Harry Styles-Wilson: Hockey Husband [Sequel to Harry Who?] (Completed)

Ellie woke up to a constant buzzing from her phone, and checked to see who was calling. But it was not a call, just a constant stream of text notifications.

*You’re married??!?!!?

*Is this real? There’s no way you’re married to Harry Styles

*Did April fools come early this year?

*Seriously, this has to be a different Ellie Wilson who plays hockey for the Riveters

Text after text from people she’d known through all walks of life flooded her phone looking for confirmation on her nuptials to the pop-star.

“I think it’s time you got a new phone number,” Harry tiredly joked as he got up.

“I definitely agree.” She scrolled through the messages, laughing at a few and cringing at others. Who knew her former classmates had such an opinion of Harry? “Should I respond to them?”

Harry shrugged and slid out of bed. “If you want, but I think we definitely confirmed it was true last night. You want some coffee?” He asked before slipping out of their bedroom.

“Yes please!” She called after him and continued scrolling until she got to one that actually mattered. ‘Oh shit…’ she thought and opened the text.

*I didn’t think you were the marrying type, but congratulations

Ellie sighed and leaned back in bed. It had been quite a while since she’d run into her ex at a hockey game in New York while visiting Harry, and since then she had realized perhaps they didn’t end their relationship on the terms she’d thought they had. At the time, she thought he dumped her because she wouldn’t move to the states with him so he could pursue his hockey career. He never said it, but a move like that implied he thought they would have a more permanent relationship after that point. At the time (nearly four years ago exactly) Ellie would have been all for that - she and Glen had been together since freshman year of college, and that was the next logical step.

Yet, Ellie stayed behind, and Glen moved to the US to play hockey, inevitably ending their relationship - or so Ellie thought. Ellie later learned from her brother (and her ex’s best friend at the time) that Glen thought they were going to try to work things out long distance. When Ellie appeared distant, and didn’t return his calls, Glen realized something was up. But the real deal breaker came when he saw she’d gone on a date with another guy just weeks after he’d left. Disappointed and angry, he didn’t even confront her, just left her with the message that he didn’t want to see her ever again.

Ellie shook her head at that memory, realizing how wrong she’d gotten it. How could she have gotten it so backwards? Sure, she and Glen didn’t have the perfect relationship, but, what relationship is perfect?

Harry appeared in the doorway with their coffee, almost as if answering her unasked question. ‘Okay, some relationships are perfect’ she thought and smiled as he handed her a mug of coffee. “Thank you,” she kissed his cheek as he climbed back into bed to snuggle with her. At that moment, with Harry’s head resting on her shoulder - feeling his hair tickling her neck - Ellie promised to never mess up that ‘perfect’ relationship, no matter what it took.

“I have a surprise for you,” Harry interrupted Ellie’s mental vow. “Sort of an early Valentine’s Day present.”

“Oh?” Ellie had forgotten all about that upcoming holiday - but of course it was always two weeks after Harry’s birthday.

“Have you ever been to Korea?” He sat up and asked.

“North or South?” Ellie asked, knowing it was a dumb question.

“I’d be impressed if you’d been to North Korea. Also a little concerned, maybe,” Harry added and crinkled his brow.

“I haven’t been to either. Why?”

“Well,” Harry smiled. “We are going to Pyeongchang to watch the Olympics.”

Ellie’s eyes shot open and she nearly dropped her coffee in excitement. “Oh my god Harry thank you!!” She lurched forward to hug him, and he carefully took her mug and placed it on the side table. “I’ve never been to the Olympics before - even when they were in Canada. This is so awesome!!!”

Harry grinned at his wife’s excitement and she seemed to radiate happiness. “I’m interested in seeing the curling - I have no idea what it is, but it sounds fascinating.”

“I can explain curling to you, don’t worry. I’m Canadian, it’s something we know,” Ellie joked. “Personally, I of course want to see the women’s hockey, but the men’s hockey is going to be very interesting. The NHL is not allowing its player to participate, and with Russia out of the games altogether, that means some lower level league or college hockey players get to represent their countries. It should be pretty interesting!”

“No NHL? That’s too bad, so Scott won’t be playing?” Harry asked sympathetically.

“Umm…” Ellie laughed. “I don’t think he would have been playing anyway. No offence to my bro, but there are A LOT of really good Canadian hockey players that would probably make the cut before him.”

“Oh,” Harry nodded. He felt like he was still figuring out the game of hockey, despite owning his own hockey team and being married to a hockey player. “That makes sense.”

The two finished up their coffee and elected not to take their usual morning run. The paparazzi would surely be waiting for them, and honestly it was a little cold. It was so much easier to stay at home in bed together until Harry had to leave for rehearsal or something regarding his upcoming arena tour, leaving Ellie alone with her thoughts.

Those thoughts mainly consisted of what the heck she was going to get Harry for Valentine’s Day that could even remotely compare to him taking her to the Olympics. After Christmas and his birthday, she’d always run out of ideas by Valentine’s Day, and knew she couldn't get him yet another watch. Does Harry even wear watches? What does someone get one of the biggest pop-stars in the world, who could clearly buy himself anything he wanted?

There was, of course, one thing Harry wanted more than anything, and no amount of money could buy it. Yet, Ellie was not ready for that, and Harry knew that, so she brushed that thought aside.

She spent the rest of the day avoiding that thought, while simultaneously trying to come up with a Valentine’s Day gift. After racking her brain all day, she gave up by the time Harry got home, and the two hopped in the shower together. It was there in the shower - as they were soaping up each others bodies - that an idea came to her.

A week later, Harry had just finished up packing for their trip and closed his suitcase, when he realized Ellie’s suitcase was still empty. He remembered their first Christmas together, when he gave her that suitcase full of new clothes because she was too stubborn to let him buy nice things for her. He smiled at the memory, and almost didn’t hear her come home.

“Oh, hey!” She stopped abruptly in the doorway to their room when she saw him. “I thought you’d be out.”

“We finished rehearsal early, so I came home to pack. Looks like I beat you to it…” He grinned teasingly.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy,” she smiled, and grabbed her suitcase to start packing.

“I’m going to jump in the shower, want to join me?” Harry bit his lip, but Ellie ignored his advances.

“No thanks, I already showered.” She smiled, and dragged her suitcase into the closet to pack. They had an early flight, so she was in bed, asleep, by the time Harry got out of the shower, so he quietly joined her in bed, being careful not to wake her.

It was a very long flight to Korea, so Ellie took the opportunity to fill Harry in on the basics of curling, and answered all his questions. By the time they landed, they were both tired, and headed to their hotel to get some sleep before the opening ceremony. Despite their tiredness due to the time change, Ellie was nearly bouncing she was so excited. Harry was happy just to see her like this - she was like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh my god, Canada’s next,” she grabbed his arm as the Canadian athletes paraded into the arena. She rattled off as many names of athletes she could recognize - including a few of her teammates from the Riveters. “I always hoped to play in the Olympics one day, but, that’s probably not going to happen.”

She looked happy, but Harry sensed a tinge of regret in her voice. It wasn’t her fault that she’d had two career-ending injuries, but like anyone she occasionally thought ‘what if…?’

As they returned to their hotel, Ellie looked pretty tired, even though she would never admit it, and let Harry carry her once they got to the hotel. “Time for sleeping beauty to get to bed,” he said softly as the reached their door. “Actually, can you help me with the door first?”

“Yeah, let me find my key-card,” Ellie tried to reach for it in her pocket, but Harry’s hand was in the way. “Can you grab it out of my pocket for me?”

“This is teamwork at it’s best,” he joked as he slipped his hand into her pocket and retrieved the room key. “What’s this?”

“What?” Ellie asked as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“Is that a bandage?” He asked and carried her into their room, kicking the door shut behind them.

“Where?” Ellie tiredly asked, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“Here, on your hip,” Harry gently set her on the bed. “Did you get hurt?” He asked, and looked back up at her with concerned eyes as he sat next to her on the bed.

“Um,” Ellie started to smile. “No.”

“What is this?” He was so confused now, and started to unbutton her jeans to get a better look at this bandage on her hip.

“It was going to be a surprise, but…” Ellie kicked her shoes off and let him remove he jeans completely. “Looks like we’re both getting our Valentine’s Day presents a little early this year.”

Harry’s lips were curled into a curious smile now that he knew she wasn’t hurt. He traced his fingers around the bandage. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“Okay, but be careful, so we can put it back on again,” she instructed him, sitting up just enough so she could see his reaction.

His eyes flicked back up to her before starting to peel the bandage off. “Oh my god,” he stopped and laughed once he realized once it was, before taking the rest of it off. “So this is what you’ve been hiding from me,” Harry grinned.

“Now we match,” Ellie smiled back at her husband, who seemed at a loss for words as he looked over the tattoo on her hip, that was identical to the crossed hockey sticks he had on his own hip.

“I can’t believe you got a tattoo,” he finally said. “This really means a lot to me, love.”

“I’m relieved to hear that, because it was fucking painful!” Ellie laughed.

“Does this mean you don’t want to get any more?” Harry asked and raised his eyebrow in amusement.

“Maybe not on the hip,” Ellie replied.

“Yeah, the hip hurts,” he carefully put the bandage back over the crossed hockey sticks. “I kind of wanted to be there for your first tattoo. Maybe we’ll have to get another one, for our anniversary or something.”

“That would be nice, as long as it’s small and not somewhere that hurts. She said you shouldn’t get a tattoo somewhere that you’re ticklish, because it’ll hurt more.”

“Like, here?” Harry reached back to her bare foot and ran his index finger along the bottom, causing Ellie to spasm and laugh as he tickled her.

“No, stop!” She laughed and tried to kick him away, but he climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed beneath him.

“What about here, are you ticklish here?” he reached for her sides, and again, Ellie laughed and tried to escape his grasp.

“Stop it Harry!” She shrieked, but only encouraged his tickle attack. She pushed him, and reversed their positions, so she was on top tickling him.

“Damn, sometimes I forget how strong you are,” he shook his head as he watched her try to decide where to tickle him first.

“Hockey is a pretty physical sport,” Ellie replied, and her eyes started to get dark. “You know what else is pretty physical?”

Harry waited for the tickling to start, but was startled when Ellie’s lips collided with his own.

“That’s one way to stop a tickle fight,” he joked, but she was already working on getting his clothes off.

Notes

Ending it there because I’ve run out of creativity. (You get the idea)

PS. I’m very excited about the Olympics, if you haven’t noticed I love hockey : )

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