Extra long chapter, cuz I haven't updated for awhile. (My son has been sick)

..Smut warning..

You're welcome :P

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adulation:(noun)

excessive admiration or praise. "he found it difficult to cope with the adulation of the fans." -synonyms: hero-worship, worship, admiration, admiring, high regard, respect, lionization, lionizing, idolization, idolizing, veneration, awe, devotion, adoration, exaltation, honour, homage, glorification, glory, praise, praising, commendation, flattery, applause; blandishments, compliments, tributes, accolades, plaudits, eulogies, pats on the back; rare laudation, eulogiums, magnification, magnifying. "he is remarkably unspoilt by all the adulation he has received."

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"I found a place so safe, not a single tear, the first time in my life and now it's so clear. Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here, it's so strong and now I let myself be sincere. I wouldn't change a thing about it, this is the best feeling."

Song - Innocence

Artist - Avril Lavigne

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  "You can tie me up in chains, you can throw away the key, but there's no trapped doors I'm not gonna leave. You're the truth I can't explain, you're the only one I see." 

Song - Illusion

Artist - One Direction 

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Harry

We arrived at my house an hour ago.

Joe said she wanted a shower, but she's been in there for a while now and the shower still hasn't turned on.

I'm feeling concerned. 

I worry a lot about her, mostly because she doesn't talk much about the pregnancy or the fact her family are back in Australia. 

Joe's been distant these last few days.

Slowly, and quietly I turn the bathroom door handle, it opens silently. My eyes land on my girlfriend, she stands in front of the mirror, holding onto the sink for support.

It isn't till I notice she's naked and has puffy red eyes, tears stained cheeks. I hurry over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. 

With my chest pressed against her bare back, I ask, "Joe? Baby, what's wrong?" She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip. "Talk to me? What's wr-"

"Do you still love me?"

I furrow my brows at her question, I'm surprised she asked it. "Joe, of course, I do, why-"

"Harry, I'm so broken, my mind is broken, my body is broken. How could anyone love someone who looks like this?" She gestures to her bruises covering her skin and her broken leg. "Look at me!" She screams.

"I am looking at you," I whisper. I move her hair to the side and leave wet, sloppy kisses from her right shoulder across her back and to her left shoulder. I rest my chin gently on her shoulder. "Do you know what I see?" 

She looks at me through the mirror. "A broken pregnant woman?"

"No, I see my amazing, incredibly beautiful pregnant girlfriend," My hands snake around her lower stomach, over her butterfly tattoo. "You look so beautiful Joe, even with these injuries. Let me show you how much I love you," I kiss her neck, gently sucking on her skin.

Joe moans when I find her sweet spot. I move one of my hands down her body massaging her skin. "Harry w-we can't, I-I-" She breathes out.

I pick her up in my arms without hurting her leg or ribs. "You don't have to do anything, trust me, love." 

I carry her into our room and place her carefully onto the bed, "Just lay there and let me make you feel loved," I spread her legs with my knees, making sure her broken one is resting on a pillow. 

Now between her legs, I bring my lips to the cast on her leg and kiss it. "I love every inch of you, Joe." 

She watches as my hands roam her naked body, I continue to kiss her cast. "I love here," I kiss just above the cast. "Here," I kiss both of her inner thighs. "Here," I kiss the H.S tattoo. "And here," I kiss her belly button and Butterfly tattoo then the bandage around her ribs.

"Daddy loves you two as well," I speak against her stomach, planting a few quick kisses on her small baby bump.

"Harry," She chuckles, pushing her head into the pillow. "B-be careful,"

I drag my lips across her stomach until I come to a bruise on her left breast, I gently kiss the purple skin before sucking her nipple. I do the same to her other breast. "You're a delicate flower baby girl, trust me and you lay here and relax." 

My lips continue to assault her body while her hands lift my shirt over my head, and then she fumbles with my boxers they join my shirt on the floor, leaving me naked obove her.

I didn't plan on making love to her, I only planned to make her feel loved but I think I changed my mind. I can't help it, she's so fucking beautiful. 

And naked beneath you, my subconscious tells me.

Fuck me. 

I can't make love to her when she's hurt like this.   

So, I support my body with my elbows, "Joe get dressed, I'm taking you out."

Her lips part and eyebrows knit together, I can see the disappointment on her face. 

I attempt to climb off her but Joe hooks her arms around my neck and pulls me into a kiss. "Joe, you're right, we-"

"Please make me feel loved,"

"I don't have to have sex with you in order to do that babe, you should already feel loved." I lean down and press my lips to hers. A groan leaves my throat when she glides her hands down my back, scratching my skin with her nails.

She's making it awfully hard for me not to fuck her.

Joe continues to scratch my back until she reaches my butt, it takes me by surprise when she applied pressure and pushes it down almost causing my length to slide into her. 

"Ops, my bad,"

"Fuck, Joe, don't do that." I chuckle upon seeing her cheeks gaining a red tone. "I'm taking you out to dinner, maybe when we get home I'll have some desert yeah?" Her cheeks are rosy pink now.

I climb off her and help her to stand up, "Baby, wear a dress." 

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Joe

I'm grateful Harry told me to wear a dress. I chose a long red one, which is loose so it hides my cast. 

I didn't ask him where we were going.

But I soon found out when we pulled up outside one of his Restaurant's.

"Joe, there's lots of paps," Harry told me as he got out of the car and instantly flashes from camera's lit up the area. He opened my door and handed me my crutches saying, "Don't answer any of their questions, stay with me."

Doing as he had instructed, I held onto his arm with one hand while I used a crutch with my other. The second I came into view, paps were on me. 

Some asked about my pregnancy, (I don't even know how they found out!) while others bombarded Harry. One question caught me off guard though. 

"Harry! Are you going to settle down with this one? or will she turn out like your last one?" 

I tensed at that question because I don't really know much about Harry's ex's, we haven't spoken about it before. The question made me think though, his last one? What happened between them?

Harry didn't seem to care about the question, he continued walking until we were safely in the restaurant. We were then shown our table. And it was beautiful, the table stood in the middle of the busy restaurant, chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the tables had red tablecloths over them and the chairs were white. 

Being the gentleman Harry is, he pulled my chair out for me and pushed me in once I was comfortable. 

I ordered some weird ass French dish which I have no fucking idea how to even spell or say it, but Harry being Harry, could pronounce it easily. "Jambon de Pâques, babe."

"Whatever," I frowned, earning a laugh from him. 

Thirty minutes later I was full, Harry had polished his dish off as well. 

"Are we gonna go soon?" I yawned. "I'm getting tired,"

"Mhm, just one thing," He hummed and waved to one of the waiters who gave him a quick nod.

Suddenly the lights in the Chandeliers above our heads dimmed, and some people started playing violins on a stage on the far right.

My lips parted and eyes widened when I saw a waiter come over with a plate, and set it down in front of me. I felt every other customers eyes on us, watching as the scene unfolded.

My own eyes landed on the black ring box which sat surrounded by red and white rose petals in the middle of the silverplated dish. 

Harry got off his chair and with a goofy smile spreading on his face, he knelt on one knee beside me.

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a/n

Sorry for errors....

but

Wedding bells?