ALWAYS

I crawled into bed beside Harry. I grinned as I rested my head on his chest. I laid my hand right next to my face, over his heart. I couldn't take my eyes off the ring as I caressed Harry's chest with my thumb. It wasn't that the ring was so shiny or how the diamond was cut. I didn't care about how expensive it was. It was what the ring meant that had me so captivated. In, hopefully, a short amount of time, I was going to be married to the man that I was cuddling. The thought made my heart race and my breath quicken. I said what my name would be in my head over and over. I quickly covered my face and tried not to cry.
"Noli. Noli, what's wrong, baby?" Harry asked noticing the tears. I shook my head quickly. "Baby, you're scaring me." Harry chuckled nervously.
"You really want me to marry you?" I asked looking up at him.
Harry nodded, "I really want you to marry me." I lifted my head a little more and placed my lips on his. "I love you, Noli." He whispered into my lips as I started to cry again.
"I love you." I whimpered.
"Why are you cryin', love?" Harry laughed, laying me back. He leaned over me with concerned eyes and he caressed my cheek with his thumb. "Come on, talk to me."
"I'm going to have the same name as my child." I said fight back tears. Harry nodded, sadness filling his eyes. "And you and I..." I motioned between us. "We're never going to be apart again."
"Never again, baby. You're stuck with me now. You'll never be able to get rid of me. Not even when we die." Harry smiled, brushing my hair off my face. "What's got you so weepy though? These things should make you smile." Harry asked with a genuine curiosity.
"They're happy tears, Bear. They are." I grinned.
"What's got you thinking about it all of a sudden?" Harry inquired, a small smile on his lips. I inhaled deeply and explained my thoughts to him. "You were crying because you said your name to yourself?" Harry bit his lip, fighting tears as well.
I nodded, "I used to say it to myself all the time before, you know." Harry nodded in understanding. "Now it'll be real. I'll get to sign things with Enola Styles instead of Enola Grace and I..." Tears cascaded out of my eyes again. "I don't think I've ever wanted anything that much." Harry let a few tears slip off his face and onto mine. "When we were kids it was like it was just a game to play, talking about all this but..."
"I know, baby. I know." Harry beamed before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "It was nice of my mum to take Darcy for the night." Harry smirked a bit.
I traced his lips with my fingertips, "Can't I just hold you tonight?"
Harry's smirk softened and he nodded, "Yeah. Like old times." We both sat up and disrobed quickly. Once I was lying down again, Harry rested his head on my naked chest. "Yeah. I missed this." Harry murmured, winding his arm around my waist. He buried his face further into my breasts and I tightened my grip on his shoulder. I cradled the back of his head in my hand, caressing the shaven part tenderly. "Noli?" Harry murmured. I hummed in response. "When do you wanna get married?"
"When tour is done with?" I asked with a giggle, wondering if that was too soon.
Harry beamed up at me, "Two weeks after I get back. Lets do it."
"Seriously?" I was shocked by his agreement.
He nodded, "Yeah. I can spend two weeks with Darcy here at home. We'll get hitched then you and I can go on a honeymoon, let Darcy stay with my mum or my sister. We could go back to Italy, stay in the same house." I smiled at the thought. "What do you think?" Harry asked. I nodded quickly, loving the idea. Harry grinned and placed his lips on mine lightly. I held him tighter and he slipped his leg between mine.



I woke to the feeling of tender kisses on my back. I smiled and buried my face in the pillows. I felt Harry smirk against my skin and his hand slide up my side. I turned my face to look at him. Harry's eyes met mine instantly as he sweetly kissed my shoulder. I placed my hand on his face, stroking his cheek gently.
Harry pressed his forehead to mine, "Good morning, gorgeous."
"Morning, baby." I beamed at him before pushing him onto his back. Harry chuckled as I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I pushed my hands into his hair and giggled.
"What? Why the giggles?" Harry asked just above a whisper.
"I think that I like the hair." I replied combing my fingers through it. "You just look so damn sexy this morning." I stated as I placed my lips over his. Harry lifted his head just a little to kiss me properly, but I moved my head back just a bit. Harry grunted a bit. "I don't know if it's those green eyes or the hair or this..." I kissed his jawline slowly. "I think it might be all three." I moved my hips back just a bit, making him groan quietly. "Or..." I smiled down at him. "It could be the fact that I'm going to marry you." Harry smiled brightly. I kissed his lips teasingly. "But the hair is really doing something for me." I smirked, pulling it softly.
"Someone is in a good mood this morning." Harry chuckled as his hands sliding down my back to my rear.
"Don't I know it." I laughed and placed my lips on his fully. Harry kissed me deeply and passionately. I moaned into his mouth, sliding my hips back even more.

Harry had his head on my chest as we were still snuggled in bed. It was well after noon but Anne hadn't brought Darcy back yet. I skimmed my fingers over his hot, smooth back as he rested comfortably.
"Harry." I whispered.
"Nooo." Harry laughed. "I can't. Not again. He doesn't work anymore." Harry chuckled even quieter. I giggled myself and held him tighter. I kissed his hair and went back to caressing his skin slowly. Harry looked up at me, "But you weren't going to tell me you wanted to make love again, were you?" I shook my head. "What's up, baby?" He asked gently.
"Do you ever think about what it would've been like had you woken up next to me that morning, when I came to see you?" I inquired.
Harry shrugged, "Some times. Well, I think about what life would've been like had you come back to me when you found out you were pregnant." Harry lifted himself up just a bit. He didn't disconnect our skin very much. "Do you?" He sounded nervous.
I nodded, "Yeah. I think about what would've happened had I stayed. What you would've said and done." Harry shifted again so he was leaning over me more. "Just little things I guess. The stupid things really." I replied shyly.
"Tell me." Harry almost sounded as though he were pleading.
"Um, I dream that you would wake up startled to see me and even more startled to see my belly." I blushed. Harry nodded slowly. "But then you'd relax and smile, just happy to have me in your arms. I'd wake up and smile at you the way I always used to and do now." Harry and I both grinned a bit. "But then I'd freak out because I planned on leaving before you woke up. I'd get up and scramble only for you to pull me back into bed and tell me stress isn't good for the baby." Harry laughed, it would be something he'd do. "Then I'd start to cry and you'd get out of bed to comfort me. You'd kneel in front of me and put your hands under my thighs the way you do when you really want me to listen to you." I explained. Harry smiled a bit more, knowing he did it a lot. "The heat of your hands makes me calm a little. You'd ask me how far along I am and what I'm having. Then you'd ask if she was yours. I'd cry and tell you I didn't know." A few tears slipped from my eyes. Harry brushed them away with no hesitation, even though he looked ready to cry. "You'd press your forehead to mine then tell me it didn't matter. You'd tell me that you love me still and that you're going to take care of me." I whimpered. "You'd kiss me and say that you'd be her dad no matter what." Harry frowned seeing more tears fall from my eyes. "Then you'd make love to me because we would both feel that she was yours when you put your hands on my belly." Harry pressed his lips to mine to stop my tears. I wound my arms around him tightly. "I'm sorry, Harry."
"No no. Don't be sorry, baby." Harry murmured backing out of the kiss. "I want you to tell me this stuff." Harry stated. "I think that it would've happened that way too. I would still love Darcy and be so madly in love with you if she wasn't mine. I would love her like she was and I would help you raise her." Harry assured me. I nodded slowly. "But she's my baby. Our baby and you're going to be my wife, so none of that other stuff matters. We're right where we're supposed to be, Noli." Harry beamed through his tears. I nodded slowly, trying to wipe my face. "In less than a year we're going to be married and then we'll have all the babies that we talked about. It's all the way it's supposed to be." Harry murmured, stroking my hair away from my face. I lifted my head and captured his lips between mine with that needy kind of passion. The kind of passion that told him that I needed his affection.

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