A crack of thunder rumbled through the house, the bright illuminous numbers on the alarm clock being the first thing Harry saw as he awoke. With squinted eyes, he could just make out the number 3 sitting on the screen, a puff of air leaving his lips as he rolled over onto his. Monday morning had arrived, much to his dismay, and work at rehearsals had to be started back up. After a nice few unstressful weeks off, he’d dreaded the day where all the stress would come back and pile up upon his shoulder. A grunt left his lips as he felt your body move from beneath him, your clenched fist pushing at his bare shoulder to keep his body heat away from you. A throaty chuckle left his lips as he rolled onto his front, his cheek smushed to his pillow making his lips form a small pout. His hair was pulled back into his usual messy bun, with a few soft and curled strands falling beside his ears and hanging in tendrils down his cheeks.
“Lay still, Harry. God…” You hissed, rolling on your side so your back was facing him, the tips of your hair resting against his pillow, tickling the underside of his nose and making a smile emerge on his lips. “Go back to sleep, it’s too early to be up” You muttered, feeling his arm snake around your waist and pull your lower half back against his torso. Another roll of thunder rumbled through the bedroom, followed by a flash of lightning which made his muscles tense up and his grip on you tightened. Afraid that if he let you go, then something bad would happen. “Harry, babe… It’s just a little thunderstorm. Don’t be so worried, love” You whispered, resting a hand on top of where his placed on your hip. Your forearm lined up with his perfectly, his skin soft and fuzzy.
“M’not scared. Just made me jump…” He muttered softly into the back of your neck, his warm breath giving you a sense of warmth and butterflies arose in your belly. From the 5 years that you’d been dating him, you’d grown accustomed to what he disliked and what he liked, making sure that you took mental notes for whenever something happened, to be sure for the future.
He really disliked when you came home from work and instantly went up to him, drenched in rain water, and hugged him tightly. He disliked when your cold feet rubbed against his warm legs. He hated when you took biscuits to bed and left crumbs among the sheets. And he really disliked when thunderstorms started at ungodly hours in the morning. He hated them even more when he was home alone, or laid in a hotel bed on his own. However, he loved many things which topped all of them off, and the things he hated were usually overpowered by what he loved. He loved when you’d join him in his baths. When he’d be all exhausted from the day’s events, and he could unravel beneath the water and feel his muscles relax. He absolutely adored you when he was sick with a poorly throat or a sickly tummy and you made him lemon tea because that was his favourite to drink on a day where he was poorly. But his favourite thing, and it would be weird to other people, but he loved when you would wake him up in the midst of a warm and muggy summer night, just so you could travel to the beach less than an hour away and watch the sunrise.
You raised an eyebrow as you turned your head over your shoulder, his nose nudged to the apple of your cheek. “I have been with you long enough to know you are a little scared of thunderstorms. You think I don’t know, but I do, mister” You whispered, as another crack rumbled through the room, making Harry’s leg hitch over your thighs and pull you closer to him, as if you were his teddy bear that made his fears disappear. “Harry, babe…” You muttered, as you hand travelled to where his thigh was thrown over your legs, his skin fuzzy yet warm against your own, and they were bare and showing from under his loose light blue shaded boxers.
“M’sorry… I’m not a massive fan of this weather, you know that, baby” He muttered, as your fingers drew light patterns into the skin of his thigh. Shivers running up his veins and through his back. “You smell nice though. What is that? Coconut and vanilla? That’s the shower gel I brought you, isn’t it?” He chuckled softly, as he took in the aroma of your body. His favourite smell. It was the smell that lingered in the bathroom after you’d showered, and if he could, he would sit in the room until the smell disappeared; he loved it that much.
“I think it is, yeah. S’my favourite. But, yours smells a whole lot better, you know? Very manly and strong scented” You slurred, with a soft giggle. His grip on your tightened even more as you shuffled under his hold, his hands falling underneath the old and tattered shirt*** of his you stole to sleep in. It had been with you through thick and thin, through every argument and every passionate night together. “I love laying here, with the rain pattering down outside. It makes me feel all warm and snuggly” You grinned, as your ears perked up to the sound of the thunder and the lightning strike made your eyes open wide.
A whimper left Harry’s lips as he held onto you tightly, his fingers digging into the dip of your hips.
“Baby, shall we go downstairs? Get some tea and eat some leftover celebration cake from your sister?” You suggested, as he nodded gently. His forehead nudging against the nape of your neck, as he removed his thigh from your legs and rolled onto his back. “You don’t need to be at rehearsals till what time today?” You wondered, perching yourself up on your elbows, watching as your fiancé kicking the duvet from both your bodies and over the end of the bed. The cool air made goosebumps raise on your skin as the atmosphere changed from a warm duvet to cold bedroom.
“I wasn’t thinking of going in early, like we usually do. I was going to go in around lunchtime, maybe? We could go out for some lunch and then you can come with me for a few hours. I might even treat you to a small spot of dinner at that pizza place you like” He grinned, as he stood from the bed and instantly bent down to pick up his white shorts*** up. His slid the soft material up his legs, before straightening up and casting his eyes over to where you were sitting up on the bed. “That’s if you wanted to come with me. I’ve not a problem if you want to stay here, google wedding stuff or whatever you do when I’m not here” He grinned, and even through the darkness of the room, you could see the corners of his lips turn into a smirk.
Whenever he’d go out for the night, for a catch up with Nick or a few drinks with Niall, he would always come home to his laptop sitting on your lap with webpage tabs open with wedding dresses on, and cake ideas, and photographers, and venues, and he swore to himself that night that’d he’d cut back the nights out so he could stay home and plan the wedding with you, and cuddle up on the sofa and just talk about what ideas the two of you had.
“I’d love to come, Harry. Wouldn’t pass up coming and seeing the lads, would I?” You grinned, as you stood up on the bed and walked across the plush mattress to where he was standing at the end of the bed. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers curling around the expanse of his bicep as he placed his hands at your bum and held you tightly to his body as you curled your thighs around his hips. “Have I ever told you how I can’t wait to marry you? I get this sexy piece of man for the rest of my life…” You giggled, his nose nuzzling at the dip between your t-shirt breasts. Your wrists crossed at the nape of his neck, with your fingers toyed with the bun on top of his head. His hair soft beneath your fingertips.
“I get this beautiful, gorgeous piece of a woman for the rest of my life. I’m extremely excited to get you at the end of that aisle so I can officially call you Mrs Styles. My missus” He grinned, as he took slow steps towards the bedroom door, hooking his ankle through the gap between the door and the frame, and pulling it open. “Now, let’s go and eat some cake. Cake and tea at 3am, who can complain?”
* *
“Do you have any ideas then?” He wondered, as he held a forkful of chocolate cake to your lips. His legs were straightened out in front of him, whilst you were perched on the floor in between them. His ankles came to your hips and his feet were tilted behind you, his toes touching, capturing you in a small trap. Your lips wrapped around the fork, taking the cake from the tips. “I was thinking, like, you know when we drove past that small church on the way to Cheshire? That white-ish looking one, with the pink and purple flowers hanging down the doors? Maybe we could look at booking it. Just a suggestion but… I mean, we can go down early and stay with my mum, and Robin. They won’t mind” He muttered, as you placed your hands on his shins, rubbing the skin softly with your thumbs.
“I mean, Cheshire is beautiful. You know I love it there, and I know you love it there as well, but it’s a really faraway place for people to travel too. It means we’ll need to find hotels for our out of town family and guests to stay at. Why not stay here, in London? I mean, it doesn’t have to be the centre of London, maybe on the outskirts of London? Nearer the Surrey area” You suggested, as he nodded softly, his eyes watching your facial features light up. The look on your face when you spoke about what you wanted made his whole body relax and his heart doubled when you told him how excited you were for everything to fall into place. “Surrey is a beautiful place. I mean, we’re just setting ideas out, nothing is being set in stone yet, I know” You smiled, watching as he placed the fork on the empty plate and reached up to place it on the counter top.
“The place where Liam and Sophia’s new home is looks great. Warplesdon, isn’t it? Somewhere by Woking in Surrey, I believe. He was talking about it the other day” Harry grinned, resting his hands on your ankles. “We have ages, my love. We don’t need to plan anything and have it set now” He smiled, as he pulled you closer to him by your ankles, letting your legs drop over his thighs.
“Soph showed me some photos of it, and it really looks beautiful. It’s easier then, because she told us we could stay with them if we ever wanted too. Let’s just have a look around at some venues and we can see from there” You smiled, and cupped his jaw in your palms. Your thumbs running down the corners of his lips to remove the excess crumbs stuck in the crooks. “You are such a messy eater, you know?” You giggled, tapping his nose softly and pressing a kiss to his lips. His upper lip was coated with a thin-layer of peach fuzz, tickling the skin between your nose and upper lip. You loved when he went for the rugged look, where he went days without shaving because he couldn’t be bothered too. You enjoyed sitting beside him on the sofa, your upper body twisted to face him and your palms cupping his face as you toyed with his upper lip. “I love this, ya’know? Suits you…” You winked at him, watching his lips curve into a smirk.
“M’thinking of growing a beard. Or a moustache. What do you think? Go for the lumberjack look. Might do it for the wedding” He grinned, as he bit at your finger softly. You shook your head softly, and let it fall to his chest. Your forehead bumped against the bare skin of his chest, the soft rises lulling you into a soft sleep as he took each breath. “Shall we head back up to bed, my love? You’re falling asleep, and my bum is going numb” He chuckled, as his chin dipped down to rest against the top of your head.
“That sounds good…”
* *
The studio where the rehearsals were taking place smelt like coffee and tea melded together, each boy nursing their own hot beverage as they stood around the centre table where the new tour set list was laid out. The newest tour was for a month or so, just a small promotional tour before they had their small break from the limelight of One Direction. It gave time for each member to have some personal time to themselves. It gave Harry his time to get married and a possible chance in starting that family he had always wanted. Liam wanted to get settled with Sophia in their newest home in the quiet county of Surrey, and Louis and Niall wanted to get out there and look for a someone who they’d get to call their own.
“So, have you had any early ideas yet? I tell you, me and my husband had so many ideas to begin with” Helene laughed, as she sipped from the warm beverage in the paper cup she had held in her hand. “We must have chatted everyday about the wedding up until we booked the whole venue and reception place and dresses and suits and everything” She added with a soft rub to your arm, her touch soothing and warm. The lads behind Helene were chatting to their choreographer Paul about stage arrangements and you could see Harry facing you, the beanie on his head pulled over his curls as he tried not to lose concentration as he stared at you.
“Me and H were up early this morning, due to that massive thunderstorm we had. He woke up, woke me up, and then we went downstairs for some cake and a tea. We just chatted about venues and where we’d like to get married and stuff… Obviously nothing is set in stone just yet, but we’re hoping to get looked and get settled with venue after the little tour they have coming up” You smiled, as Helene nodded and placed her paper cup on the table beside her. “Yeah… We’ve not spoken too much about it yet. I think Harry just wants to get this newest tour done with so we can spend their break focusing on the wedding. I don’t blame him to be fair. This gets very stressful” You sighed, hopping up on one of the unused speakers behind you.
“This tour will be quite stressful and quite upsetting as well. It’s the last one for quite a while, which is rather saddening” Helene sighed, as she turned to gather her papers and the tour set list. “But, the break will do you both and all of the lads some good. It’s about time they had a nice long break to focus upon their own lives” She smiled, patting your knee and siding off beside you, bumbling over to where the rest of the tour management were standing.
You stayed sitting on the large speaker, just watching as Louis and Niall played around with Niall’s guitar pulling a few strings and letting the tune play out. Liam was sitting at the table, with Paul, as they discussed what they wanted to do during each song, his hand gestures becoming prominent and seen throughout the room as he got deeper involved. And Harry, well… He was shuffling his way across the floor, a water bottle in his hand as he pushed your legs apart with his knees.
“Missed you” He mumbled, as he set the water bottle behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His fingers dipping under the white shirt you had on and rested his palms at the small of your back. “Not much longer, then we can head off for dinner. The lads might come with us though. Is that okay?” He muttered, as his head dropped to your shoulder, your chin resting on his.
“That’s fine, babe. It’s been a while since we’ve been out with ‘em. I feel I haven’t seen them for years” You giggled, running your hands up his back. His outfit looked exceptionally good, something he wore pretty much every day but made you weak at the knees; his brown boots were situated on his feet, with a pair of black skinny jeans and white shirt***. Something only you got to see every day. “What time are you finishing up here?”
“Give us 20 minutes? We gotta run through a song really quick to make sure our in ears are working correctly, and we need to get settled with the new set list and stuff. We won’t be too long, lovely. That’s your water, by the way. It’s cold, from the fridge. Made sure” He grinned, nudging his nose beneath your jawline and pressing a kiss to your skin.
“Styles! We get your missus is here and everything, but let’s run through this song first. I’ll let you get back to her in a second” Paul laughed, as you patted Harry on the back and unhooked his arms from your hips. “C’mon, mate. I know you want to take her home and have your way with her, but we need to get this done” He added, as Harry took the microphone from Paul’s grip and adjusted his in ears so the wire wasn’t irritating his neck. “Right, we’ll just kick off with 18, yeah? When you’re ready lads…”
* *
The chatter in the restaurant was loud, especially for a Monday evening. The tables already filled by the time you and the four boys had arrived. “We booked a table. For any time between 7 and 8pm” Louis stated, as he sided up to the waitress who looked shell-shocked, almost as if they weren’t standing in front of her. “I think we usually get seated at the back, due to us getting somewhat mobbed on occasions…” He chuckled, as the waitress let out a small laugh and gathered up 5 menus in her hands.
“Follow me right this way…” She smiled nervously, Harry’s hand tightening on yours as you made your way through the tables. You recognised the normal booth you sat at, the circular table set in the middle of the long and rounded chair. “If I take your drinks order, then I’ll be back to take your food order, unless you know what you want” She smiled, as you shuffled into the booth between Harry and Liam. Louis sat opposite you, as Niall sat beside him, a smile on his face as he sent you a cheeky, yet friendly, wink.
“I think us lads will all have a coke, and my missus here will have a lemonade” Harry smiled, as the waitress wrote down what he’d said. “As for food, I think we should just get our regular order, yeah?” Harry wondered, as he looked down at you. “Pepperoni for me and (Y/N) and the other three have just a margarita between them” Harry smiled, as the waitress nodded and started to move from the table. “I’ll be right back with your drinks. As for the food, there’s roughly an hour and a half wait, due to the busy-ness of the restaurant. But we will get it out as soon as possible” She smiled, as Liam shook his head and smiled softly.
“No need to rush, love. We’ll be okay waiting..”
She soon left the table, making her way through the array of tables, leaving the five of you to talk amongst yourselves. “So, we hear Harry here had a bit of a wakeup call this morning!” Louis laughed, as you rolled your eyes and felt your lips tug into a smile as you entwined your fingers with Harry’s. “Still not a massive fan of thunderstorms, eh Styles?” He teased, as Harry discreetly gave him the middle finger. “Styles! That’s no way to act around your lady! I’m shocked…” Louis laughed, as Harry gave him a soft glare.
“Louis, leave ‘im alone. The poor lad don’t like thunderstorms, so what?” Niall smiled, as Louis chuckled and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Besides, I recall you not liking lightning, so… We could tease you about that, couldn’t we?” He smirked, as Louis kicked at the shins of the Irishman.
“Boys, let’s not fight today, yeah?” You grinned, as Harry threw his arm across your shoulder, and pulled you into his side.
“So… Have you two come up with any ideas for the wedding? It’s been a few weeks now since the engagement. You must have some ideas floating in that pretty little mind of yours, (Y/N)…” Liam grinned, as you looked to him and nodded. “Oh, let’s hear ‘em! I’m intrigued. You know, Soph really can’t wait to go dress shopping. She’s waited for this for ages…” He laughed, as you giggled softly and placed a hand on Harry’s thigh.
“Basically, we’ve come up with the idea that we want a Surrey wedding. You know you said how beautiful Warplesdon is? And how peaceful it was? I think we’re going to have a look in Surrey for some venues, and have a look in London for a few. And Harry wanted to check the venue in Cheshire just in case” You smiled, as Liam nodded softly. “I’ve also had a cheeky think about the colour scheme, but I don’t really want to say as I’m not sure if I want that right now…” You muttered, as Liam nudged your arm and sent you a cheeky grin. You could read his eyes saying ‘Spill’ but you just didn’t want too.
“I think now is the time for a quick selfie, what do you guys think?” Niall perked up, as he picked his phone up from the table and slid up the camera app. “Louis, you’re going to need to take the photo. My arm isn’t long enough…” Niall laughed, as everyone at the table gave out a soft giggle and a chuckle. He passed his phone over, as Louis held onto it tightly, holding it up so everyone could get into the picture.
“Smile!”
Meals like this were definitely your favourite things, and to have the people around you to send them with you, was just incredible. Harry’s hand settled on your thigh as he gave the camera a smile, his tongue poking out to the side as you leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek just as Louis took the photo.
“Instagram worthy, I believe…” Louis laughed, as he handed the phone back to Niall and watched as he instantly typed in his own password and clicked the Instagram app on his screen. “We’re so attractive” Louis laughed, as he looked over Niall’s shoulder and watched him as he added different filters to it. “I love this. You’re going to need to send us all the normal version….” He added, as the waitress came over with the drinks, placing the tray on the table as everyone reached for their own drink.
“A toast, maybe…” Liam suggested, as he held his glass of coke up. “To us. To having the best tour ever. And to Harry and (Y/N). Cheers!” He laughed, as you lifted your glass up and clinked it with the other four glasses.
“Cheers!”

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