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The Way

Things Could Have Been Different

Lexi's Pov

A few days had passed. We had been keeping ourselves busy, but through nearly all of it, I couldn't shake one thing. And I didn't feel right keeping it from Harry, but I didn't want to get into now, but it was consuming me. Aside from when Harry and I were having sex, I'd think about it. Lose myself in the possibilities of what could have happened.

"Harry?" I asked as we laid out on the beach under the warm tropical sun.

"Yeah?"

"Did Niall ever talk to you?" Though I hadn't spoken any details to what, I knew Harry would know what I was talking about had Niall talked to him about it.

"About what?" Maybe Niall never did talk to Harry. I bit my lip unsure If now was really when I wanted to do it. I sat up, pulling my legs to my chest.

"About that first night, not the bar, but at mine and Eleanor's place. That night we made taco for everyone and then watched Monster Inc."

"How he liked you?" I let out a massive sigh of relief. "So he told you?"

"Yeah at the wedding of all places."

"Wait, you're not second guessing, are you?" He shot up from the towel his eyes searching in mine for the answer.

"No, not at all, I really love you. It was just a shock and I don't it's weird to think something could have happened with him." I laid back down.

"Really Lexi? Are you sure you're not second guessing us?"

"No, I mean, he's the older brother I never had. I don't know, haven't you ever thought about things if they were different? Like what if that night at the bar, you didn't spend time with me you met some girl and went home with her? You can't tell me you don't think things could have been different?"

"I mean I don't know."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy right now, and I'm so happy things aren't different, but like they could have been, you know?"

"I guess I understand." He said after a few moments of silence. I grabbed his arm pulling him down to me so I could snuggle next to him. He burried his face into my hair, close to my head. I could feel a smile form on his lips as pressed a kiss to my scalp. I fell asleep like that. Intertwined in my lover and husbands arms, safe from the world, safe from everything.

~~~

I inhaled sharply stretching out my arms violently.

"What time is it?" I was in the bed Harry and I spent most nights not sleeping.

"It's nearly six in the afternoon." Harry came sitting next to me, taking a piece of my hair and moving it out of my face, he smiled down at me.

"Hey, you're not upset are you, about me saying I've thought of ways our life could have ended up different?"

"No, I understand. So much could be different. I too am glad they aren't. I'm happy with you. I've never been happier." He caressed my cheek with his hand, I leaned into it. After we had our moment he asked if I was hungry, which I was.

"But I don't want us to make anything."

"We could go out for the night?"

"Won't people see you and then make everything bad?"

"That won't do then, we'll just get some delivery or whatever."

"And by delivery you just mean having the boat guy pick us up something." He smiled.

"What would you like?" He grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

"How about..." I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't know what I could choose from. "Fried chicken." I laughed.

"We have access to gourmet food, and my wife would like fried chicken! Famous recipe, or KFC?" He asked after making fun of my choice.

"Famous recipe." I smiled, he was only making fun of me because he knew he liked it every once and a while too. He had to have been just as tired as I was of cooking our own food. He called apologizing every few times, because he felt bad we were asking the boat guy to come back.

Not only that, but the more traffic we had going from the main land here meant more attention or whatever, and what if people find the place, and then we'd be invaded and then I'd cry. I kept all this too myself, knowing that Harry would have thought of this before we left. I hoped he had taken care of, that he had some back up plan if that were to happen.

We stayed laying in the bed until we heard the boat get closer. Then we waited out at the end of the dock. Money was traded for the food, and we walked away quickly. We were both glad the boat guy hadn't noticed it was Harry Styles and his new wife on their honey moon. After we had gone inside, and the boat guy left, we decided to have a picnic out at the end of the dock. I grabbed a blanket for us to sit on, while Harry pulled together some fancy plates and sparkling grape juice. We walked back out hand in hand while the sun began to go down. The sky had turned at lovely salmon, and tangerine color.

"To us." Harry smiled cheekily at me with his champagne glass held out in front of him.

"To us." I shook my head and giggled. Then we took a drink of our juice. Harry prayed and then we ate.

"Good choice on the chicken." He said after swallowing a bite of the fried food.

"Everyone deserves a bit of fried chicken every once in a while." He laughed and then agreed.

"This vacation has been so amazing, thank you." I set my food down half finished.

"It really has. I'm here with you celebrating us, and we're having sex and we're alone. Though I do think I miss the boys a bit." I laughed, course he missed the boys, after you see someone everyday, it's weird not to see them.

"Me too, but I'm glad to be alone as well. How'd you manage that?"

"Don't worry about it, we here together, alone, with no one else." His smile was enticing, making me not care how he had done. He had gotten them all to stay away for the duration of the trip and I couldn't be happier.

"Where are we anyway?" I asked for the first time since leaving.

"We're on an island. In the middle of the ocean." His cheeky smile came back.

"Well, duh. What country are we in?" I asked, my voice going slightly whiny.

"Well," He began, doing his best impression of me. "I believe America, Florida to be more specific, is the closest larger land mass." Is that close specific enough."

"Yes." I nodded. "Thank you." I moved my body closer to his so I could lean against him. The sun had long since gone down, the stars lighting up the sky. I looked up and watched them.
I don't remember falling asleep, and I don't remember being carried back to the house. I don't remember cuddling up next to Harry after all the food things were taken care of on the dock. I don't remember putting my hair up so I wouldn't wake up too hot. But somehow, I'd woken up in the same clothes as the night before, hair up, next to a shirtless and snoring Harry.

The sun wasn't up yet, so the room was still dark. And honestly I didn't know if it was morning yet. There was one clock in the whole beach house and it hung on the wall in the library across from the sitting room.

I laid in the bed arguing with myself, over whether or not I should get up, see what time it was. I though maybe I could wake Harry and we could watch the sun rise, but I didn't know what time it was so, Harry could have just fallen asleep. I waited, counting Harry's breath, trying to fall back asleep. He had a firm grip around me, not that it wouldn't take much for me to wiggle out. When my mind wouldn't let me be, I wiggled from his hold, moving so silently and carefully there was no way he'd wake from the movement. Then I glided out of the room without a sound.
I came to the sliding french doors of the library. I peered in as if I'd been checking to see if anyone was there, I couldn't see the time on the clock. Pushing the door open it made a loud clicking noise and I swear I could have heard Harry make a noise in response. There wasn't any particular reason why I didn't want to wake Harry other then the fact that he could have just fallen asleep, and I don't know if he had taken a nap in the middle of the day like I had.

After waiting a moment to see if I'd woken Harry, I opened the one side of the door. Stepping in the room was even more dark, only the light from the moon shinning in through the windows. I found the clock and saw it was only a quarter past two. Too early to get up to see the sun rise and yet I didn't feel tired.

I looked at the books on the shelves. Not seeing anything that I liked I pulled a random book off a shelf I couldn't see. I took it to the sitting room and sat in the big fluffy chair near a lamp. I was glad to turn the lamp on and see not only had the lamp not been extremely bright, but the book I had chosen was on of my favorites. Still to this day, though I'd read it for the first time nearly ten years ago. I quickly opened it and began reading the small words of the acknowledgements.

I read until my eyes couldn't make out what each word was supposed to be. Finally just shutting my eyes and falling bcak asleep right there in the chair, with my legs curled up ito me and my head resting on the arm rest. I could have chosen a better place to let slumber take over, but I couldn't motivate my body ebough to move. I was comfortable. I reached to turn the light off, the switch just barely in reach, and it was dark again. I closed my eyes and slept.

Notes

Another fun chapter to write, thanks for reading!!!

xxxxxSara

Comments

@Javairia_Directioner

yes!

can u upload the third one on this website?
@Sherlolly Tomlinson

idk, I think I know how to phase it out, maybe, kind of, idk....
@s-a-r-a-no-h
I see...obviously I didn't read close enough :)