me when you ride me."

Well. Shit.

My cheeks heat up and the blood goes straight to my ears, "You expect me to call my dad and act normal when I know that's what you want to do right after?"

"I'll get you the phone," he smirks dropping a deliberate kiss on my lips. He moves off of me and grabs his cell phone handing it to me with mischievous green eyes. "Kiss," he puckers his lips and I roll my eyes at the child in front of me and do as I was asked.

The number is on his speed dial and secretly it warms my heart.

"Ah fuck, I think I'm going to shit myself."

"What? Baby--"

"I'm nervous, shut up," I press the phone to my ear as Harry burst into a fit of loud laughter.

"Hello? Harry?" My chest constricts as I hear my dads tired voice.

"Dad," I breathe my nerves still bubbling up my blood stream.

My dad laughs and it's a noise that can bring me to tears, "Hi baby, you have no idea how happy daddy is that you called."

"Dad I'm literally twenty, there's no need to word your sentences like that."

He laughs again and I wish I could see him. "As my child, Presley, you will never be old enough. Please respect my wishes as your father, you troubled bear."

"Why am I bear when mom is the one with the claws."

"Well, mom is my queen kid." I roll my eyes, of course my mom is treated like royalty because the women is dangerous when messed with. "How are you? Feeling better?"

"I should be asking you that."

"I'm doing better, sweetheart. Doctors are super proud of me." I can hear the excitement in his voice. It's all it takes for my eyes to produce salty water.

Harry sits up quickly after he sees my reaction, I shake my head hoping to keep him calm. "You're not lying are you? You're actually getting better dad?"

"He is baby! We're all so happy!" My mom shouts over the phone.

My face breaks out into a large grin. The kind of grin that I don't wear normally and has Harry looking at me curiously. "I'm coming home! Holly shit dad I really wish I could hug you right now!"

"Come home soon bear! We can hug all you want when you get here. I love you so much."

"I love you," and I'm married but I don't know how to tell you.

"Things are looking up baby. I told you they would." The line clicks then. Half of me is sure the universe is only playing with me right now. After everything I find it incredibly hard to believe my luck is changing...but, my fuck. Maybe it is.

"Good news?" Harry utters with a small smile.

My senses don't come back for a few seconds. I only manage to stare at the wall in front of me with a sincere smile. Harry's hand rubs comforting shapes on my arm and with one look at him I feel a spurge of energy flow through me.

I lunge at him, my mouth colliding with his. He catches me with a breathless laugh and moves us until I'm straddling is lap, both of my thighs separated by his middle. The sheet is low around my waist, and my naked chest is pressed against his.

"Fuck, I'm so happy they told you whatever they did," Harry says against my mouth.

"We're going to celebrate baby."

He groans in delight as I begin to move, teasing us both. "I'll do whatever you want."

"I kno--" I'm interrupted by the loud and desperate knocking on the door. I stop my movements and look at Harry startled.

"Are you expecting someone?" He asks looking just as surprised as I feel.

I shake my head, "No..." The knocking continues and my stomach starts to do flips, "Maybe your fans...?"

"I've got security on the floor babe." I get off of him and giggle at his disappointment. He curses under his breath as the annoying knocking continues. He gets up and throws on his sweats. He hands me his shirt and smirks. "Put that on Styles. Who's ever at the door is not going to see what's mine."

And if my year has been made by his words, no one has to know.

He puts on a different shirt of his that has been abandoned on the ground days prior. After finding my shorts and putting on his shirt I follow behind him. His arm wraps around my waist instinctively, and he brings me flush to his side, slightly hidden behind him.

He opens the door and my eyes almost fall out of my head. My heart is at my throat and I'm pretty sure I've forgotten my name. I feel Harry tense when he registers Louis and Ben at the door deadly glaring at us. And in my panicked state I do the only thing I can think of and slam the door in their faces.

I guess my luck isn't really changing and I won't be living long enough to fully enjoy married life.

Notes

It won't take so long next time. I promise on my earl grey tea. Xx. Happy 2k16Xx
~C.