Trouble in Paradise ~ Book 2 ~ Completed!

It’s been a year since Harry and Bess got married and their beautiful baby girl, Emma, was born. Bess works for the boys’ management now and the three of them are together always. When Harry suddenly starts being all distant and moody though, Bess doesn’t know what to think. But the real problems between her and Harry begin when she gets closer to one other member of the band. ~ Sequel to The Rebound Girl ~


12. Love, Actually

Harry was sitting on the carpet with Emma between his legs. They were surrounded by tons of Christmas ornaments. They were picking the ones they liked best to put on the tree.

‘Do you like this one, baby girl?’ Harry asked, holding a round red one with golden angels on it.

Emma’s big emerald eyes, she had her daddy’s eyes, sparkled with excitement. She gasped, turning her mouth into an O, and grabbed the ornament with her tiny hands. ‘Pretty,’ she breathed, approving. Harry smiled at her before she handed it to me and I put it on the tree. Then, he got up, picked Emma up, held her with one arm and put his other around my waist.

‘I think we’ve decorated our Christmas tree,’ Harry said, brushing his lips against my temple. I smiled, placing my hand on his stomach. Emma yawned big, rubbing her eyes with little fists. ‘I’ll go put her to bed and then I’ll take a bath. Join me?’ he asked.

‘You want me to rub your back?’ I asked and he nodded, grinning, before he kissed my mouth, catching my lower lip between his teeth and slowly letting it slide out. My eyes closed and I let out a little moan. He was such an amazing kisser. Then, he walked to Emma’s bedroom.

I took a deep breath, stretching my arms. It had been a long day today. We flew back to the UK from Switzerland this morning, went to get Emma from my mom’s and came back to our flat only an hour ago. It was nearly 9 pm now and all 3 of us were exhausted. But it would be Christmas soon and so we wanted to decorate the tree before going to bed.

There was a knock on the door and I went to open. It was Zayn. I was surprised but before I could say anything, he placed his forefinger over his mouth, hushing me.

‘Who is it, beautiful?’ Harry called from the bathroom.

‘Tell him it’s Carol Singers,’ Zayn whispered and I looked at him, puzzled.

I hesitated before I lied to Harry. ‘It’s Carol Singers,’ I replied and he closed the bathroom door. I folded my arms and stared at Zayn, waiting to see what this little visit of his was all about.

‘Oscar Wilde wrote that the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it,’ Zayn said, looking into my eyes. ‘There’s something that I need to get out of my system before things can go back to the way they were between me and Perrie, me and Harry, and ... me and you.’ My hands dropped to my sides and my body became rigid. I had a hunch what he had in mind. He went on, revising the story so far, ‘I think you know that I found you attractive from the beginning but never made any move on you because Liam dated you and then Harry fell in love with you.’

‘I know,’ I said softly.

‘Will you let me kiss you then so I can get over all this?’ Zayn asked and when I nodded, he covered the distance that was separating us. He put his hands on my hips and it felt strange because it was Zayn. He looked at my mouth, breathing fast, I was too, and licked his lower lip before he crashed his lips to mine, forcefully kissing me. I responded to his kiss but without any passion or emotion because all I could think about was Harry. My mind was full of Harry. When he pulled away, he said, caressing my face, ‘Enough now.’

‘You should go now,’ I told him and he chuckled. He put his hands in his black leather jackets’ pockets and walked away. I watched him until he was out of sight before I closed the front door and walked to the bedroom.

Harry was under the covers and I was sure he was naked. I climbed on the bed, lifted the duvet up and looked underneath. Yep, I was right. He was naked.

‘You’re such a pervert,’ I told him, joking and he wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me against his chest. It was warm, strong and smelt of shower jell. I put my arm around his stomach, getting comfortable against him. He was watching Love Actually. He loved that film and I did too. We watched it every night of the Christmas holidays.

‘You didn’t join me in the shower,’ Harry said, nuzzling his nose in my hair, and he kissed it. I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to lie to him again, so, I said nothing. ‘I was thinking,’ he began after a while. ‘Maybe we could have a Christmas Party at the flat? Maybe on Christmas Eve?’

I lifted my head up and he looked down. Our eyes met. ‘That’s a lovely idea,’ I said.

‘Yeah?’ he asked, half smiling. I nodded, reassuring him, and he went on, ‘I think it’ll be nice to spend Christmas Eve with the boys and their girls. They’re like family.’

I turned my eyes on the telly. ‘Yeah, that would be nice,’ I agreed, pushing tonight’s kiss with Zayn at the back of my mind. We watched the rest of the film in silence and when it ended, we fell asleep, holding on to each other tight.


The whole of this chapter is inspired by Love Actually because I simply love that movie and if I'm not mistaken it's a certain Harry Styles' favorite film too (yay)! Let me know what you thought of the chapter? Marlboro :) xx

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