After twisting the last hair, I grabbed a small black band and wrapped it round the end of my braid. I finish off dressing my body with a few rings on my fingers. All eight of my fingers had at least one ring on them besides my thumbs. They start to cramp and I don't know how Harry does it.
Silently, I walk out of the restroom in the airplane and head to my seat where I sit all alone. I wasn't sure where I was going since I didn't have time to check my ticket and the boys planned everything out. Surely, I was in for a surprise.
"Welcome to Paris! Please stay in your seat until further instruction. Hope you enjoy your stay!" the pilot says through the intercom.
With a roll of my eyes, I put on my sunglasses but stay seated. "Mrs.Styles, follow me." the flight attendant says. I get up and follow her to the exit of the plane. "Thank you for flying with us." she smiles, letting me to take the first steps off the plane with a nod of my head. I make my way to a sleek, suspicious looking, black 2018 Tahoe. "Mrs.Styles." the body guard nods opening the back seat door for me. I greet him back and slide onto the black leather with a huge smile on my face as I see my two teenagers on their phones.
"Hey baby's! Where's dad?" I smile pecking their cheeks. "Don't know." Edward shrugs. "Uncle Zayn dropped us off in LAX and to use common sense to get here." Ellie, the youngest, shrugs. "That bastard." I smile shaking my head. "How was your flight, mum?" Edward asks putting his phone down. "Like usual but lonelier. Didn't have a flying buddy. Your uncles always buy the seats around me so no one will bother me." I pout.
"Well that is because you are an old cranky lady." he chuckles. "Am not, you sucker!" Ellie and I laugh as I lightly smack him on the back of his head. "I'll let you know, i'm 34." I say. "You mean 43?" Ellie adds, smirking. "I thought you were on my side." I pout leaning against the window. At the end, I crack a smile and shake my head softly.
"I wonder what dad and our uncles have planned this year." Edward mumbles as I drift off to sleep.
I wake up twisting and stretching. "Mmmm..." I moan at the feeling of the soft cushion under me. Wait what?
I open my eyes slowly and see my favorite pair of eyes staring back. "Good afternoon, baby." He greets, cradling my cheeks. "Hey. I missed you." I smile pushing my face closer to his. He shows me his teeth and pushes in closer too. "I missed you too." he mumbles closing the space.
The feeling of Harry's lips on mine after 3 months is like our first kiss all over again. I remember that night he brought me back home from the dance at age 17 and he unlocked my door for me, using the opportunity to lean in and kiss me. He kissed me with much passion a 17 year old football player can show.
Everything went so fast from there. We were expecting twins at the age of 18 after at least a year of dating. I spent all of those days till the age of 20, cleaning, babysitting, getting more jobs, that I started working a bit more than 40 hours. Harry was living his dream hesitantly because of me. Not wanting to leave me alone in a small town was an understanding. But my love for him and just wanting to see him be happy, I had no other choice but to accept him and help him fulfill his dream.
Now the time is slower. We settled down for a year and started a new tradition. Three times a year we will have vacations. One vacation with the boys, one with our small family of four, and on with just the two of us. Harry tours every two years and it's something that benefits us. Because when it's a non tour year, we get to have him home, writing music in his cave. It just seems slower when we only get to see each other every three months.
Harry lifts himself in a plank position and looks down at me. "Baby." he says. "Yes?" I respond. "Baby. Let's make a baby." he says starting to kiss my neck. "Baby? Oh, baby! Wait!" I giggle as he thrusts his hips into me. "C'mon y/n.." he groans "We're still young and hot. Please!" he whines showing his bottom teeth as he pouts and begs. "That's not the problem Harry," I laugh. "The problem is the fact that I took my birth control on the plane. Let's try another time when I don't take it," I smile.
"Well let's at least practice."
