The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.


33. Wedding Day 2 (13+)

As I walked down the white carpet, I only looked at Harry and nobody else. He was wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a black velvet bowtie. He was smiling and his dimples were playing hide and seek on his cheeks. He didn’t look nervous at all, something which bugged me a little, since my legs were shaking so badly that I could barely walk. But our eyes were locked the whole time and it was as if I could hear him whispering in my ear, Don’t panic, beautiful, pretend it’s only you and me … Liam kissed my hand before he gave me away to Harry and then he stood on his left side along with the rest of the boys. I took a deep breath and the Minister started the ceremony.

When it was time for the vows, the Minister said, ‘Repeat after me.’

Harry nodded. His brow was furrowed and he was so serious when he said, ‘I Harold Edward take you Elizabeth Anne to be my wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish. Till death do us part.’ When he slipped the ring on my finger, he was cheekily grinning.


At the reception, we first cut the cake and then slow danced to Little Things. When the song ended, Harry and I sat at the table with the best men and the bridesmaids. Harry sat on a chair and I sat on his lap. Sophie was desperately trying to flirt with Niall but the Irish one was too busy eating his cake to pay any attention to her, Mina was texting, probably her boyfriend, and Liam was talking with Zayn. Liam looks alarmingly okay with everything, I thought. Louis and Eleanor were the only ones dancing on the dance floor. Everyone else was eating now. When I looked at Harry again, I saw that he was staring down my corset and he was rubbing my thigh a little too roughly.

‘Baby,’ I told him, running a hand through his hair.

‘Yeah?’ Harry said, not lifting his eyes up.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked, smiling.

‘Enjoying the view, beautiful,’ he replied, licking his lips.

I got his face in my hands, lifting his head up. ‘My face’s up here, baby,’ I told him, looking into his eyes.

‘I love your face,’ Harry said, kissing my lips. ‘But I also love them, too,’ he added and quickly kissed my breasts before I could stop him. ‘I wouldn’t want them or any other part of you for that matter to feel left out,’ he finished, grinning.

I honestly couldn’t stop smiling. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed his one dimple, then the other and then his mouth, over and over.

‘Ookay, I’ve just lost my appetite,’ Sophie said, pushing her plate aside.

‘I feel like I’m watching the uncensored version of this wedding,’ Zayn said, chuckling, while Niall, who was sitting next to him, was looking at us blinking and with his mouth hanging open.

‘Feed me cake,’ Harry ordered, sticking his lower lip out.

I smiled, got some cake with my hand and rubbed it all over his mouth and chin. ‘Here you go,’ I said, giggling.

‘I’ll have to punish you now,’ Harry said, slapping my butt, and then he relentlessly tickled me everywhere.

‘NO. Stop it!’ I cried, laughing. ‘I’ll clean you up,’ I told him, putting my hands on his neck. I rubbed my thumbs under his jaw while I slowly ate the cake off his face. His hand was resting on my thighs and I could feel his boner against my hip.

‘I think I’ll vomit,’ Sophie said with a look of disgust on her face.

‘Do they even know we’re here?’ Zayn asked, uneasily looking around. Liam pulled his chair back, got up and walked away. When I noticed, I made to get up too and follow him but Harry didn’t let me.

‘He’ll only get over this when you let him go,’ Harry told me and I nodded. I watched Liam walking out of the room. Then, Harry said, ‘Can you please go bring me my phone, love? I left it in my hotel room.’

‘Okay.’ I gave him a quick peck on the lips and went upstairs.


In the hotel room, I searched for Harry’s phone but I couldn’t find it anywhere. When I heard the door lock, I turned round.

‘Hello, beautiful,’ Harry said with a dangerous grin playing on his lips. He dug his hands in his trousers’ pockets and moved closer.

‘You scared me,’ I told him, smiling. ‘I looked everywhere but I couldn’t find your phone.’

‘That’s because I have it right here,’ he said. He took his phone out of his pocket and put it back in. I looked at him confused. ‘I wanted to get you all to myself for a while,’ he simply said, shrugging.

‘Harry, 200 guests are waiting for us downstairs,’ I scolded but he shrugged again and covered the distance between us with a long stride. He lifted my dress up, sneaked his hand underneath and slipped it between my thighs. I gasped. It was cold. He slid his hand up, looking deep into my eyes, and when his fingers touched my lacy underwear, I felt as if I had no strength left in me at all. My cheeks flushed and my knees went weak.

‘I love the way I make you blush,’ he smiled, slipping the underwear down my legs. I was breathing hard and I couldn’t speak. I fell on the bed and Harry fell on top of me. He kissed me tenderly, his tongue finding its way to mine, while he pulled the wedding dress over my hips. Impatiently, he pulled his trousers and boxers down. His body tensed when he pushed himself inside of me and I bit my lip, arching my back. ‘You’re all I want, Bess,’ he breathed against my mouth. ‘You’re all I’ll ever want.’

‘Harry…’ I sighed and he kissed me again, rocking into me harder. When he pressed inside me one last time, he quivered above me and let out a loud, throaty moan. Then, he rolled on his back, beside me. When his breathing slowed, I went on my knees and I straddled his hips.

Harry looked at me wide eyed and blinking. ‘What!? Again!? Right now!?’ he asked, surprised.

‘Aw, aren’t you strong enough yet, baby?’ I asked, teasing him. He looked both hurt and offended. Boys and their pride, I thought, but from what I felt between my legs, he was strong enough. I shut my eyes and squealed when he grabbed my waist and threw me against the mattress.

He positioned himself above me and said, ‘I can’t get enough of you, you know that?’

I peered up at him. He was looking at me with his intent green eyes.

‘I want you,’ I simply told him and he leaned in, driving himself inside me again.


The next chapter will be the honeymoon and the one after that will probably be the last one! I have an idea for a sequel but I'm not sure yet. Let me know what you think. :) xx

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