“You know, I can’t wait for you to be my missus. I get to see this for the rest of my life” He smirked, as he looked your half naked body up and down. His favourite matching coral underwear set was tight on your body, and it complimented against your tanned skin and brought out the colour in your eyes. “Not saying that I wouldn’t have gotten to see it for the rest of my life. I’d still be here if you weren’t going to be my missus” Harry grinned, as you rolled your eyes and shook your head. The Saturday night sunset was beginning to set in the horizon, and you could make out the purples and pinks and oranges from the bedroom window. His face was lit up by a stray of sunlight which had made its way through the gap in the joining of the two materialised curtains. His hair was pulled into a bun and his face was fresh and sleepy, and still lightly shiny from his face wash.
“Well… I can’t really say the same. I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life. That’s such a downer, you know?” You teased; as you picked up the shirt he had been wearing that day; his Rolling Stones graphic tee which was probably your favourite shirt of his. You slid the shirt over your head, and let it cascade down your body, the hem just stopping at your mid-thigh. “I’m joking…” You giggled, as he looked to you with knitted eyebrows. “I am. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I mean, I’ve already spent a good few years with you. 5 years, is it?” You grinned, as you hooked your hands underneath the shirt and up to the hooks of your bra, unhooking them and letting it loosen around your chest.
“5 years… I can’t believe I’ve put up with you that long” Harry grinned, as you frowned and pulled your arms into the sleeves, the bra straps falling around your wrists and onto the floor beneath you, landing in a pile by your feet. “I like that colour on you. You should wear the exact same lingerie set on our wedding night, yeah? I’m thinking if you wear it, I won’t be able to stop” He whispered, as his voice cracked and it became a hoarse and rough noise. Something that always happened when he got thoughts like that; when his mind crossed over your half naked body lying beneath him as he gave you a pleasurable night of passion, love and lust.
“I already have wedding stuff picked out for that. I was looking the other day, and I was thinking of getting a pair of knickers with “Property of Harry” on the back” You giggled, as Harry lifted the duvet from the bed and let you climb underneath. His skin still smelt faintly like his shower gel and he felt soft and warm as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. “I don’t know though… I was thinking I could wear them the day of the wedding, as well. As you do” You laughed, as you felt his breath against the back of your neck. His nose nuzzled into the nape of your neck, and his lips were pressed against the base of your neck.
“I love you, you know that? We’ve been proper engaged for nearly a week. How great is that? Tomorrow marks a week since I proposed” He grinned, as he suckled at the skin behind your ear. “I’m glad you said yes, babe. I wouldn’t want to be marrying anyone else. I knew, from the moment I saw you, I was going to marry you. Whether it had been a year after we met, or 5 years” He added, shuffling as you rolled onto your back and onto your other side to face him. You place a hand on his chest, and drew soft patterns into the skin below his nipple with your forefinger. “I’m glad you approached me and took a liking to me. Everyone seems to go for Louis or Niall, but I’m glad you came to me” Harry smiled, as he looked down at you, his eyes gleaming and a happy curve on his lips. The look made you fuzzy in the tummy and he chuckled when your hands cupped his cheeks. “I want to be stuck with you for the rest of my life, my love. I want babies and a dog, and a lovely house and a pool and family dates and holidays together. I want all of that with you” He whispered, as his breath fanned your face.
He wanted that. He knew from the start that he wanted that with you. And he couldn’t wait to kickstart the future with you by his side.
* *
The morning soon rolled around, and you awoke to the sound of Harry’s voice filtering from the bathroom. His side of the bed was still warm, indicating that he had only just woken up from his deep slumber and shuffled quietly out of bed and into the bathroom across the room. You could hear the clutter of bottles being knocked around, and you could only imagine he was searching for a new bottle of his shampoo. His phone wasn’t on the bedside table charging, so you could only presume he was talking to his mum or one of the boys.
“… You’re coming by at 11? Okay, great. I’ll make sure we’re dressed and ready. Uhm, are you going to be bringing beer, or wine? Or something?” You heard Harry wonder, as your clarifications were met. He was on the phone to one the boys, no doubtedly talking about the traditionally Sunday roast that you and Harry held every month. “I think we have an unopened bottle of wine for Sophia. I know (Y/N) will drink it as well, so… If you have a spare, bring it” He chuckled, as you kicked the duvet from your body. “… You’re picking Louis up on the way? Great. I had a feeling he’d want me to pick him up, and it’d make things so much more packed this morning. I’m doing to cooking whilst (Y/N) does the pudding, so I’m glad you’re picking him up” You heard him add as you poked your head round the door of the bathroom and smiled at him.
“Morning, babe. I’m going to make some tea, you want one?” You whispered, as he sent you a nod with two fingers up. “2 sugars?” You smiled, as he nodded and manoeuvred across the room and kissed the top of your head.
“… Niall’s coming through around 1, I know that. He’s picking his brother up from the airport, since him and Denise are over the week with Theo. The food won’t be done by then anyway, so he’ll be here in time” Harry smiled, as you hooked your arms around his bare hips and pulled your fingers up his back. “… That sounds great. See you at 11, mate. Bye. Bye” Harry muttered, as he pulled the phone from his ear and disabled the phone.
“Liam?” You wondered, as you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. A nod giving you your answer. “What’s the time now? It’s got to be what, eight thirty?” You muttered, as you dropped your forehead to his chest, and inhaled deeply.
“Eight forty-five, actually. You want to go make the tea, and I’ll come down and join you when I’ve finished in the shower? Then I can get straight to defrosting the turkey and getting that cooked” He smiled, as he held you at arm’s length and winked at you. “Go on, missus. Go make me tea. I love you” He smirked, as you frowned and kicked his shin softly. “You look beautiful this morning, if I must say. Like a model” He grinned as you rolled your eyes and kiss his lips softly.
“Shower now. You smell disgusting” You winked, as you turned and walked from the bathroom, laughing as you heard him growl and slam the door in a teasing manner. “I was joking. You smell beautiful, like a flower in the early morning. Hurry up, okay? Otherwise it’ll get cold” You grinned, as you heard him creak the door open and poke his head from inside the room.
“Just can’t stay away, can you, baby?”
* *
The kitchen smelt like a cooking chicken with a hint of thyme filling the spaces. The aroma made your tummy rumble as you walked into the room with a towel wrapped around your hair. Your legs were clad in a pair of ripped-at-the-knee baggy jeans with rolled up hems and your upper body was covered with a button up shirt that you had nicked from Harry. His back was turned to you as he stood with an apron tied around his neck, and hanging loosely down his body. He was hunched over the counter with a knife in his hand and a carrot on the chopping board. You hopped up on the island chair and watched from the side and giggle lightly when his tongue stuck out from between his lips.
“Don’t laugh, baby. S’my concentration face. Yours is funnier, you know” He laughed, as he placed the knife down on the counter and scooped up the cut up carrots into his hands. He had a saucepan beside him which already had other carrot circles cut up in it. “Do you think we have enough carrot?” He asked, as he held the saucepan to you and let you inspect the contents inside. You nodded, making his body turn back around and place the saucepan on the cooker. “What else do we need? Broccoli and cauliflower? I eat it, but I’m not sure whether the others will? Shall I just cook it, just in case?” He flustered, as he reached for the packet of cauliflower and broccoli and cut the plastic open.
“I eat it, but I won’t have a lot. Just cook a few and then see how that goes. We’ll know for next time to cook some if the guys eat it” You smiled, as you stood from the stool and walked over to him. “I was thinking we could have a raspberry cheesecake and a chocolate and blueberry cake? What do you think? I could make some cookies too?” You grinned, as you walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open.
“Raspberry cheesecake sounds divine, babe. Don’t make too much though” He chuckled, as you pulled the raspberries out. “Just make the cheesecake, and then make the chocolate and blueberry cake for next time. I’ll help with that. You know I can’t resist a bit of chocolate cake” Harry winked, as you stood beside him and bumped his hip with yours.
“This food smells so good, H. You should totally become a chef when the band falters” You winked, as you watched him carefully slice up the cauliflower sitting on the chopping board. “Actually don’t. I like your cooking to myself. Ignore that. I want you to be my own personal chef. I’ll pay you for it as well” You giggled, as he turned his head. His eyebrow cocked up as he watched your cheeks tinge pink.
The way your cheeks tinged made his lips curve into a bigger smile, his teeth showing and glinting in the kitchen light. He loved how just by the simplest of looks could make you blush, weak at the knees, or just make you fall more and more in love with him. With a wink, it made you blush. A smile made you weak at the knees, and a cock of the eyebrow made you smile and blush at the same time. It was like he knew your ways. 5 years back, none of these behaviours made you blush, smile or weak. 5 years later, and he knew how to make you fall.
“Pay me how? Actually no… I’ll set that” He whispered, as he looked at you and smirked. “I expect a kiss ever morning, and a little bit of a show at night. You get me?” He winked, as you blushed a bright pink colour and felt the heat rise to your head. “A blowjob, maybe? To put me to sleep?” He winked, as you gasped as slapped his arm softly, your eyes staring down at the raspberries in the plastic case. “No? Okay… No blowjob before bed. Maybe just a nice long, passionate kiss in bed. How’s that?” He chuckled, as gave his bum a soft pat with your hand, your fingers curling as you gave it a perky squeeze. “Cheeky!” He laughed, as he nudged his knee against yours.
* *
“Hi, babe! How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in ages” Louis grinned, as he placed the bag of wine on the island counter, the clinking noises filling the kitchen. “Come give me a hug. I missed you” He chuckled, as he bundled over to you and held you tightly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he squeezed you to his body. Harry may be your better half, but Louis was the better half in your friendship. He was your partner in crime when you went on tour with them, and he was always the one you went to whenever you and Harry were having problems. He made you see things in a different light and gave you advice, which surprisingly worked considering it came from him. “I hope Harry has been looking after you, eh?” He chuckled, as he pulled away from your hold and kissed your cheek.
“He has, Louis. He has. He’s been nothing but great to me. He painted the bedroom the other month for me. I insisted on helping, but he told me to just sit and relax” You smiled, as you watched Liam come in over Louis’ shoulder carrying a crate of beer under his arm. “Liam, hey!” You grinned, as he sided up to the island counter and placed the crate on the top.
“Hey, darling. How are we feeling? Last time we saw you, or Harry, you had the flu. You feeling better?” He smiled, as he gave you a one-armed hug and pulled you into his side. His clothes smelt like fresh air and his rich cologne, and it reminded you of Harry when he’d come home from work and he walked through the front door with the fresh smell adorning his body. “You look better, look at the colour in your cheeks. Back to your normal self!” He chuckled, as he pinched one of your cheeks with his hand.
“Harry took care of me. I’m sorry to have kept him for that long. I know you had some important stuff to do in the studio. I felt awful keeping him here, and I kept insisting he went to the studio to help with recording and writing, but he stood his ground and stayed with me” You laughed, and leant up to kiss Liam’s cheek. “How’s Sophia? I haven’t seen her in so long. How was your trip to France? She sent us photos. It looked divine” You grinned, as he nodded and pulled his arm from around your shoulder. The sounds of Sophia and Harry chatting away in the hallway nearing the three of you stood in the kitchen.
“… I’ll get Liam to send you the link for the hotel we stayed at. It was beautiful. It is literally you and (Y/N)” Sophia laughed, as she rounded the corner, and grinned widely as she trundled towards you and took you into her arms. “Oh my god! I’ve missed you! I have your present in my bag, you’ll love it. It’s just for you and Harry” She winked, as Liam chuckled lightly and shook Harry’s hand.
“Good to see you again, mate” Liam smiled, as Harry chuckled softly and pulled Liam into a male-friendly hug. “The food smells fabulous, Styles. I’m shocked you can cook this well” He teased, as Louis laughed loudly and ripped at the cardboard of the crate of beers.
“Harry cooked the food? I though (Y/N) made it…” He laughed, as you rolled your eyes and nudged Harry softly. “It smells so good. I just hope it’s cooked correctly. I can’t afford to have food poisoning right now” Louis joked, as Harry slapped him round the back of the head softly. “Hey! I was joking. I’ve had a roast cooked by you before, and it was awesome. I have faith to believe that this is just going to be even better” Louis added, as he opened the cap of the can and took a sip from the blue beer can.
“Hmm… No pudding for you then, Tommo. I made your favourite as well” You laughed, as you gave Harry a soft kiss and moved over to the cooker hood to turn the fan on. “So… What’s this present you and Liam have brought for us? It better not be something rude. My parents and Harry’s parents come round for dinner sometimes, remember?” You giggled, as you turned to face them, walking beside Harry and leaning back against the counter.
“Okay, so… We went out on a shopping spree on our last day for little gifts for each one of you. I think we brought Louis a French football and cigarettes that he likes from out there, and we brought Niall a funky looking beer holder, which holds about 8 beers at once” Sophia laughed, as Liam walked over beside her and placed a hand around her hips. Her bag dropped to the counter, with a loud bang as Liam smirked and looked to you and Harry. Your arm was draped over his hip with your other hand reaching for the wrapped box Sophia had presented. “It will suit the kitchen really well. It’s white and very lovely” She giggled, as she handed you the box and smirked widely.
“I’m starting to think it’s something naughty. It’s not another stupid sex toy like what you brought back from America, right?” Harry blushed; as he watched your nimble fingers rip the tissue paper from the outside of the box.
“It’s not a sex toy, Harry. Calm it. It’s hilarious though… We thought of the two of you as soon as we saw it in the shop. We even tested them out” Liam smirked, as Louis laughed loudly and hopped up on the counter, placing his beer on the counter and looking intrigued as he watched you rip the paper off to reveal a plain white box. “Turn it over and take the top off… Ooo, this is going to be funny” Liam whispered, as Sophia covered his mouth and giggled as you slowly turned the box over.
“Penis salt and pepper shakers?” Harry laughed, as he took the box from your hand and laughed with a blush on his cheek. Louis burst out laughing as he caught a glimpse of what they looked like, and Liam and Sophia hysterically cried out with laughter as you covered your face and buried your nose into Harry’s shoulder. “Oh, this is incredible. I love it. (Y/N) and I were actually thinking of buying Louis these the other day… As a joke for his birthday. This is brilliant… We have to use them today!” Harry grinned, as he pulled the top off the box, and revealed the salt and pepper shakers inside.
“You’re so embarrassing, Harry. Stop. You’re getting excited over penis shaped salt and pepper shakers. Penis shaped, Harry” You giggled, as you watched his cheeks turn a brighter pink and he felt the heat rise to his head. He didn’t think that through. “How about I put the salt and pepper in, and then you continue cooking. Niall will be here soon… We better have it set up before he gets here” You giggled, as you pressed a kiss to his nose. “Tommo can help me. Keeps him busy for the time being” You smiled, as Louis cheered and jumped from the counter.
“We going to fill the penises. Jealous, Harold?” Louis teased, as Harry threw a tea towel at him.
“Shut up, Tommo. Just go…”
* *
“Harry Edward Styles, that was delicious. (Y/N) is an incredibly lucky woman to get that food every night” Niall laughed, as he felt back against the wooden chair and slouched down with his hands patting at his belly. “God, I am stuffed. And these salt and pepper shakers are brilliant. I love it” He smirked, as he looked to the curly haired man sitting beside him. “Is that what I missed this morning?”
You squeezed at Harry’s knee softly as you looked up at him, your head tilting to his shoulder as you closed your eyes. “You didn’t miss much, mate. Sophia and Liam gave us these from France” Harry chuckled, as he rested his head against yours. “Now… I suppose you all want to know what that announcement we were talking about is. Remember when I told you we had something to say?” Harry smiled, as you cracked an eye open and blushed a bright pink.
“Oh yes! It’s been wracking my brain for ages, you two! Tell us. Tell us now” Sophia laughed, as she banged her hands against the table and sat up straighter. “We need to know. Are you pregnant? Selling the house? Are you adopting babies?” She listed, as Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“None of those things, Soph. No. We wouldn’t dare sell the house. We love this place. Some important things have happened here. We had our first time in the bedroom upstairs, I nearly broke my arm in the bath when she jumped out from behind the door, and we got engaged in this very room” He grinned, as Sophia cooed and covered her cheeks. Liam’s eyes widened as Louis cheered and stood up. Niall took a sip from his beer as he stood up and took Harry into a hug, his hand patting his back lightly.
“Wah-hey! He popped the question! We have a wedding on the way” Louis cried out as everyone stood up from the table, the scraping sound of the legs of the chairs being drowned as everyone congratulated the both of you. “Congratulations, babe! I’m so happy for you! Make sure I’m the best man, yeah? Persuade Harry” Louis whispered in your ear, his breath smelling like beer and chicken. “Make sure I’m the best man. I’ll make sure I book him a damn good bachelor party, with no stripper” He chuckled, as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We’ll see, Tommo. We’ll see” You giggled, as he laughed and squeezed your shoulders softly.
“You. You’re engaged! How incredible is that, huh?” Sophia squealed, as she took your hand and looked at the ring on your finger. “This is just beautiful. He made a good choice. It looks so beautiful. It matches you” She grinned, as she pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly. “Oh, I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe my best friend is getting married” Sophia cried out, as she held you at arm’s length. “We need to start planning right away! Oh my goodness. I know this beautiful wedding dress store in the middle of London. My sister and I walk past there every time and gush over this amazing dress…” Sophia sighed, as you shook your head a giggled softly.
You already had a dress in mind. You couldn’t help but google wedding dresses because you couldn’t wait. You wanted to get an idea on what you wanted to wear for the day, and you found the perfect one. There was no doubt that your mind would change, but that was set in stone for the moment.
“I already have an idea in mind. It’s not so fancy, it’s just nice and simple and plain. Just the way I like it” You grinned, as you felt Niall side up beside you.
“Congratulations, darlin’. I’m proud of ye. You and Harry are officially tying the knot. He was a mess when he tried to find the right ring” He chuckled, as you gave him a confused look. “I was in on the whole idea. He needed some input so me and Gem helped him with the idea. It’s a nice one, isn’t it?” Niall grinned, as he kissed your cheek and nuzzled his nose against your ear.
“I can’t believe you kept it secret, Horan. You’re usually awful with secrets” You giggled, as he rolled his eyes and gave you a soft slap to the arm. “You are! I’m not even apologising” You stated, as he gave you a look of mock offence and frowned lightly. “I’m joking, Niall. Give me a hug because you smell very delicious. Not like my fiancé but second best” You winked, and gave his hips a tight squeeze.
* *
“So… I believe that went well, huh?” Harry smiled, as he dipped his hands into the sink filled with bubbles and warm water. The sleeves of his button up were rolled up to his elbows and his hair was tied back into a tighter ponytail, lower down his head than usual. “They seemed pleased. Louis kept begging to be best man” He chuckled, as he lifted a plate from under the water and washed and scrubbed it with the brush in his hand.
“Sophia already wants to go dress shopping” You giggled as you wrapped your hands around his waist and gave his body a squeeze back to yours. He smelt like beer, with a hint of his cologne and it made you fuzzy and weak inside. Your knees felt like jelly whenever he had a hint of alcohol on him. “I think your mum wants to come, and no doubt Gemma will come as well. My mum too. We need to book a day where we go off to shop. You should go tuxedo shopping on the same day, then we can meet for lunch or something” You grinned, as he chuckled lightly and turned his head to look at you from the corner of his green orbs.
“That sounds alright. S’a bit early to be going dress and tux shopping, though. We should leave it a few months. We need to book a date and a venue and a caterer for the food. I think we need a proper sit down, just me and you, so we can write down what we want. Not what others want. It’s our special day, and as selfish as it sounds, we get to have it our way” Harry smiled, as you placed your forehead against his back, and inhaled deeply. Puffing out your cheeks, you let out the breath and smiled widely.
“That sounds great. It’s our special day, Styles. Our wedding day… That’s crazy” You sighed, as he placed the plate on the drying board and turned in your arms. “Hello, handsome” You grinned, as he cupped your cheeks in his wet palms and brought your head up to his lips, pressing his soft flesh to yours.
“Mrs future Styles… I love you lots.”

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