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To Fall So Deep

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing



Warning: Sexual Content

Harry looked across to Nina who sat in the passenger seat fidgeting with her fingers. She breathed out deeply as if trying to exhale all worry and despair in her body. Sensing Nina’s concern, Harry reached over and held her hand, giving it a subtle squeeze. She watched as he pressed his lips on the back of her hand.

“We don’t have to go through with this you know,” Harry started, his hand still enclosing Nina’s, “I kind of just threw it on your lap.”

“I mean I know we want to get married eventually, and you’ve already put a lot of thought into it with Gemma signing the consent forms and all,” Nina thought out loud, “I just… wow, I just didn’t think we’d do this today.”

“I know baby, I know. I was kinda reacting without thinking,”

“But it’s a good reaction. I love you Harry,”

“So does that mean…”

“I want to be Mrs. Harry Styles,” Nina finally smiled.

This caused a large grin to form on Harry’s face. He grabbed ahold of Nina’s cheeks and gave her several slopping kisses all over her face. She giggled uncontrollably, giving Harry a light push.

“Are you sure babe?” Harry kept his hands on Nina’s face.

“Yes!” Nina insisted with a chuckle. “I’m sure! Scout’s honor!”

“Well come on then!” Harry winked at Nina, opening his door.

Harry jumped out of the driver’s seat with excitement, and rounded the front of the car. He opened the passenger side door, holding out his hand for Nina to take. She took his hand in hers and leaped down from the car. Hand in hand, Harry and Nina walked down the gavel pathway into the Canterbury Cathedral.

The couple entered the massive and enchanting building, captivated by the alluring architecture. Though the Cathedral was a prestigious tourist spot, the hallowed grounds were virtually empty in exception to the Priests, and ground keepers who roamed the vicinity.

In the main corridor, several rows of intricately designed pews sat empty beneath the extraordinarily high ceilings. The subtle lighting from outside’s overcast beamed through the glass windows.

“May I help you two?” an elderly man approached the young couple. “I apologize, but you seem to be lost. I’m Father Keane.”

Harry looked at Nina and then back to the clerical-dressed man, “Father Keane, we need a favor.”

“What is it you need?” Father Keane sincerely smiled.

“To marry us,” Harry simply stated.

Father Keane gazed at both Harry and Nina with curiosity. He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond without bursting bubbles, but through the power vested in him, Father Keane could sense urgency, yet honesty about the couple before him.

“I’m sorry, but you both seem to be a little young,” Father Keane observed, “I don’t want to deny your love for one another but there’s more to marriage that articulated vows and a fancy piece of paper.”

“We know Father,” Harry agreed, “and maybe one day we will get married in the most traditional of ways. With family, friends, and proper preparation. But for today, for right now, for us, please help in connecting the love of my life and I.”

Father Keane exhaled, his eyes drifting between the both of them, silently pleading for his help, “I’ll tell you what I will do. I will give you my blessing. I will bless the both of you that your love will remain true and endless. Stay here, I will grab my bible, Holy water, and I will properly bless you both.”

Nina and Harry’s eyes grew wide with joy, smiles etching their face.

“Thank you Father!”

“Thank you so much!”

Father Keane nodded with a subtle smile before turning away towards the Cathedral offices. He returned several minutes later and standing at the altar, Father Keane opened his bible before Harry and Nina. They held hands tightly, stealing glances from one another as Father Keane proceeded with their intimate ceremony.

And just like that, their vows to love each other forevermore were set, not in stone, but spiritually. Physical things could wither away and be destroyed by the hand of man, but non-tangible ideas were something that couldn’t be touched. Even in death, that same legacy, that same essence of love can still be felt, because for Nina and Harry, their devotion was in no doubt uplifting at best.

Nina pulled away from Harry’s tender kiss, smiling as she looked down to their laced fingers, and the simple, sparkling ring that adorned her finger. Harry lifted her chin so her eyes met his, cracking a dimpled smile and sending her heart into silence.

“Till the day I stop breathing,” Harry whispered, his warm and minty breath fanning her cheeks.

“Till the day I stop breathing,” Nina repeated, stepping on the tip of her toes to give the love of her life a single, gentle kiss on the lips.

Harry turned to a smiling and satisfied Father Keane. Harry let go of Nina’s hands to give the priest his full attention,

“I can’t thank you enough for marrying us.”

Father Keane gazed through his lenses with a great deal of faith; it was as if he was trying to infuse it into their souls, “it was my pleasure. If you both need anything at all—guidance or a little extra hope, please come see me. You both have my blessing, and I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thank you Father,” Harry shook Father Keane’s hands.

“Thank you,” Nina breathed, taking Father’s hands into hers and giving them a squeeze of appreciation.

With that, Harry and Nina walked away happily hand in hand. Down the aisle, and out into the frigid winter air, the newly married couple was etched with perpetual smiles and euphoria. Harry pulled Nina in closer towards him, draping his arm around her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around his waist. She looked up at him, admiring his beauty.

“You’re staring at me California,” Harry chuckled, the warmth of his breath dancing just before his lips.

“Is it a crime to stare at my beautiful husband?” Nina joked. “I’m glad we did this.”

“Same here babe,” Harry agreed, “so Missus Styles, what would you like to do? This day is ours.”

“Well Mister Styles,” Nina laughed, “I’m actually hungry. And cold.”

“So food and some place warm,” Harry thought out loud. “I know a place.”

* * * *

The sun had set, and the temperature dropped several degrees that Canterbury locals could sense a snowstorm despite what the weatherman said. Harry and Nina were finally settled into their cozy little room at a small hotel at the edge of town. Harry sat on the bed flipping through the channels on the television as Nina freshened up in the bathroom.

Nina looked at herself through the foggy mirrors and took a deep sigh. The thought of having Harry alone for the night swirled in her mind. He had given her everything she could ever ask for and more. He had thoroughly respected her as a person, and as a woman with virtues. Harry, despite being an 18-year-old male, never once pressured Nina to do anything she didn’t want to do. And now, as a newly married couple, they had done things the “traditional” way—the way that Nina was brought up to believe was the thing to do.

She wanted to give her all to him.

Nina slipped on a loose, cropped shirt in addition to a pair of lace boy shorts that she was saving for a special occasion. Her long, dark hair cascaded around her shoulders in natural tousled waves. She sprayed a few spritzes of her favorite perfume on her body before lathering her skin and lotion. After looking at herself one last time, Nina flicked off the bathroom lights and opened the door.

“Baby I can smell you all the way from here,” Harry chuckled, “you smell like a girl.”

“I am a girl you weirdo,” Nina laughed as she emerged from the corner. Harry’s eyes were still glued onto the TV screen, but when Nina stepped in front of it, he had no choice but to look at her.

“Ho-ly shit,” Harry breathed. He swallowed as his eyes scanned up and down at the sexy girl before him. “Baby? What are you doing?”

“Thanking you,” Nina bit her bottom lip. She sauntered towards Harry who crawled closer towards her.

“Why are you thanking me?” Harry asked with a raised brow.

“Because you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Nina stated truthfully. The emotional range coursing through her veins caused tears to well up in her eyes. “You’ve done nothing but protect me, and love me, and care for me. And for that, I am thoroughly grateful. I love you Harry.”

“I love you too baby,” Harry grasped Nina’s face and cupped it into his hands. He planted his lips on hers, kissing her with passion.

Nina wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, tangling her fingers in his curls. His hands moved from her face and slowly trailed down to her hips where he pulled her closer. Harry’s hands moved down to the back of her thighs and pulled them. Nina straddled his lap and deepened the kiss. She dropped her hands to the hem of Harry’s shirt and tugged on it, prompting him to break the kiss for one moment to pull off his shirt.

Nina stopped breathing for a moment upon seeing Harry’s bare chest. Harry smirked,

“Like what you see babe?”

“Uh, yea, kinda… or a lot,” Nina blushed.

Harry laughed and kissed her again. He stood up, Nina’s legs wrapped around his waist. He laid her down on the bed and crawled on top of her, never breaking the kiss. His fingers gently traced her arms in swirls as they made their way down to her bare stomach. Nina stopped breathing for a moment at Harry’s touch.

“I need you baby,” Harry murmured in between kisses. He slipped his hand underneath Nina’s top, softly squeezing her breast. Nina let out a moan, and with her mouth slightly opened, Harry invited his tongue into her mouth.

“Babe I’m ready,” Nina breathed. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, looking in curiosity at her. “I want you. All of you.”

“Nina, really?” Harry smiled.

“Yes,” Nina nodded, “I trust you.”

“I won’t hurt you,” Harry promised, “I’ll be gentle.”

Nina only replied by bringing Harry’s head down and kissing him roughly. Harry lifted Nina’s shirt up over her head, leaving a trail of wet kissing down her jawline, to her chest, and when his lips landed on her breast, his hot breath tickled the skin. Harry softly kissed one of Nina’s breasts, as he tenderly groped the other, causing her back to arch forward.

Harry’s lips were back with Nina’s and both couldn’t help but to smile through the sweet embrace. Sparks weren’t flying in this moment, but were propelling in random explosions of love and passion. Words could not do justice what their intimacy could. Every subtle touch, every hair tug, every lip caress, every hot breath, were all tiny pieces of a greater puzzle that created a picture worth more than a thousand words—it produced a portrait worth a thousand unspoken memories.

Harry’s hand grazed Nina’s sweat-adorned skin till his fingers met the hemline of her panties. Slowly, his hands slipped in between the lacey fabric and her dampened body. Nina’s breath hitched and her lips separated from Harry’s, looking at him with slight concern.

Sensing the apprehension, Harry kissed her forehead, “don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t hurt you.”

Nina nodded, “I believe you.”

Harry closed the already small space between them and reconnected their lips, tenderly massaging Nina with his fingers. She quietly moaned. Her breathing grew heavy, her eyes closed tight. She stopped kissing Harry and buried her face into the crook of his neck, biting her bottom lip as if the act would stifle the sublime sensation.

“You okay baby,” Harry smirked, already knowing the answer.

“Mmhmm,” Nina couldn’t even think clearly, let alone speak a coherent sentence.

Harry sat up, straddling Nina’s hips. His fingers now lingered at the edge of her panties. He took a moment to look at the love of his life, and after a nod of approval, Harry pulled the thin piece of fabric down her legs. As Nina lied silently from the bed, watching every one of Harry’s movements, he took out a small, square package from his pocket. He stuck it in between his teeth, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. Harry unwrapped the foil package, and rolled the latex onto his hardness.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Harry said as he got on top of Nina, holding himself up in the push-up position. He lined himself up with her, and ever so gently, pushed himself in.

Nina closed her eyes, and relaxed her mind, feeling pressure as Harry slowly kept going in. She felt more pressure before a sharpness overtook her body. Nina cringed, and tears slowly formed in her eyes.

“I’m stopping baby, I’m sorry,” Harry pulled out, wiping away Nina’s tears with his hands. He suddenly felt bad for her.

“No, it’s okay Harry. Keep going, just more slow,” Nina insisted.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry stated.

“Please,” Nina breathed. Harry nodded, pecking her forehead lovingly.

Harry did what was told and lined himself again with Nina’s entrance. With suppleness, he gradually pushed. Again, Nina felt pressure, and though expected the same sharpness she felt earlier, it never came.

“Are you alright babe? Does it hurt a lot?” Harry questioned. He was in, holding his body above Nina’s. She shook her head,

“I’m fine.”

“I love you more than anything,” Harry declared.

“Till the day I stop breathing,” Nina brought Harry’s face towards hers, and planted her lips on his.

As Harry and Nina deepened their kiss, Harry smoothly thrust himself in and out of Nina. After a few pumps, the space around Harry had grown to become comfortable, and the pressure Nina felt lightened. They both closed their eyes, leaving the other senses to ignite and explode.

Together they moved in unison, the feeling of their sweaty skin rubbing against each other sending ecstasy to rupture within them. This passionate and breathtaking moment of intimacy catered to Harry and Nina in such a unique way—a type of uniqueness that only they will ever know and understand. Worry fled, elation skyrocketed, and when Harry and Nina reached the top together, the Gods and Goddesses who handcrafted their love with enchantment and alchemy, rejoiced with the stars.

Harry lied sideways next to Nina, propping his head up with the palm of his hand. Their legs intertwined as they shared short, sweet kisses. Harry caressed Nina’s cheek, moving her hair out of her face, gazing at her happiness. Nina’s arm was draped around Harry’s waist, tracing circles on his skin. He opened his mouth, not to speak, but to sing to the girl he loved so much.

“I don’t wanna close my eyes, I don’t wanna fall asleep, cause I’d miss you baby, and I don’t wanna miss a thing,” Harry sang, his voice raspy and brimming with truth, “cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream would never do, I’d still miss you baby, and I don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Nina listened to Harry sing to her, words that were not his own, but words that felt like his own heart penned them itself. It was indescribable, heavenly almost, of how perfect this moment was. It was as if nothing could touch them; hurt them; break them.

Notes

Heyyyy!!!

It's been forever and a day since I've updated!! I've been super busy, and I haven't had much time to sit and finish writing the chapter. I got a summer job! Well, it's the same one I had before I started Uni.... I'm a barista at Starbucks if anyone was wondering. Which is why I had Nina work at a coffee shop since I knew exactly what it's like to make drinks. Any who, I work almost every day and when I'm not working I'm with friends or family. Chapter 38 is an extra loooonnnggg chapter. I hope you all liked it, and if you do (or don't) please leave me feedback, vote up, and subscribe... There are approximately 5 more chapters left in this story plus an Epilogue... ahhh!! Cray cray! Thanks for reading everyone!!

-Erica Jaine <33

Comments

OMG ARE YOU FILIPINO TOO?!

Infinite Love Infinite Love
10/12/14

Pleasee continueee!!! Howw cann doo thiss to uss!! Firstt youu kill Gemm!! Then Nialler!!! Andd noww Ninaa?!!! Andd i'vee been thinkingg thatt Harry died too,, i mean, the last sentence makes it seem like itt!!!!! Pleasee gurrlllll PLEEEEASEE postt the epilougeee iff you dont want me to die with thosee three (four in mi opinion) beautiesss!!!!!! Ii lovee the storiii andd argggg i wantt, i mean, i NEED to noww whatt happens!!!! Luvv yaa

Tommo_Be_Like Tommo_Be_Like
8/12/14

@ThatRandomUnicorn Haha nonliteral murder is what my stories are here for! Yass, Jezabelle has major issues that she totally needs to handle. Thank you again for reading and sticking with this story for such a long time! I seriously appreciate it!!

<33

ericajaine ericajaine
8/6/14

@Ray_Haque THANK YOU UBER MUCH!! <3333

ericajaine ericajaine
8/6/14

Commenting is the least I can do to tell you how much I love and appreciate your story, and it doesn't take too much time to do so, so I figure why not comment? But oh my gosh, I cannot believe that was the last chapter and all that's left is an epilogue. And this chapter just… I think it slightly killed me - more than you already nonliterally have that is - when you killed her off and then with Harry and everything. And freaking Jezabelle… Don't even get me started on how much I want to murder that bitch right now. The chapter is written beautifully nonetheless, and I can't wait for the epilogue. xx