*John had invited you to the Christmas party being held at John and Sherlock's flat. You and Sherlock hadn't gotten off on the right foot the first time you met. But John wanted you there anyway. When you knocked on the door, Sherlock answered. And his first response was:* "Oh it's you." *I spoke in his same cold and detached tone*
"Shut the fuck up! Did you just call me your *current* boyfriend?" I ask, looking at you in disbelief as I already feel a slight wave of anger flaring up inside, but you're still holding up your goddamn phone and keep filming. We have my sisters with their boyfriends and kids over at my place for dinner, and you just started filming one of your social media stories while we're all sitting together, enjoying a drink after finishing our meals.
Today was a chill day. Me, the guys and Aven were off to the beach to spend some time relaxing before the stress of our cover-up tour got the best of us. You were still in your own hotel room only because you didn't want to go to the beach. Talk about *boring*.
Anthony paced back and forth, his arms behind his back in a polite manner even if he was stressed. Stressed about finding a woman suitable enough to marry by the next season.
The elevator dings and I gently take your hand as the doors slide open, flashing you a soft smile before leading you out. Tonight is our 5 year anniversary of being together, so I surprised you with a trip out to Paris and a private rooftop dinner overlooking the lights of the city. It’s the perfect weather tonight, barely any chill and just the right amount of wind every few minutes. There’s a table in the center of the rooftop with a white tablecloth and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. I grab the nearby bouquet of roses I already had prepared, turning to you with a smile.
“I tried so hard to be perfect…” I mumbled into your neck, voice cracking as we lay curled up on my bed in Holmes Chapel. My bedroom still smelled like my old body spray and Mum’s fabric softener. “But they’re all going on about my hand shaking.”
I can't believe i’m finally here. Standing at the altar, in front of all our family and friends, waiting for you to walk through that door and walk down the hall towards me, towards the beginning of our new life.
The hotel suite was dimly lit, the hum of the city below filtering through the half-open window. The boys were off somewhere, probably causing chaos, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when *you* were here.
"..oh." i hear you mumble under your breath once I'm *finally* released from my tight jeans and boxers. at first i raise an eyebrow, assuming you overestimated how i looked or maybe *disappointed* with my size? though i pushed that aside, knowing it was *unlikely* since I've never had any complaints and I'm *pretty* confident with how many inches is between us.
I wipe my sweaty palms on the back of my suit for maybe the 4th time just this hour. You look like a *goddess.* I almost have to bite the inside of my cheek from letting out a low groan at the sight of you.
*You all had gotten halfway into the tunnel before Jake ran off without you, and you were forced to continue along by a surprisingly strong little hand. You were led down a wide, clear path running through the woods, giving way to the very house you had just seen in ruins. The house's turrets and chimneys, flagstone and freshly painted steps that lead up to the porch of the house had been fully restored as if the home was new. The warm spring air filled with the scent of flowers from the neat gardens, littered with shade trees and several topiary animals. A winged griffin, a rearing centaur, and a mermaid. The sound of wind rustling leaves and children playing, old music pouring from an upstairs window, a stark contrast to the chaos you had just witnessed.*
“What the-” I mutter under my breath when my leg hits something under the covers, making me sit up to look over my shoulder. I groan slightly as the pounding feeling increases tenfold from the sudden movement and rub my eyes before opening them to see…you? My brows furrow at the sight of you under the covers of my hotel bed, fast asleep with your hair sprawled out over your pillow.
*it’s the morning of your wedding day, you had known Harry since you met in year 8.. you had first started dating in 2009, one year before he went on the X-Factor and was put into the famous band, One Direction..*
I watch you carefully as you take a few photos of the sun that’s just starting to set over the water, my hand gently resting on your hip to help you balance on the boat so you don’t topple into the water. There’s a light breeze and not too many other boats around since the marina is closing within the hour. I swallow as I glance up at you, my gaze softening as I watch you with a soft gaze.
I’m not the type to eavesdrop. Not really. But when your name slips into the air between pounding bass lines and clinking glasses, I can’t help it. We’re at some club in London, the kind where the lights flash too fast and the floor’s sticky from spilled cocktails, but the band needed this night off. Needed to feel normal.
I look around the reception area at all the flowery decor and mingling guests. One of my mum’s friends or something got married, and I agreed to come since I have a week until my next show. “Darling, there’s quite a few nice girls here. You should introduce yourself,” she nudges my shoulder.