(HARRY POV)

It was our first full day back in New York as an engaged couple. The media had gone mad at the airport when she accidentally flashed her hand to the world. It wasn’t like we were trying to hide it; we just weren’t going to shove it in people’s faces. She had tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her left hand and that was it. We were done for. I had never felt more claustrophobic in my entire 4 years of being in One Direction.

I was staring out our kitchen window, waiting for the coffee to brew. I was stressed out. I was leaving for England in a few days to start rehearsals for tour. I felt like maybe I should have waited to propose. I popped the question and then a week later I was going to be away from her for an entire year basically. We’d make it though, I know we would. By the first time she came to visit me, the wedding would be planned. I just had a feeling.

I felt a tiny pair of hand wrap around my waist and trail into the waistband of my boxers. Well good morning. I felt her plant soft kisses along my bare back. I was going to miss this. I sucked in a sharp breath as she wrapped her fingers around my member. I wasn’t expecting this at all. She began to move her hand up and down slowly. After a year together she still drove my body wild. I was almost instantly hard. This girl was going to be the death of me and I know it.

Her hand continued at a soft, slow pace. I wanted more. No. I needed more. We had consummated the engagement merely an hour after it happened and hadn’t stopped since. If this is what marriage to Spencer was going to be like then I couldn’t wait to be married forever.

A lot of my other friends, not the guys, we’re calling me crazy for wanting to get married so young. They said I had so much life ahead of me and who knows who’d I’d meet this tour. None of that mattered to me though, I had Spencer and I knew I wanted her. Granted most of the guys saying that were as single as they come.

My only bandmate that had given me and flack about proposing was Louis. He had done the exact same thing to Liam as well. Being the oldest, we all sort of had a feeling he felt like he should be getting married first, but he wasn’t ready and we were. Liam and Rachel had been together over 5 years now. They were certainly in it for the long haul. Spencer and I had only just passed a year by, but we knew we wanted each other forever. As for Louis and Emily, I’m sure they’d get married at some point just not yet. They were both on the same page about that; they understood what one another wanted.

I was brought back from my daydream, how I was daydreaming at a time like this I don’t know, as Spencer flipped me around to face her. She slipped my boxers to my ankles in one swift motion. Before I knew it, I was in her mouth. She bobbed up and down my length, causing me to tangle my fingers through her messy bed head.

I took in my girl for the first time this morning. Still completely naked, just like I left her in bed. I felt a pulling at the bottom of my stomach, knowing if she didn’t stop soon, I wasn’t going to last. I pulled her mouth from my dick bringing her back to eye level. I sloppily placed my lips on hers, backing her up towards the kitchen table. I pushed everyone on it aside and laid her down. She giggled at the realization of what was about to happen.

This was new for us. We’d never done it on the kitchen table before. We’ve done it on the counter but not the table. This was a whole new perspective on sex. She was at the perfect level for me. I’m glad she forced me to agree on the higher fancier table.

I leaned over top of her, planting kisses from her mouth down to her core. I heard her breathing hitch more and more the closer I got. I smirked to myself, after a year and I still drive her body wild. I traced my tongue over part of her thigh, dragging it down to her nub. She let out a soft moan as I began to circle my tongue around her. I slipped a finger inside of her, causing a loud moan this time. I pumped in and out of her slowly at first before entering a second finger. I picked up my pace, moving back up her body with my mouth. I had her unraveling the same way she did me, minutes before.

When I reached her mouth, I removed my fingers from her. I kissed her hard and passionately. She was my fiancée now; she deserved nothing but the best. Except, the best in the form of sex on the kitchen table. I could carry her into our room and make love to her proper, but we’ve done it so much in that bed since coming home less than 24 hours ago, I’m afraid it’ll break. The kitchen table would suffice. Not that I wanted it too be, but this was going to be fast anyways.

I gave her one last kiss before lining myself up and slipping into her. To say we’d been careful in the last couple days would be a lie. We’d been careless. If I had a Styles baby popping out in nine months, I wouldn’t be surprised. Sometimes, okay most of the time, we’d get so caught up in the moment and just forget. We were in the middle of post engagement bliss, can you blame us? It’s not every day you decide to spend the rest of your life with someone. I made a mental note to start using much more precaution.

I kept my thrusts in and out of Spencer even and steady. I loved to build her up like this then speed up and have her world come crashing down around me. I don’t know how marriage works, I don’t know if the average couple still wants to jump each other’s bones after years and years of marriage but I know I will.

As I look at the girl below me, eyes closed in bliss, body withering with pleasure I knew she’d never become unattractive to me. She was flawless. From the way her hair parted down the middle, to the freckle on her left hip, to the way her pinky toes curled in funny, she was flawless. There wasn’t one thing I would change on her. Ever. Even after she’d popped out a baby or two, I knew she’d still be perfect. She never let herself go. She was in better shape than I was half the time.

I felt her tighten around my pumps with a soft grunt. She was the cutest thing when she finished but also highly unpredictable. Sometimes she’d yell, sometimes she didn’t even make a sound. It was times like this I liked the most though. She barely made a sound loud enough for me to hear, but I knew I had done my job right. She opened her eyes to meet mine as I finished myself. I thrust myself in and out a few more times before I let myself spill into her. We really needed to be more careful.

I rested my forehead against hers, smiling brighter than I have since we landed in New York. I was still inside of her and she didn’t look like she cared one bit. Her smile masked mine, maybe bigger. Her hand reached up to trace my hair out of my face, only for it to fall right back down.

“You need a haircut Harry Styles.”

And those were the first words spoken all morning, even after a quickie on the kitchen table.

“It’s almost long enough for a little bun. I’m going to grow it out for the tour.” I smiled triumphantly at my idea.

“Seriously?” She whined.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” I pouted, our foreheads still resting on one another.

“It’s almost as long as mine.”

“Not even close, are you blind?!” I shook my head, standing up completely.

She held her hands up in a box around me. I couldn’t tell what she was doing. It was like she was framing me or something.

“I like this view.” She smirked, letting her hands fall to my waist as she sat up.

I stood in between her legs, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Good thing you get to look at it for the rest of your life.” I said, cheekily.

“Yes, good thing.” She smirked.

I wrapped her into a huge hug and we fell into a comfortable silence. This had become a typical thing over the last couple days. We were quiet. It was weird for us, we were never quiet. It wasn’t an awkward quiet, it was a content type of silence. We were both content for once. I was happy. She was happy. She traced a few tattoos I had on my hips with her thumb.

“I like this one.” She smiled, tracing over a small heart. “This is newer, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I got it right before Christmas.” I shrugged.

“I’ve noticed it, just never thought to ask.” She said.

“What’s it mean?”

“I was just thinking about you.” I said casually.

“So you had a heart tattooed on your hip? The one on your arm isn’t enough?” She laughed.

“It’s filling up.” I smiled.

The original heart tattoo I had gotten because of Spencer was slowly losing space. Every time we did something monumental, or she just was perfect, I got a new line. I remember the day she first noticed it. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her it was about her. I just said it was for someone special. It wasn’t a lie but I was afraid she’d freak out on me. I don’t even think we had told each other we loved one another yet.

“But that’s a good thing.” She kissed my chest.

“Yes, I was thinking for the engagement, I could get another outline around the heart.” I shrugged, holding my forearm out for her to look at.

“Oh I’d like that.” Her eyes smiled.

“And then once we get married, add another ring.”

“Harry, that’s so cute.” she smiled. “What happens when we have babies?”

“What do you mean?” I chuckled; we had never really talked about having kids before.

“I mean…” she rolled her eyes. “Are they going to get rings around the heart or just another lousy line? Like hey kids this line could be for you…or the time me and mum first screwed. That’s all.” she shrugged.

I couldn’t stop my laughter. “I have an even better idea. If and when we have a kid, I’ll just get a completely new heart and fill that with the lines of my love.”

“What made you start getting lines in it anyway?” she asked.

“You.”

“Duh, but why lines?”

“I don’t know. I got the tattoo and first line when I was away from you. It was just another tattoo at the time and then I was like, no this is about Spencer.” I shrugged. “It was for you all along, I just told everyone it was another tat because I don’t even know if we’d said I love you yet when I got it.”

“We hadn’t.” She grinned.

“See, I told you, I knew from day one.” I stuck my tongue out.

“Sorry I have a low resting heart rate and it took mine awhile to catch up.” She joked.

“I would have waited as long as you needed.” I kissed her forehead.

“I love you.” she leaned up to kiss me. “I’m going to shower. What are we doing today?”

“I’m knackered no thanks to you last night, so I don’t really care.” I shrugged, watching her stop dead in her tracks.

“Me? Harold Styles, me?” she turned around.

“Yes. You, love.” I smirked, knowing full well that it was mostly me last night.

“Mhmmm. Yep.” She said turning around. “What are we doing today?” she tried again.

“I don’t care babbbeeeee. What do you want to do?”

“I want to tell Jana! We haven’t been down there in forever!” I heard the pout in her voice from down the hall.

“Then we’re going to Jana’s!” I shouted back.

I heard a small good as she went into the bedroom. I finally got my cup of coffee and headed into the bedroom to clean myself up a bit. I’d sneak in the shower with her soon, she can’t say no to her fiancé. I set my coffee down on the side table, pulling something out to wear later. I was digging through my drawer when I heard Spencer’s phone go off. Reluctantly, I peaked at it to see who it was. I’m not perfect. Seeing that it was Ashton, I figured it’d be no big deal if I answered it.

“Ash!” I said happily into the phone.

“Spencer, you sound husky this morning.” I heard him chuckle.

“It’s all that sex I forced upon Harry last night.” I joked.

“Dude, tell me you’ve been getting laid nonstop since putting that ring on her finger.” He suddenly turned back into bro Ashton.

“If by nonstop you mean my dick hasn’t been soft since the other night, then yes.” I laughed.

“Mate you are my fucking hero.” He snickered. “You pulled a dime.”

“I try, I try.” I rolled my eyes. “So what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask Spencer something about the Beside You video. We’re coming to New York tomorrow to premier the video because apparently America is tired of getting all of our shit last, so we’re doing that and I was gonna invite her.”

“That’s awesome, I’ll tell her you called so she can get the details” I smiled. I was so excited for her! Her first video was being premiered and she was going to be there. “Why are you doing a special premier?”

“I don’t know, management, publicity before the tour, yaddda yaddaa.” He droned on.

“Yeah, yeah I’m surprised we’re not doing anything since the album got pushed.” I said.

We were supposed to have an album come out before we started tour, but it got pushed back 3 weeks, meaning it would come out after our first set of shows. We weren’t pleased but it was the way it had to be.

“Yeah I know. But hey, I have to go finish packing for my nice 6 hour stay in New York.” I could tell he was rolling his eyes.

“Lad, that’s it? 6 hours?” I laughed. Damn, I’m not jealous.

“Yeah, we land, do a few interviews, meet and greet with a fan or two, premier the video, have dinner with everyone who could make it, then fly to England to get prepared for the tour.”

“Wow, have fun with that.” I chuckled.

“Yeah fuck you.” he laughed with me. “You’re invited too, so I expect to see you there and I expect to pound a few lagers down.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay man, see you tomorrow. Oh! And this is a great first public outing for you two.”

“Yes, great. I’m excited to show her off.” I smiled to myself.

“I would be. Okay fuck. Cal’s yelling at me. I better go.”

“Bye.” I rolled my eyes at him before hanging up, even though he couldn’t see me.

Wow. I was literally so excited. I was going to be able to see my girl’s first screen acting, even if it was only a music video, right by her side. I couldn’t help but smile as I made my way into the shower.



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(Spencer POV)

We had finished getting ready, taking a little longer due to Harry joining me in the shower, and were heading down to get the car Harry had called to take us to Jana’s. As the elevator opened and we rounded the corner into the lobby we saw Mike and Georgia. Our neighbors. I smiled big as they made their way over to us.

“By the looks of it, you two have gone and done something newsworthy again.” Mike chuckled, nodding towards the hordes of paparazzi outside of our building.

“Uhhh… if this counts as newsworthy, they’re here for us.” Harry chuckled, holding up my left hand.

“Oh my goodness, me oh my!” Georgia pulled me into a huge hug. “Oh it’s gorgeous, darlings congratulations.”

I smiled as she hugged me tight while Mike shook Harry’s hand. She moved onto Harry pulling him into just as tight a squeeze. Mike gave me a hug as well, forgoing the handshake.

“I’m so happy for you! And here we had all these talks about you worrying whether or not it’d last!” she smiled.

“Georgia! Now he knows!” I joked. “Those talks were our secret!”

“Hun, you don’t need to worry with a boy like Harry. He has eyes for you and only you. Look right now, we’re all talking and he’s only looking at you!” Mike added. I glanced over at Harry who was, in fact, looking down at me.

A blushed crept across my face. I loved this kid so much it hurt.

“We don’t want to hold you up, but promise you’ll come over soon and tell us all the cheesy details of the moment?” Georgia asked.

“Of course, I’ll call you tonight and we’ll plan a time!” I smiled, receiving another hug from the pair, Harry as well.

We sighed as they walked away towards the elevator. We had a huge crowd to face in front of us. I wasn’t happy about it, but I guess that’s what happens when an enormous pop star gets engaged.

“Ready?” Harry asked, interlocking our fingers together. I nodded silently as he led us to the door. I braced myself for what was next, however, I was completely shocked.

Some shouted about our engagement, but what others said blew my mind.

“Harry, did you rush the engagement to show Luke she was yours?” “Is the engagement a publicity stunt?” “Is the engagement still on after the pictures of Spencer and Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer surfaced yesterday?” “Do you even love each other?” “Spencer, did you accept the ring to cover the cheating?” “What made you want to propose after her date in London with Luke Hemmings?” “Harry, Harry! How can you marry a cheater?” “Tell him the truth you whore!” a fan girl screamed.

That’s when Harry lost it. I had never seen him so mad about paps and fans.

“I’M TELLING YOU IT IS ALL IN YOUR BEST INTEREST TO BACK THE FUCK UP AWAY FROM MY FIANCEE AND ME. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT RUMORS YOU’VE HEARD THIS TIME. LEAVE US ALONE. WE’RE FUCKING HAPPY.”

I kept my head low as he pushed us to the car. A large man in all black came up on the other side of me guiding my way into the open backseat. Harry slid in next to me, venom lingering in his eyes.

“Baby, calm down.” I tried to grab his face to kiss him but he shrugged me off.

“Would you like to tell me what this is about? Why I had to go out there blindsided that you’re now suddenly a cheater again?” he scolded me.

“Like you said, rumors.” I sighed. I didn’t want to deal with this. If they really had pictures of me and Luke, it wouldn’t prove anything. It just showed two people coexisting. We didn’t hold hands, we barely touched and we certainly didn’t kiss.

“What pictures are they talking about?” he asked, his tone even and unreadable.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“So if I were to Google you and Luke, nothing would come up?” he pushed.

“Why are you being like this? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I would have said yes, if I was cheating on you?! How can I even cheat on you with someone who isn’t even in the same fucking country as me?!” I was growing angry but I didn’t want to raise my voice.

“You’ve cheated once.” He stated no emotion in his voice.

“In my defense, not that I should even have to have one, you cheated too.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re the reason I cheated, I saw the pictures of you and Ella and got drunk and fucked Niall. There, it happened, I admitted it for the thousandth time!”

“You have nothing, zip, zero, zilch you want to tell me right now?” he eyed me. I nodded no. “So when I press search, nothing is going to come up.”

I shrugged. I had no idea what would honestly come up. Maybe they got pictures, maybe they didn’t. How could I know? I watched as he pressed search.

“I’m more hurt that you actually resorting to Google than believing your own fiancée.” I emphasized.

“Spencer, what are these?” he ignored me, handing me the phone.

I scrolled through a few. It was from our ‘date’ night out in London. None of them were bad. We looked like two friends enjoying a stroll through Hyde Park.

“Those are from when I shot Beside You.” I shrugged. “We had breaks and we went for a walk.”

He nodded. I felt entirely hurt that he actually Googled it but at the same time I wasn’t being honest either he just didn’t know that. I looked out the window at the passing scenery. I was glad the driver knew where we were going. For once, I was glad we had taken a private car. Management had suggested to Harry that we start using one since we’re hot on the paparazzi list thanks to the engagement, and set us up with a car and driver. I was just happy we didn’t have that fight in a public cab, where the cabbie would go blabbing his mouth about us. Whoever this guy was driving, knew to keep his mouth shut.

I felt Harry sling an arm around me and sigh. “I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s fine.” In a way I meant it and I didn’t.

It was fine because I’m also a sack of shit but not fine because if I had nothing to hide he really went to the internet for answers about our love life.

“No it’s not.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head. I still wasn’t looking at him. “Babe, look at me.”

I silently cheered as we pulled up in front of Jana’s. We weren’t going to have to continue this conversation. We could finish it when we got home. Harry spoke up before I could move though.

“Hey Vick, can you give us a minute? I’ll just tap the window when we’re ready.”

Vick, our driver since I was so thoroughly introduced, nodded and got out of the car. I watched him walk around to Harry’s door, causing a bit of a stir on the street. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anymore bullshit.

“Say what you need to say because I’m not having that happen all over again outside.” I nodded to the people looking into the car. I would stop and look too if a large man dressed in all black was standing outside a huge black SUV.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just love you too much to lose you and I’m overacting I’m aware. But I don’t want someone else to come along and steal you. I know Luke thinks you’re perfect too, I won’t lose you to him baby.”

“Would I be wearing your ring if I wanted to be with Luke?” I said.

“No, I’m sorry. Now let’s go tell Jana our big news.” He smiled at me.

“Okay.” I nodded, still unsure if I felt better or not.

“I love you.” he said, pulling me in for a long, passionate kiss.

“I love you too.” I smiled.

Yep, I felt better. A Harry Styles kiss could definitely fix anything, even if it was full of love and betrayal.

Notes

HEY! So this is a filler. And I am sorry. Really. I am. I said I was going to write a short filler and this ended up being 14 pages in word and over 4,000 words. So it's sort of a filler. Okay, it's a filler, nothing happens.

Next chapter is good.

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(ps. i used the title in this one. tehehehehe)