Fool's Gold

I arrived in Paris in time to get to the boys' sound-check. I wanted to get there so badly. I hadn't spoken to Harry in two weeks with his phone being broken and neither of us really knowing what to say. I made all of the arrangements for our four days together then told Niall and Louis the plan so they could inform Harry.
I walked into the stadium quickly with the security man Harry had sent out for me. I was thankful for the man's help as I didn't know my way around the stadium. I smiled a bit when I saw Harry goofing around on the stage with Zayn. I watched him with loving eyes. That was the boy I loved the most. While I did get some sick gratification from the jealous and enraged side of him, the goofy boy with the radiant smile was the one I wanted to spend my life with. That boy was the one that captured my heart that first night in Ireland. The serious, pensive, brooding guy is what caught every single part of my soul in Italy. But there was something about his domestic side that made me want him so much as well. Seeing him cooking, cleaning and being lazy around my studio made me want all the future things he did.
Harry finally saw me. His expression became serious and he dropped his microphone to the floor. Harry jumped off the stage quickly and ran to me. Not like a sprint or excited jog. He ran as fast as he could. He took my breath away as he crashed into me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He lifted me off the floor, making me lock my legs behind his back. Harry kissed me greedily.
"I'm sorry, Noli. I'm sorry. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm the biggest jerk on the planet. I'm sorry." Harry murmured with a breaking voice as he kept his lips on mine. "I'm so sorry, baby. Please don't hate me. I couldn't take it if you hated me. I'll never do anything like that again I promise." Harry sounded so desperate as he buried his face in my breasts. I held onto his shoulders tightly with one arm while I held his head in the opposite hand. I twined my fingers in his hair, pulling gently. Harry tightened his hold around my waist and whimpered, "I'm sorry, Noli."
I hushed him, "I was wrong too. I should've just hung up or tried harder to get him to leave me alone." I kissed his forehead firmly, tugging his hair again. "We both made a mistake. I'm not mad and I certainly don't hate you." Harry buried his face further into my breasts. "Please don't hate me for giving into him." I pleaded into his ear. Harry squeezed me again. "I didn't want it and I hated that my body reacted to it. I only want you." I assured Harry. He finally looked up at me, tears filling his eyes.
"I don't hate you. It's just not possible." He said before kissing me heatedly.
"Alright then." Paul cleared his throat like he was uncomfortable. Harry broke the kiss and returned his face to my boobs. "I assume that you two have made up from whatever fight you had?" He asked when I looked over at him. I nodded, still holding Harry as tightly as he was holding me. "Great." Paul smiled genuinely. Harry carefully returned me to my own feet. "Harry, can we get back to work now?" Paul inquired when Harry released me. I looked at my poor man's face. His face was red and swollen around his eyes. I brushed his hair away from his face gently.
Harry tried to clear his face of tears, "Just give me a minute, Paul." Harry then walked away. I frowned and wanted to follow him but I knew that he needed the moment alone to regain composure.
Paul looked at me, "What happened between you two?"
I shook my head, "It's just better if you don't know." Paul sighed heavily and walked away from me. I grinned when Niall and Louis came running over to me. "Thanks for helping me figure this out." I said as they each gave me a kiss on the cheek and tight hug.
"Of course. We hate seeing him so torn up." Niall stated, keeping his arm around me.
"Are you guys ever going to tell us what happened?" Louis inquired softly when he saw that Liam and Zayn were making their way over to us.
I shook my head quickly, "Probably not. It's nothing you guys need to know." Louis and Niall both looked disappointed but dropped the subject.




Harry and I entered the little hotel room that I had booked for us. It was very similar to the apartment we had in Ireland. He smiled as he looked around with tired eyes. He kicked the old, wooden door shut.
"I love this." Harry said as he dropped his bag by the door. I turned to him after setting my bag on the bed. "Seriously, I do. I like this more than the big fancy hotel rooms that I've been having. This is...more like home." Harry explained. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he came to stand in front of me. "I can see you no matter what you're doing in this room. No being away from each other." Harry smiled referring to the fact that the bedroom and living room were the same room. He smirked and kissed me sweetly, "And I'm sure that I can see into the bathroom from the bed."
"Don't know why you would need to. I plan on showering together for the next three days." I giggled quietly. Harry pressed his forehead to mine before meshing his lips to mine gently. " I love you, Bear."
"I love you, Noli." He beamed at me.




I laid next to an exhausted Harry. Once again, he was fast asleep after making love. It was quite intense so I didn't blame him for sleeping. While watching him sleep, I decided I enjoyed the make up sex. We'd not actually had it before. I snuggled into Harry's side more, resting my head in the crook of his neck. I draped one of my legs over him, letting my leg fall between his. I placed my hand on his chest over his heart. I smiled feeling the steady, strong beat underneath my fingertips.
"Go to sleep, Noli." Harry grunted quietly. I kissed his chest teasingly. He sighed heavily, "I can't again tonight, baby. Just go to sleep and I'll make love to you again in the morning."
I giggled, "I can't either." Harry opened his eyes and turned his head to me.
Harry gave me a blank stare, "Bullshit. You only kiss that part of my chest when you want it." I blushed at his observation. "Go to sleep. We have three days to have all the crazy sex we want." Harry muttered before closing his eyes again.
I shook my head, "Don't wanna sleep either." Harry groaned and pulled me on top of him.
"What do you want to do?" Harry asked as I straddled his hips and folded my arms on his chest.
"Just wanna talk." I replied sweetly. Harry lifted his eyebrow at me. "What? I've not spoken to you in two weeks. And I've not seen you in three. I missed you and I wanna talk."
Harry chuckled a bit, "What do you want to talk about?"
I thought for a moment, "How have you been? Are you doing alright?"
"I've actually been a fucking mess. Thank you for asking." Harry snapped a bit.
I frowned, "You don't have to get snippy." Harry sighed and rubbed my arms to soothe me. "I know that it hurt you and it tore you up and I'm sorry." I murmured.
Harry shook his head, "I did it to myself. Come on. Let's not talk about this. It's done. It happened and I love you more than I did yesterday." I kissed his cheek tenderly. "Come on. How's your mum? She doing good? Have you found her a new apartment?" Harry said trying to get away from the sensitive topic.
I shrugged, "She's okay, I guess. She found out that Sorcha came to visit and then told my dad and now everyone is mad at me because Sorcha won't tell them why she came to LA. And my mom is acting all jealous because I spent time with Sorcha instead of her."
"You've not told your mum about leaving yet?" Harry seemed a bit upset.
"No." I sighed. "She keeps asking why I found her the new apartment. And all kinds of stuff. She knows something is up but I don't want to say anything until after that lawyer gets back to me on what he can do about Charles' stupid pre-nup." I felt bad speaking so poorly of my mother but she was on my last nerve.
"So you went and talked to the guy? The lawyer?" Harry sounded hopeful. I nodded with a smile. "What is happening with that?" Harry's voice got even brighter.
"Well, he's looking into it now. Reading over all of the documents and everything. He hasn't officially taken me as a client yet but..." I shrugged, "I don't know. It feels right. Like he going to make it happen." Harry and I both broke into huge smiles. Harry kissed me with excitement.
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier, baby?" He asked happily.
I giggled, "You didn't ask. And we had more important things to discuss." Harry kept that cheesy grin. I bit my lip nervously as I gazed into his emerald eyes. "So I was thinking maybe..." I began. Harry stared at me curiously. "Maybe, we could talk about all of that future stuff you wanted to discuss while you were in LA?"
"Yes! Yes fucking please!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs, wearing the biggest smile I had ever seen on him.
"Ask away." I chuckled, loving the pure joy on his face.
"Where do you want to live?" Harry inquired.
"London with you." I replied.
"Like just in London like me or in London in my house?" Harry then blushed, "Well, our house."
"With you. In our home." I beamed at him. "Next question."
"Do you want to finish out the tour with me after your papers are filed?" Harry seemed so hopeful. I thought about it for a long moment then nodded.
"We'll have months of being apart and not out in the open to make up for. I plan on kissing you on every street corner and hugging you in every shop. I'm gonna show you off like I should've been from the beginning." I grinned before kissing his lips teasingly.
"When can I get you to agree to marry me?" Harry asked shyly.
I bit my lip and blushed, "When you ask." Harry pressed his lips to mine passionately then flipped our bodies. He laid me down on the bed on my side, so we were facing each other.
"And I want babies. Lots of babies." Harry stated, still letting light shine from his dimples. "I want a dozen kids that look like you and want me around as much as you do." Harry said placing sweet, soft kisses all over my face. My body tensed a little at the mention of children. I never thought I was any good with kids and I wasn't sure if I'd be a good mother. Harry pulled back with concerned eyes. "Enola."
"Yeah?" I nearly whispered.
"Do you...I know you said that you don't really want them and that you'd have to love someone enough...would you with me?" Harry seemed nervous about my answer. I thought about it quietly, just examining his face and his eyes. I thought about all of the things Harry was and the kind of man he was.
I nodded, "With you, I would." I smiled weakly, "I want to with you." Harry's eyes softened and his smile was tender. He placed his lips over mine gently. He broke the kiss smirking. "What?" I asked with a giggle.
"I have a great idea." He stated. I lifted my eyebrow, urging him to tell me. "Let's practice makin' 'em." Harry then rolled so I was pinned underneath him. I giggled loudly and wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed my shoulders teasingly.

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