Our love was always right. It was our timing that seemed wrong.

When Harry laughs it's nice. I feel light and warm. It's the same when he smiles. His smile is always big and sincere. His grins are playful and his smirks... Fuck, those are nothing but sin.

When Harry sleeps he likes to keep contact with me in any way. When he leaves me for the day he always calls me in between the hours and texts me when he sees something that reminds him of me.

When Harry and I first met I warned him about me. I told him it wasn't the right time for him to fall in love with someone like me. To want to spend all of their time with me and not the rest of the world that wanted his attention. He didn't listen and I'm grateful for that.

When Harry and I got married he gave me a look that had me weak in the knees. The kind of look that follows you everywhere and can make your face blush redder than blood. It was a happy look. A love stricken look. A look that made me forget about my dark times.

I was so sure my parents were the only ones who could love me for me and then Harry popped up and I lost my mind in the best possible way.

"Tomorrow when we tell your parents you'll still love me right?" I look towards Harry surprised he had woken up from his nap. He stands by the door with a questioning gaze.

I raise both my eyebrows, "Is that really a question of yours?"

He shrugs and crosses both arms across his chest, "You're not exactly the easiest to read..."

"Yes I am, shut up."

He pouts and walks to me. He's playful and confusing all in one. "Why are you always gone when I wake up?" He asks prying my arms away from my chest and picking my hand up to play with it as he stands in front of me. "Every time you're either lost in thought or in another room imagining how things could go wrong."

"Not always..." I mumble trying to defend myself from his truths. "Sometimes I just can't sleep."

He sighs not believing me, I can tell. "Presley," he tuts looking up at me, "Come on baby, don't keep me out. What's the matter?"

The thing with Harry is that he won't ever let things be. He won't ever let me deal with things my own way. It always has to involve him in some way.

"Why do you always think something is wrong?"

"Well for one you're looking out the window when the view clearly sucks. You'd think for the amount this suite costs the view wouldn't suck..." He pulls me up and takes my place on the love seat. I sit between his thighs and lean back. His arm curls around the front of my stomach to my side. He's warm and sadly he's right this view does suck.

"Don't say suck, Harry. You're too pretty for that word."

He chuckles, "Bubs, what's got you so preoccupied?"

My sigh comes out with no motivation and exhaustion. "Honestly, I don't even know anymore Harry. It's like sleeping is taboo for me right now."

Harry hums and kisses the side of my neck, "Ben and Louis' visit might have something to do with it. It was pretty intense for a while there."

I cringe when I remember Ben's wet eyes and his lower lip trembling. It's like a punch in the gut.

"Maybe," I shrug. "Or maybe your mom put a curse on me. She has that sort of ability Harry. I swear on it."

"Baby," Harry mumbles amused. He's cute when he's amused. "Mum would not do something like that to you."

"Don't lie you fucker."

Harry gasps playfully and pinches my side happily watching me squirm."Okay, okay, take it easy there bub."

"I don't even know why I married you," I try to pull away from Harry and his wandering hands. It only makes him pull me closer and tighter. A laugh bubbles out of me when Harry starts tickling my sides. "Harry... we're not, oh God you fucker I've got asthma."

Harry laughs with me keeping me close to him, he arm holding me down by my stomach. "You're so cute Presley. I swear you can do no wrong."

"Again with the lying?" I say between my fit of laughter.

"Turn," he chuckles finally letting me. I do as he asks and straddle his lap his arms wounding around me as soon as I'm close enough. "Hello gorgeous," his grin only grows when he sees my cheeks heat up embarrassingly fast.

"You're such a hazard you know." One that could potentially kill me and I'd be okay with it. I let my hand cup the back of his head and I begin playing with the hair there.

"And you are my dream," Harry says wistfully. He says it so sure I can't not believe him. "Am I your dream?"

I look at Harry and see his secret nerves shining out of his green eyes. I smile at him and hum. "You've always been my dream Harry. You still are."

"I'm here now though. Baby I'm here." Harry always feels like reminding me he's here now, that he's not going to leave. Like that will somehow make me forget.

And when I start to feel defensive I always remind him: "You weren't always here." It's my fear, one that I find just. "I know you're here Harry but sometimes it's hard to remember that you're not going to leave this time."

Harry leans in and kisses my cheek with a soft sigh. This is where this conversation ends because Harry doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to change my mind and make me forget about everything.

"I'm trying," I mumble pathetically.

Harry looks up at me and nods, his eyes alert to my wet emotions that I hate showing.

He cups the back of my head, "Baby, please don't cry, I know you're trying love. I know you're trying hard, I'm sorry."

I shrug, that seems to be the only thing I know how to do. That and overthinking are my best talents.

I lower my head and rest it against his shoulder. His arms tighten around my middle and he shuffles bellow me against the pillows on the couch trying to get comfortable enough not to move me. Harry wants me to stay asleep. Something I appreciated greatly.

As long as Harry knows I'm trying I'm okay. It's okay.

I let my eyes close and finally my brain begins to shut down and I welcome sleep with open arms and heavy eyelids.

****
"You shouldn't be here."

I can hear voices. They sound jumbled and distant.

"I'm your--"

"Don't start and keep your voice down," I hear Harry hiss and I feel his hand on the back of my head as though he's trying to protect me from something.

"How did you find out we were here?" Harry sounds annoyed. I want to reach out and try to calm him but half of my brain fears that I'm what he's so irritated with.

"You're not exactly unknown Harry and watch your tone with me." There's a women here. She sounds like Harry only not so sweet. "Judging by your hand--"

"Don't." Harry all but snarls. "You cannot say anything negative about this. I won't allow it." I feel Harry press a kiss against my head. I wish I could return it. "Look, I don't want Presley waking up right now. She's hardly been able to sleep and now that she's finally down I'd like to keep her that way so if you're going to yell or make me yell the door is right there. Feel free to use it and lock it on your way out."

"Wow, Harry, now you decide to stand up for her?"

"Oh shut up," I know Harry's rolling his eyes at the second voice my head hears. "You two are ruining what's supposed to be the best part of it all."

I move my head softly against Harry. I want to wake up and see who he's arguing with. "Shh baby, sleep. Just sleep love." He kisses my head again and I notice the voices are gone right now.

"I want to see," I scramble out tired.

Harry chuckles underneath me, "Baby sleep."

I blink my eyes trying to get them to stay open. I'm hoping to not feel so dead, that somehow with my rapid blinking I'll manage to suck up enough energy to see who Harry is being rude to.

"Presley--"

"Harry let the her wake up." My heart stops when I hear the voice more clearly.

"Oh my fuck," I only mean to say that in my head, not for everyone else who seems to be here to also hear me and laugh. It's not meant to be a joke. This is not funny. Her being here is not something I take lightly. "Harry--" I pick my head up from his shoulder and keep my eyes squeezed shut. "If I open my eyes will we be alone?"

Harry sighs, "No baby."

"So if I look..."

"Mum will still be here," Harry finishes for me gently. Like him being gentle is going to fix this. "Presley open your eyes."

I shake my head.

"Presley--"

"Fuck no--"

"Hey Pj, I don't blame you." Gemma sounds a lot different. She doesn't have the authority in her voice that both Harry and his mother carry. She sounds soft. She sounds nice. "But you gotta open your eyes. You're twenty not three." Never mind, kind my ass.

I turn my head to look at her and finally open my eyes only to see her blonde hair and kind eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I see Anne starring passively at me. However, I'm going to try my hardest only to look at Gemma and her sweet face.

"Hi Gemma," I mumble.

She smiles, "Ello' Pj or would you prefer I call you sister now?" She raises an eyebrow in question. And fuck she knows. They both do.

"Gemma", Harry warns. He lets me stand and joins me swinging his arm over my shoulders. "Don't start."

"Hey," she throws both arms up, "I think this is great. It's about time you got your shit together Harry and put a ring on my gorgeous Pj." Much like her brother she beams at my red cheeks satisfied with the results of her words. "I'm only teasing, it's my right as her new sister and for not being invited. I mean, I get why mum wasn't but come on. This is me we're talking about."...She makes a good point.

Harry rolls his eyes at his sister, "No one was invited."

"But we're your family," Anne says finally speaking her eyes looking at me. "Problems aside Harry, you're my baby, I should've been there."

I swallow thickly preparing myself, "My family wasn't there either." I only feel the need to say this so things don't blow up. I don't want to cry for twenty minutes in the bath tub again.

"Oh," she murmurs softly.

I look at Harry quickly and then at Gemma who looks slightly relieved at the news. Then I look back at Anne and it all clicks. "Did you think we only kept you away?" Both women look anywhere but at me. They don't respond and I don't need them to, to know the answer. "I wouldn't do that you know? Despite what has happened I wouldn't."

"I know," Anne softly replies.

"Do you?" Harry says before I can. Hearing her say it is one thing but knowing she means it is a whole other. "Mum, Presley is not what you think. I should've said this at the dinner, I know but I'm going to say it now. I'm the one who doesn't deserve her. I hurt her, I left, I did everything I could that would make her hate me. I--"

"I didn't deserve to be there," she says interrupting Harry and surprising me and Gemma. "When I first heard I thought it was another stupid rumor. I didn't believe it and I wasn't going to because I knew you wouldn't do that to us." The sinking feeling in my stomach grows and Harry's arm tightens around me. This is the blow I was preparing myself for. "Gemma and I have been trying to reach you for the past three days Harry and when you didn't answer I called Louis." That bastard.

Anne sighs, "He didn't come right out and say it. He didn't even use the word married. He didn't have to. Deep down I knew you both had gone on this Holliday for more reasons than to just escape the paps. And even though there weren't pictures of you, Presley, there were pictures of Harry wearing a ring I had never seen before... Gemma connected the pieces and I cried."

"Mum--"

Anne shakes her head to stop both of us from saying anything. "I didn't cry because you had gone away to get married. I was relieved," she swipes under her lashes and Gemma gives her mom a supporting smile. I look at Harry and I'm secretly glad he's as confused as I am. "I was relieved and mad at myself. I was a monster the first time we met Presley. I was cruel and judge mental. Had you said something, had I known the truth--" she breathes in shakily. "But then you left--..."

"I was humiliated. I didn't want to let you to see me humiliated." I was embarrassed . I couldn't look at her and not want to slap her senseless. I hated myself for even wanting to do something like that to her.

Her head lowers and I'm not sure if it's in shame or she just can't look at me. "You have to understand where I was coming from Presley. During your time apart Harry was--" she lets out a puff of air, "My child was in pain and I couldn't do anything about it. He was hurting and from what I knew you were out following him, drunk, tormenting him. He was so in love it nearly killed him."

Getting slapped would have hurt less. Being stabbed continuously would have been nothing compared to what I feel at this very moment.

"Mum, I did it to myself." Harry takes a deep breath as his arm flexes around me tightening. "I screwed up mum and I couldn't tell you because then it would've made it real and I wouldn't have had any other choice but to believe Presley and I were over and I did that. It was never my love for Presley that was going to kill me, I would have killed me. "

"I know that now," Anne says watery smiling at Gemma when she takes her hand. "I'm so happy Harry fell in love with you, Presley, and I am so sorry for telling you otherwise." She cries her eyes watching me desperately for my reaction, I just... I don't know what it should be.

I move away from Harry's embrace and walk towards the sobbing women slowly. I stare at her for a few seconds before I do something I never thought I would...

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders not knowing what else I'm supposed to do. I never know to be honest but I take it as a good sign when her arms go around me and she is squeezing me.

Today Harry's mom surprised me, well, surprised us with an apology I never asked for. I fell asleep and my heart is still shaking in my stomach even if that's not possible.

We've only got my family left to tell and chances are if Harry's mom figured it out my parents already did to and that is terrifying.

Notes

I've only got two left. It makes me sad. Xx