Sadly, Harry was correct. I can't back out of this. When I got home mum was so happy. Going on and on about how selfless I was being. Talking about how much easier life was going to be for her.
Needless to say it's been a week. I am getting married.
Liam is staring at me confusedly from a corner of the room. I told him everything. He understands why I'm going through with this but, he doesn't understand.
You get what I'm saying?Like, he'd prefer if I didn't go through with this. But, he still supports me. I hear a knock at the door, so I run to answer it.
It's Harry!
He seems super shy, as he plays with his tie. When he stops staring at his feet, I can see his eyes.
They're brighter today. Not forest green, they're emerald green.
"Nice contacts, they look cute on you." He seems scared.
"Y-you are very o-observent. H-hopefully that won't cause t-too many problems. Of course he noticed our eyes!" He whispers the last sentence, as though there is someone right behind him. I don't think I was supposed to hear that last sentence.
He's visibly shaking.
"Are you ok?" He shakes his head almost, too quickly. I reach my hands forward to hold his. He stops shaking and, his breathing evens out.I speak calmly, as I rub circles into his hand with my thumb. "It's ok. Try to relax. Just breathe in, and out. Alright?" He nods.
He seems different today, it's strange, last time he was a complete jerk. Toady he seems scared of the air he breathes. Apparently Liam is confused too. He walks over to me and leans against my shoulder to whisper something.
"So, this is the lad you were terrified of last week? I'm not buying it."
Me either, if I'm honest.
"Oh, hi." His voice sounds lighter,more child like. Last week it was rough and deep. "S'rry, I just wanted to say, Ahem I know we don't know each other very well. Or, at all. But, I just want you to know that I am going to try my best to be good to you. For you, with you. Whichever, actually makes sense. "
"Uhm, thanks, I will do the same ." He seems relieved by my answer.
He leans forward a bit, and I lean forward too. Almost hypnotically.
"Can I ask you something?"I blink, it's not like I expected a kiss or something. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
"Yes?" I hope I sound encouraging, not annoyed.
His eyebrows furrow.
"Do I look stupid?"
This is the first time I've looked at what he's wearing. He is in a dark colored suit with gold swirls on it. He looks beautiful, quite princely.
"No, you look amazing Harry. You look like a prince." Harry beams at that.
And OMG his dimples! He has dimples! My future husband has dimples!
Liam pipes up then. "A prince you'll be seeing in five minutes." I roll my eyes, he just had to interrupt us.
Us? Whatever.
I turn back to Harry with my best smile and he suddenly, looks nervous as he speaks.
"One more thing, I prefer to be called Harold. If that's ok with you. Imeanyoucancallmewhateverb-""Okay, ok." I interrupt his rambling with a smile."If you want to be called Harold, I will call you that. It's ok alright?"
He smiles, unsurely."Yeah?"
"Yeh, now go I'll see you in five."
"K, erm bye. " Liam closes the door behind him.
"Welllllll, he was something." Liam pulls his jacket on, walking over to try and touch up my hair.
"Yeah, he was." Something. Totally different from the last time. Or something like that. Maybe it was just nerves, or he was stressed out. It was a whole week ago. This is normal. Right?
. .
The ceremony went uneventfully. Harold dropped me off at home, something about having to run to work. Our house is huge, we've got an entire mansion. Harold, cooked me dinner before he left. He's an incredible chef. He blushed when I told him so.
Shrugging me off saying 'it's just pasta and chicken Louis.'
He's so modest, or maybe I miss good home cooking. Mum kinda got tired of taking care of me. Work an' all.
I'm currently in our bedroom, I haven't looked around much. But, before Harold left we decided we have a click and we were both comfortable with sharing a room.
Our room is quite large! There's a king sized bed against the wall and a pull out couch in the far right corner. There is a balcony, that I can see out of from my perch on the bed there are three dressers around the room and two walk in closets.
I hear the door downstairs open and close. So, I run to meet him. I hear him before I can see him."Look, I don't care if we had to switch so you could go to work. It's my day. Yes, I know he's cute. Well, you tried to scared him away. Yeah, whatever you interupted my night with him."
When I hear a slamming sound, I decide to walk down the stairs.
Apparently he slammed his phone down. I mean, obviously, what else could it have been?"You ok babe?" When he looks at me, his right cheek has a giant red blotch on it. It's clear he smacked himself and, simultaneously slammed his phone on the table. That's the only reasonable explanation. What else could have happened?
His eyes. For a second they flash forest green. Then the emerald contacts take over.
"S'rry, I didn't mean to wake you up, love."
I run up to him and hug him. He seems shocked by the show of affection. When he does hug back though, he might be the best hugger ever."You didn't wake me silly." He looks confused so I continue. "I waited up for you."
"Oh, okay." He seems satisfied but, then he shakes his head, confused again. "Why?"
He's not trying to be mean, it's genuine confusion."Well, I know we don't know each other very well. And it's our first night so. . ." I'm unsure of how to finish the sentence. What if he wants things ? He seems nice enough but, we should get to know each other first, right?
Harold, looks quite pale when he answers. "O-oh y-you wanted to do the dirty."
Before I can stop myself I start belly laughing. Surprisingly, it calms him down, the color returns to his face, and he even giggles along with me.
"No, I was going to say that, I just wanted to spend time with you."
"Why didn't you just say that?"
"I was worried you would, want to bang and get upset." I shake my head at my silliness. He furrows his brows, and his nose scrunches in the cutest way before he speaks.
"I would want to, what?" He tilts his head at me.
"Bang, ya know. Bang." I wave my hands around, and jerk my head. These tactics normally imply something dirty. However, this time, my audience is not picking up what I'm putting down. He looks so lost, it's really adorable.
"Does this have, something to do with why you laughed at me earlier?" He asks, sweetly as he tilts his head, again.
"Yes, it does. How can someone use an outdated, cringy term like,'do the dirty,' " I use air quotes, which makes Harold chuckle. "But, not know a slang term like 'bang'."
His cheeks become a brilliant shade of red. "Those are the same?" Instead of answering, I walk up and kiss him on his cheek.
He pulls back slowly and, looks at me with confusion and surprise in his eyes. "What was that for?"
"Being cute." I shrug. He plants a kiss, that narrowly misses my lips, and smiles at me. His dimples astound me. I almost miss his question.
"What's your favorite color?"
I blink at him, tempted to be cheesy and say, 'the color of his eyes.' "Red, yours?"
"Louis blue." He smirks.
"That's not a color."
"Yes, it is! You want me to show you?"
"Some other time, how many siblings do you have?"
"One." He snorts " I'm guessing you have many?"
"Six"
"Gosh, what is your favorite food?""Marmite chicken" Harold sprints to the kitchen to write that down.
The game continues until were both tired. I don't even find it strange to cuddle up next to him in bed. Surprisingly, Harold wants to be the little spoon. I don't mind he's a cutie.
What Louis doesn't see happens after he falls asleep. The emerald eyes switch with forest green. Then, 'Harold', roles Louis over onto the other side of the bed. He also misses the whispering of 'Harold's' inner turmoil.
"Hey, that was comfy!""Tomorrow is my day, I don't want to wake up your little prince charming when I get up."
"Please, don't be mean to him."
"Whatever."
"He could help us!"
"Or, he could lock us up. This is our life! Not a fairytale. A kiss from him won't solve anything."