Rock Me


16. You're The Queen

Through The Dark- One Direction

House Of Gold- 21 Pilots

Harry's POV

"I'm pretty sure it's spelled with one E," I say. Olivia and I sit in the hotel's private hot tub, not a care in the world. She's sitting between my legs, her head resting on my bare chest, our hands intertwined.

"No, Harold," she says sternly, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Yes, Olivia Jane," I tease. "Its spelled with two E's, and you know it. You're choosing to be difficult and I can tell because I've learned when you choose to be childish."

"But its clearly spelled with one E. That's how my mom spelled it," she says. "Look it up, Styles."

"The word fiancée is spelled with two E's. You look it up. I'm done with this conversation," I laugh, resting my chin on her precious head.

I lift her left hand up to my eye level and smile. The diamond ring fits her finger perfectly, and I love the meaning of it; that in a few months, I can call her mine.

"Mrs. Styles," I say contently. "Olivia Jane Styles."

"Harry Styles," she says. "Harold Edward Styles."

I laugh at her airy attitude, knowing its one of the many qualities that made me fall in love with her.

"You know... we never have actually talked about it," she says.

"Talked about what, baby?" I ask, closing my eyes and pressing my lips to her wet hair.

"How we fell in love," she says, making my eyes snap open. She literally just read my mind.

"Yeah?" I say, wondering what there is to talk about. "What are you thinking about?"

"I just think its so weird how... I was filling in for Lou. And then we... ya know... hooked up on the second night of knowing each other. The next morning I became your girlfriend. We became extremely serious after a week, and then went on tour together. We've known each other for seven months. We're engaged," she says. I hear the disbelief in her voice, but I can't tell if I hear insecurity or not.

I move out from behind her and swim to the front of her. I kneel down in front of her and rest one hand on the small of her back, the other on her belly.

"Don't you dare feel ashamed of how quickly things have gone between us," I say, firm but gentle.

"No, baby, no, that's not what I'm saying," she rushes. "I just can't believe it."

I rake my head for the right words to say. I had to make up a proposal after forgetting everything I had prepared just hours ago, so improvisation is not my strong point at the moment.

"Olivia... you know why it happened so quickly? It happened quickly because it didn't take us long to realize we were meant for one another. I knew from the moment you agreed to take a stroll with me in New York at midnight while I was dressed in a onesie that you were the one for me. Because no girl I've ever been with would be willing to do that. Or the time you laughed when I tripped over my shoe laces-"

"You mean every time?" she giggles.

"Yes, baby, yes," I laugh, nodding my head, overjoyed that she's getting my point. "You are literally perfect for me in every single way possible because you're not too serious, you have my same dry, British humor even though you're American or Australian or some weird little hybrid of the two, you enjoy life and you go with it. You don't question anything except me, and I love that. I love that you challenge me in the most adorable way possible and when I'm upset and I've got my head all over the place, either your smile cheers me up, or you ride past with Niall on a Segway and I laugh until I forget what I was worried about. You're all I think about, Olivia Jane Tigges, and I can not wait to make you my wife, because no matter how long the length of our relationship, I will never want anything more." 

Her face shows an unknown emotion. Her eyes are quizzical but her mouth is happy. Her dimples aren't popping, though, and her teeth are hidden by her tempting lips.

I can almost see a light turn on in that pretty little head of hers and her face lights up.

"Oh my god, I love you," she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and crashing her lips against mine.

We make out for a solid ten minutes at the least, but its so full of passion and lust and pure love, and I love this girl so much. So much, it hurts.

"I still want to wait until the wedding night to have sex again," she sighs, pulling away, completely breathless. I groan, but I know that its what she wants, so I bite back my protests.

"Whatever makes you happy makes me happy, my queen," I say.


Olivia's POV

"I'm tired," I mumble. The swaying of Harry's gentle tread is soothing and its lulling me to sleep.

"Stay awake, baby. You still need to shower and put on your jammies," Harry says quietly. I smile lazily at his use of the word jammies.

After messing around in the hot tub and pool for hours, I began getting tired. When we settled down in the hot tub, I fell asleep laying on Harry's chest and that was his cue to be the protective fiancé he is and carry me upstairs.

I hear the elevator ding and he steps out onto the Hilton Honors Floor.

"I'm not sure how we're going to do this," he laughs, not wanting to set me down but needing to get into the room. I adjust my position so that my legs are around his waste, my arms are around his neck, and my head rests on his shoulder.

"You're like a koala," he laughs as he opens the door.

As soon as we enter the room, I nearly pass out from exhaust. I'm so tired that Harry has to practically bathe me, not that I'm complaining, and dress me, then tuck me in.

When he lays down in the bed beside me, I snuggle into his warmth and he kisses my forehead.

"Can we watch The Fosters? Please?" I say, pouting my lip. He laughs at my childish side and flips the channel to ABC, where luckily enough, The Fosters is rerunning the episode when Steph gets shot at Jesus and Mariana's biological mom's house. I can tell Harry has no clue what the hell is going on, but he doesn't watch The Fosters.

"Why were they in the house to begin with?" he questions.

"I am not about to explain all this to you. But I ordered the season on DVD, so we can watch it when we get home."

"Mmm, home," he hums. "I love how you call it home."

"Why wouldn't I?" I ask.

"Because earlier tonight-" he peeks at the alarm clock. "Or... last night... you explained it as 'Harry's Penthouse.'"

"That's because we weren't engaged when dad asked about it," I laugh.

"Well its been under both of our names the entire time, love," he says.

"Oh," I yawn. "Hey, guess what?"

"Yeah?" he asks.

"We're getting married!" I squeal, making his face light up.

'I'm so happy for us," he teases, his smile just as bright as if he was winning a VMA or a Brit.

"I want it to be on April 30th. It'll be considered spring, but there could still be snow. It will still be cold in London, too, so we can have it at the same Abbey as William and Kate, just like I've always dreamed of," I continue.

"That sounds perfect. We could have hundreds of guests, then, so both our families and all our friends, both celebrity and non-celebrity can be there," he says.

"We'll need to call tomorrow to reserve our spot. They only allow six months in advanced reservations, so we'll need to be quick," I say, making a note in my iPhone.

Harry lays back while I add the Abbey's number to my phone. I'm sitting up, bent over my phone, and his hand is rubbing circles on the small of my back.

"Whatever makes you happy. You're the queen," he says.




(A bit of a short chapter... its sort of a filler, just so you guys have another update. I'm working on the next one, because its gonna be quite dramatic and I know you all will love it! The update should be up tomorrow night or Thursday night. If not, there will be a tripple update on Friday to reward you lovelies for your patience and to apologize for my lack of speed-writing! I can't wait to start planning the wedding! If you have any ideas, please please please tell me! I would appreciate it soooooo much! I love you all and be sure to keep an eye out for the next update!)



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