Rock Me


23. Honey, its our honeymoon.

Olivia's POV

"Call me the minute you get there and the minute you get back home," Eleanor says as we bid goodbye to family members.

"I will," I laugh, my body about ready to collapse.

Our flight out of Heathrow is in an hour and we're still at the wedding reception. A lot of people remain inside, but our little 'family' came out with us to load the car and say personal goodbyes. I changed into a T-Shirt that Eleanor and Louis got for me that says 'Just Married: The Misses' and pajama pants, and Harry wears his matching 'Just Married: The Mister' shirt and sweatpants.

"He still hasn't told you where you're going?" she asks, her hands resting lightly on my elbows.

"No," I sigh, glancing at Harry behind Eleanor, who is wrapped in his mother's embrace.

"Well I expect detailed details once you can get to your phone," she says, winking. I look at her with confusion before realizing why she winked.

"El!" I laugh, shaking my head at her naughty thoughts. She pulls me into a hug once we're both done laughing.

"I love you, boo," she sniffs.

"I'll only be gone for two weeks," I laugh.

"I know! Its just... gonna be weird without you two," she sniffs again. Before I can reply, all the girls are around us in one huge group hug, and then the guys are joining us. I'm in the middle of a mass hug, and I feel like bursting into tears. I'll miss them a lot, yes. But I want to cry because I never thought I would have a true chance at a real family, and this is perfect. This little family, and then Harry's family... I'm never going to go without love again.

"I love you guys," I say, choking on a sob.

They all come in tighter, practically knocking the air out of me.

"Ladies, gents, please... don't break my wife," Harry laughs, and our cozy hug disperses.

"Alright," El says. "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Yeah," I smile, and she's replaced with Niall.

"Thank you for that incredible honor," he smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Thank you for agreeing to do it," I whisper.

Yes, Robin gave me away. So inevitably, he should have been my partner for my father-daughter dance. But I asked Niall to do that, since he's always there for me. I guess, besides Ry and El and the girls, he's one of my best friends.

"I love you, Liv. Not like... like, Harry love. Like brother love. I love you like a brother. Or a sister. Or-" I cut him off with a peck on the cheek.

"I love you too Niall. Like a brother," I smile.


All of my goodbyes were emotional, especially Taylor's. She was sobbing, thanking me for bringing her here. I never thought any good could come out of Taylor and Liam dating, but they seem pretty in love, and I'm honestly happy for them.

"Olivia," Anne says from behind me.

"Yeah?" I ask, turning around. Her face is tear streaked from her goodbye with Harry.

"I just wanted to thank you so much, love. For everything. For being in Harry's life, for helping him. For joining our family and bringing us all this incredible joy. Thank you, thank you so much," she says, tears falling again. I pull her into a hug and I see Harry standing by the limo, his eyes glossy. He heard Anne's speech, I bet.

"Its all my pleasure," I sniff.

"Send lots of picture, love," she says, wiping away both our tears with a handkerchief.

"I will, don't worry," I laugh.

I join Harry by the car as all our guests pile out of the O2 and stand in a huge group. We get in the car and as we leave, everyone waves. I wave back, of course, but I want to focus on my husband.

"Are you tired?" Harry whispers, pulling me over to him.

"Tired? Babe, that's an understatement. The understatement of the century, actually," I say. He laughs lightly and kisses my head.

"Well you get to relax now. We're on vacation," he says. One of his hands is drawing patterns on my stomach, the other wrapped around my waist.

"Mmmm," I hum at the idea of relaxing. I snuggle into his side and close my eyes. A quick power nap won't hurt, right?

Harry's POV

"Mr. Styles... Mrs. Styles?" our jet pilot Dan laughs. I laugh, too, because the little show Olivia and I are providing is actually quite hilarious.

She fell asleep on the way here, and I couldn't bring myself to waking her. She looked so peaceful and she's been so stressed. When I lifted her out of the car, she woke up...

"Mm," she whines as her eyelids flutter open.

"Sorry, baby, sorry. But we're at the airport.

She climbs out of the car, her eyes still closed. She sedately throws her arms around my neck and her head collides with my chest.

I laugh as she nearly falls back asleep.

"Up," I say. I wrap my arms around her waist and she jumps up, her legs wrapping around my mid-section.

My hands jump down to below her thighs and Paul grabs the luggage out of the trunk.

What had I said the last time she did this? Oh, she's like a koala.

She did this the night we got engaged, and she's done it several times since.

"Will you carry the suitcases, Paul?" I ask.

"Yeah, mate," he laughs, ruffling the hair on Olivia's head. Luckily, its pulled into a ponytail, so it didn't make too much of a mess. She would have had a fit. Not because she's a brat that cares about her appearance, but because she's completely unpredictable in this sedated, emotional state she's in.


"Congratulations, Mr. Styles," the pilot smiles as he finishes with his light laughter.

"Thank you, sir," I smile as I step onto the plane. When I look back out, Paul has personally loaded out luggage into the cargo and he's handed our carry-on's to the stewardess. He nods with a smile and I salute him before the door flies up and closes.

I lay Olivia on the bed- yes, the private jet has beds in the back room. Small, but convenient- and kiss her head as before laying down beside her and pulling the blankets over us.

"Good night, Mrs. Styles," I whisper, and right as I'm nodding off, she whispers, "Goodnight, Mr. Styles."


(Okay, first off, the section in italics is the flashback of when they got out of the limo. Also, yes, I know its a short a chapter. But I wanted to get the chapter up tonight and I have to go running now. I'm training for a marathon and that's why I've been so busy. I love you all and I strongly encourage you to go listen to "Word Up" by Little Mix. Ya'll, its GREAT. It's my workout song. Love you xxoo.)





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