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FUTURE
(Ten Years Later)

"Go make some friends."

Those are the encouraging words spoken by Harry Styles to his son. Words that he soon came to awfully regret.

Harry has one hand on his hip, the other removes the hair clip keeping the front longer strands of his hair at bay just so he can run his fingers through the grey streaks, shoulders lifting and dropping as he sighs out loud. With easy twists and moves of his fingers, the clip returns to his head, more properly secured this time.

"You're doing great," his wife, Esrin whispers to him, keeping a smile on her face as she hooks her hand around her husband's waist. They stand side by side, outside the door to a home that was not theirs, watching the innocent interaction between two excited little boys, clutching each other in an energised hug inside of the home. Despite Esrin's encouraging words to her husband, he does not dare to believe her one bit.

"Stop glaring at the innocent child," she grits through her teeth, talking through the sunshine smile she wears because there are eyes on them. "Innocent? That little gremlin is the one that suggested this little sleepover in the first place!" Harry whisper-shouts with zero attempts to conceal their conversation as she did.

When Harry's son approached his parents about sleeping over at his best friend's house, his immediate answer was 'no.'

Overprotective was an understatement when it came to Harry being a father, which by far was his favourite thing to be. So generally, his wife took the role of being the cool yet logical mom that she completely excels, if anyone must know.

With her persuasive tactics, which definitely involved some begging on her knees, Harry gave in, reluctant at best but he did. And how can he regret his decision when his son beamed with such joy as if his father hung the very sun that wakes him every morning? God, he loves being a father.

Esrin nudges his arm as if to silently tell him to behave, so quickly that no one would have noticed if their eyes weren't on them. "This is Ver's friend!" She reasons with Harry, never removing her love filled eyes from the heart wrenching moment between her five year old son and his best friend. They had been friends since the age of two, together at kindergarten.

Haverie.

Ver is such an energised bubble of curiosity wrapped into a five year old's little body. He was the perfect mixture of them both. His skin tone was the perfect blend of Harry's cool tone and Esrin's warm tone. He had his father's curls, reminding Esrin so much of the boy she grew up with but he also had her dark hair colour. The curls that were currently tamed at the top of his head by a smaller replica of the clip Harry has.

When it came to picking the names, all Harry wanted was it beginning with the letter 'H' for his name and ending with 'E' for Esrin's name or vice versa. Albeit, that didn't give her many options but before she went into labour, they both created the name they adored entirely.

They swear that they are not being biased just because they created him but Haverie Styles had to be the sweetest, most precious little boy known, there was no doubt about it. God, it's baffling that he's already five, how the time seems to dash on past them and he's growing just as fast.

Being parents was sweet chaos, flooded with so many responsibilities that changed their life in many ways but it creates such an unfiltered love that nothing else can match. The little family they created was the most treasured thing to them both. Once you've been given a taste of the force of pure love, you will do just about anything with zero hesitation to fight for it.

"I don't know about this, Rin," Harry is warily looking down at his wife, nervousness bubbling within him. "What if he gets hurt? Or misses us? Or want to come home? Or I don't know..." his hushed voice was enough for her ears only along with the display of his vulnerability. "He'll be fine, his parents have our numbers and we've been with them on playdates, remember?" She recalled, reminding him of the reasons they trust Mallory and Sedric with Ver.

Just then, both parents choose the lovely timing to walk towards the door where Esrin and Harry stand. They already had been greeted and offered to come in for a cup of tea but politely, they declined.

"He's in good hands, I promise. It's always amazing to see how well the boys get along together!" Mallory's smile is beaming across her face, like rays of the sun that she physically symbolises with her skin tone complementing well with the head of blonde waves and beautiful sky blue friendly eyes.

"Oh, we know that. Just call us if you need anything, yeah? And we'll pick him up around ten tomorrow?" Esrin confirms what was already arranged and the nodding of both of their heads just does it. Her dark whiskey eyes edged with lines from all the laughter and smiles she continued to spread in her lifetime, flickered to her son.

"Come here, Ver," Esrin beckons the little boy, readying to leave and finally commence the sleepover he had been so excited for. The head full of soft brown curls comes running forward, bright eyes sparkling when he hears his mother's voice. He stops abruptly at her feet and she crouches onto her haunches so that they are at eye level.

"Do you promise to be good to them?" she asks with a playfully serious expression on her face. Haverie isn't phased one bit, nodding his head with zero doubts. "Heart promise, Mommy," his chin dips in a promising nod.

Esrin immediately breaks out into a smile, kissing the top of his forehead and wraps her arms around his small being. Ver returns her hug until the sound of his father interrupts them. "Daddy's turn for a hug, come on now," Harry decides, breaking them apart since the little boy makes a sound between a small scream and a squeal, rushing to his father.

Harry always goes for the dramatics of it, preferring to pick him up and go in for an excited swirl into the hug. "You've got our numbers memorised, yeah? You know what to do?" He checks with a pointed look and once more, Ver gives him a trusting nod of his little head.

Haverie runs off to Wilson, his friend, once more. The pairs of parents exchanged goodbye and goodnight greetings once more. They waved them goodbye until the door shuts and breaks the line of sight. Esrin tilts her head, peering up sweetly at her husband with a contented smile. They hadn't moved from in front of that door yet but it's only been a second since it's been closed.

"Let's go home," she softly says, as if that's not exactly what they are about to do but it was needed for her emphasis on what that entails. "Where it's just you and I, alone," she whispers, voice laced with seduction.

Harry inhales sharply, ocean green eyes hazing over, mind overpowered by the dirty thoughts she'd just deliberately planted in his mind. How must he blame her? After all, it's been a long time since they had the entire night to simply be themselves to no end besides the next day's beginning. "Yeah, we should definitely go home," Harry nods his head, slinking his arm around her waist and dragging her back towards their car.

Mindlessly, he brings their interlocked hands to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss over the wedding and engagement rings. God, their wedding. It was absolutely spectacular, putting both of them in a dream state whenever it crossed their mind. Esrin smiles as Harry shuts the car door, left hand on her lap while her right hand fixes the enter diamond piece that always tends to twist to the side.

Getting married was never something that they both had seen for themselves, in the sense that they never felt the need for it. They were already endlessly, unconditionally and devotedly in love with each other and they didn't need the entire nine yards to emphasise or confirm that. So, they decided that it would happen when it felt right when they wanted to do it, when 'Why would I do that?' became 'Why not?'

Harry had proposed after the building of their forever home, in the centre of what would now be the family room. It's been nearly eight years since they've been married.

And ten years since Remi has been gone.

The exact day, Louis died too.

In the moment of it, every speed of movement around Louis and Harry reduced, slowing down. With Louis' hand wrapped around the handle of the gun, index finger proudly pulling the trigger and at the very same time, Harry's hand had shoved forward as the piercing sound crackled through his ears.

No matter how many times Harry tries to overanalyse what occurred that led to the saving of his own life and the stabling of his future, he struggles. The best explanation is that when Harry's body pushed forward slightly to fatally pierce the sharp blade through Louis, it disrupted the aim of the bullet at Harry's chest. Along with that, maybe Louis fucked up at the very last second, Harry's not quite sure but instead of that lethal bullet landing through that valid organ in his chest, it imbedded into the wall behind him.

Louis' body had collapsed to the floor after his body permanently broke down on him and that was the last movement he made, his corpse unmoved on the floor. The shocked expression on his face, the exact point where Louis had realised he failed was frozen and etched onto his face.

The scent of metal wavered to Harry's nose as a large pool of deep crimson blood formed around his body, soaking into the cap that had fallen off his head at some point. Despite the sudden shock that coated the house with a stillness, he was about to rush to the penthouse when he pulled open his front door and recklessly, his mad woman was driving to him, screeching the tires of the red car to a sudden halt in front of his house.

Lennie turned herself in immediately after. She confessed to the killing of Officer Remi Slare. Not long after, she was hauled into jail.

Niall Horan had just lost the love of his life and considering she was snatched away from him, his anger overpowered everything else.

What meets the eye, a single father occupying a home in a wealthy neighbourhood whilst clocking in and out of his doctor job at the hospital wasn't all there was to him. He had connections, the very ones he used to his advantage for the sudden death of Lennon Caslo, Lennie, a month through prison.

The night of Remi's funeral Esrin showed up to Niall and Sunny's home with a bouquet of white tulips shaking between her trembling hands. She was so sorry- sorry would never be sufficient to what she felt for being the reason Remi got killed. Facing the truth, there isn't a word to describe how awful she felt.

Dropping off Haverie wasn't the only thing they did tonight. In fact, it was their second and final stop and now, they were on their home run. Tonight made it ten entire years that Remi Slare had been gone from Esrin and Harry's life. It was absolutely heart shattering to be aware that they had spent years missing Remi for longer than the years they had spent with her on this earth.

It's hard to ever have the group all together in the same place. I mean, they never will completely because the person that held them together was no longer there but life, well, it went on. When they're all together though, it's as if time hadn't passed at all.

Fin and Seth were busy moving into their first home together after sharing an apartment for so many years.

The previous day after the Louis and Lennie thing, which is what they call it, Esrin received a call that Seth was put into the hospital after a violent attack from his boyfriend. Apparently, Seth had been with Louis when Lennie broke the news that Liam was dead and he just...spiralled. As if something had just snapped.

Seth shared that Louis had been off the rails for quite some time and he sensed a storm was coming but he never assumed it would be that. Finley had joined Esrin on the rush to the hospital and when he laid eyes on Seth, something had shifted in that hospital room and sparks flew.

Eddie had mostly stayed with himself and hadn't returned to the world of romantic partners in a while. He'd always been this way, never one for the need of a lover or easy to be caught under the claws of one either but a few years ago, it just unexplainably happened. It was such a refreshing relationship until it became suffocating and eight months later, it left him scared possibly forever.

But for tonight, as every other night on this specific day for the past ten years, they all found themselves together. Their first visit of the night was at Niall's house. Everyone was so bubbly together, it had definitively called for a reunion because too much time had passed yet when they were all in the same place, it was as if no time had gone at all. The reality of why they're really here only settles in when Eddie acquires a sufficient amount of beers for everyone here.

So many emotions were written across Niall's face at that moment while his eyes found interest in the ground and his mind zoned out, choosing to replay his entire lifetime with the love of his life.

Snapping out of it, his shoulders rose in a deep inhale, eyes fluttering shut as he blinked a few times to gather his bearings. Niall licked his lips, eyes scanning the room filled with people who held so much love for him and for the woman he lost all those years ago.

"This one is for Remi," Niall states, lifting the beer bottle into the air. Nearly automatically, all bottles held in the room lifted as well, joining him with that toast and then it lowered, bringing it to their lips for a drink.

Most of the two hours being at Niall's, Sunny was with Ver in her room. They had gotten close despite barely seeing each other, mostly faulting Sunny's great big sister abilities. For all the past few Christmases, Eddie and Fin have been in a raging war about who can buy Ver and Sunny the best Christmas presents. They've actually been keeping a tally of it, adding strokes beside either of their names depending on the chosen winner by the kids.

In the middle of a conversation, with their beers finished and Ver holding onto Harry's hand, ready to get going, Finley's abrupt words had everything pausing. "Wait, who's one is that?" He wondered and only then had everyone noticed the neglected beer left on the table, droplets of water streaking down the cold sides of the glass.

"I bought the exact amount..." Eddie murmurs.

A knowing and reassuring look had flashed across Esrin's face because tonight if they needed any indication that Remi was still there with them, that was it.

After losing Remi, it was so hard to maintain the bond between anyone, really. Adding on top of that, the loss of Louis and Lennie? It's a wonder how she managed to pick herself up again after it all but that's the great thing about being surrounded by people you love and care for.

The void was so nagging that warning signs were blaring through her mind whenever someone would be too friendly or her plans would be filled with spending time with her friends. The person she hadn't pushed away was Harry because she had glued herself to his side, wanting his insides to open her up and hide her from the heartaches.

Besides Finley and Eddie, Julius hadn't allowed her to shut him out completely after, either. His insistence on being such a good friend to her, there for anything she needed was another reason she managed to pull through the other end of the tunnel.

Harry was obviously reluctant to the presence of Julius around but he's aware how convincing Esrin can be and along with Elexity and Gemma? He was absolutely screwed, forced to deal with Julius' playful antics made just to rile him up.

Eventually, though, both men behaved and gathered a common ground of tolerating each other. After meeting Elexity on the night of Esrin and Harry's 26th birthday, Julius was so insanely and maddeningly in love with her, that it's hard to ever get him away from her and their family even to this day.

Esrin loves that she's able to stay close to Julius and even Pierce. Soon after she had learnt the importance and realisation of cherishing her loving relationships instead of pushing them away. She rarely sees Zayn, the last time being when they both ran into each other in Paris while vacationing, Harry had surprised her with a trip during her second trimester.

The beaming of Zayn was something neither Harry nor Esrin may get used to. The four of them, including Zayn and his wife, Caitlyn, had a nice dinner together, planned immediately after the unexpected meeting. Paris was where Zayn resided with his family of four at the time, and just had his second baby. Another thing they learnt that night was the married couple's ability to juggle between a lovely pastry shop and successful branches of accounting firms.

Currently, on their way home, Harry drives past the significant building of Beacon House, his first hotel in his name. In the past decade, Harry has only extended his chain of hotels to two other locations.

PAST
(Two Years Ago)

The only way Harry had gotten Esrin out of the house in the middle of the night whilst their nearly three year old slept peacefully in his temporary room was the promise of consulting her mother before all this and she'd be there if Haverie suddenly needed something. They were on Ver's third visit of visiting his grandparents.

Esrin clung to Harry's arm as they strolled through the pathway at the side of the forest, in the middle of the goddamn night because her idiot of a husband dared not wait for the sun to begin to rise, at the very least. She huffed, wrapped up in a coat to fight the coldness, glaring at him but he continued to reassure her each time with a smile that never seemed to disappear.

"It finished an hour ago, I'm sorry, love but I couldn't wait to show you," he apologises, the impatience potently heard in his voice. "This better be something good or else I'm chopping your balls off," Esrin grumpily threatens, thinking about the sacrifice of her sleep right now. In reality though, deep down, she doesn't mind any of this especially if it's something that has put a lovely smile on Harry's face.

Nearing the mouth of the little shortcut to what once was the filthy orphanage where Harry grew up, he covered his palms over her eyes whilst he carefully walked behind her. Standing in front of the massive building, nervousness diminishing within him when excitement bubbles to no end, he slides his hands away from her eyes and replants them over her hips.

A gasp instantly falls off Esrin's lips, a widespread white blankness devouring her mind from the moment her eyes registered what sat in front of her. Goodness, she could barely contain herself, not knowing how to operate.

Her eyes drifted along so many different parts of the building, the heaviness of surprise mixing with shock baffling her over and over again. When her pair of widened eyes finally landed on the name of the building proudly labelled in blaring white near the top, pure shock took her under once again and this time, her hands flew to cover her mouth, twisting her back for her gaze to lock with Harry's.

He's been observing the rawness of her reaction with love filled eyes, enjoying every single bit of it.

"Belle Hotelle?"

From this first time, she uttered the name of Harry's new hotel, built over and in the lands surrounding the spot where the orphanage once was, it was properly pronounced. The added letters of the word 'hotel' were just there to blend in visually nicely with Belle, the pronunciation of it not changing.

"Yes, love," his head dips in a confirming nod. "You named your hotel after me?" she whispers because the disbelief was still rocking through her that much and it makes Harry grin impossibly wider that his cheeks ached.

"Yes, love," he repeats his answer, scooping her into his arms where she squeals and clings onto him, they both spinning whilst their lips are locked in an enchanting kiss.

Little Harry might as well pass out onto cold concrete if one ever told him this was what the orphanage that ruined him every day would have become and that he would have been the one to make it all possible. He already made a heart promise to himself that a large portion of the profits earned from here each month would be dedicated towards several organisations for orphans.

PRESENT

She's grinning like a fool, so uncontrollable each time that hotel crosses her mind. By then, they thought they had done everything for each other, they were together long enough that there couldn't possibly be more extravagant things but Harry really knocked her off her feet with that one.

Belle Hotelle was a major success in the short run, multiplying even more in the long run. A major reason for that was the fact that there was a demand for it and Harry seized the opportunity, giving the customers what they wanted and in turn, the revenue was insane. The success of it only made Harry more proud of the name of it.

It was so great that they both were successful separately but also together. Styles Synthetics had truly made a global impression from early on.

While Douglas Styles was away from his family, running for his dear life from all the enemies he had created in his lifetime and likewise fixing his mistakes and making amends, his mind had been working towards something else. Something much greater than what Yasir Malik had stolen from him.

Styles Synthetics mostly crafted sustainable research and developments that brought together insanely talented scientists, engineers and designers for the creation and study of materials that can be found making the world of healthcare much better as well as in the creation that soared aerospace technology.

It was something that Esrin felt proud to be a part of and God knows that feeling resonates well within Harry when the fact crosses his mind. Most days, her brain felt like the exact equivalent of a juiced orange. But, well, Harry held the power to soothingly balm, alleviating it all and somehow, knowing the remedy to each of her problems. Even if sometimes that means the simplicity of providing comfort and support or the extent of stepping in, now and then.

Fluttering her eyes shut a few times, Esrin returns her being to the present. Nearing their home, the engine rumbles quietly, all the windows rolled up as if to thicken the tension trapped inside the car with them merely inches apart. The magnetic pull between them is so strong that it can be felt, with or without intending for its presence to be there.

Tonight though, they intended for it. The desire to have Harry was so fully consuming her that regular thoughts couldn't wedge their way through her mind. The drive home seems to extend far too much, the roads probably stretching and it has an inverse relationship with her patience, reducing her resistance.

When Esrin's hand landed on the top of Harry's thigh while he drove, it first began with a little pattering of her fingers towards the beat of the song playing on the radio. With her head tilted away from Harry, peering out the window, it continues for the song and Harry, knowing exactly the minx his lady is, plays along in amusement.

Her intentions become obvious to him a bit later. Her hand grazes his thigh and in the slightest of reactions, the gap between Harry's thighs widens, welcoming any and all of her touches. Her palm drifted along the top of his leg, lighting fireworks to his bare skin despite the material of his trousers in their way.

Harry inhales sharply when her touch grows closer to his inner thigh, fingers tighter around the steering wheel to focus himself to concentrate on the damn road. He can be however aware he wants to be, Esrin Styles will always have an uncontrollable effect towards him, that's simply the way he's wired.

His chest rises and then traps there when her fingers neared his middle, fingers brushing over his crotch. Harry all but loses it when the little touch is all that he was given since Esrin retracts her hand, only giving him a small graze of her hand exactly where he craved her most.

"Rin," Harry breathes out her name in a warning. Esrin sinks into her chair, with the sweetest smug smile, carved from Hell itself. "Hm?" Her innocence is so realistic yet Harry has been with her for far too long to ever not see right through her.

"I hope you can finish the game you've started," the challenge is there as much as the warning is there, present in the tone of his voice. Her body sparked with a flame and she tilted her head slightly at him. "You know I can. Especially, since we have the house to ourselves tonight," she replies.

The house. The physical representation of their home. At the end of a two minute drive through a beautiful neighbourhood, the tires of the car hummed lowly, taking them to the very end of the street.

It's such a beautiful and massive house with two stories, Harry being behind sculpting and designing the expansive techniques. Just the expensive sight of it hints at the ooze of luxury that most definitely is concealed behind its neutral painted walls.

Around the property was the luscious lawn decorated with beautiful flowers is something that they are both proud of, together picking up gardening. There are cobblestone pathways that lead to the grand entrance of the front door and also connect to the trail that ventures off to their massive backyard where Ver has his treehouse, built by his parents for his fifth birthday.

Inside the garage that effortlessly blends into the side of the house, the car is parked beside the three other vehicles in their shared possession. Harry easily got out of the car, body mindlessly moving to unlock the passenger side door for his wife. Esrin truly cannot remember the last time she ever opened a door for herself once in Harry's presence.

He unlocks the door inside the garage that accesses their home, no need for strolling to the front door. She steps through the house first, the silence filling the darkness of her home welcoming her in.

A hand of hers twists behind her back, sliding underneath her blouse and her other hand joins in, sliding up her back until her fingers gripped the clasps of her bra. Within the next second, the pressure that kept her breasts together reduced.

Esrin strolls to the light switches while Harry locks the doors, flickering them on, dim lighting riding away all the darkness. Sliding both arms out from both straps, she slid the bra off her skin completely by tugging it from under the front of her blouse.

A soft sigh falls off her lips, Harry recognising the relief laced in the sound and he finishes off securing their security system and locking the door, spinning around. His lips parted, lust flooding through his system as Esrin stood confidently in front of him with her laced bra dangling off her fingertip.

"What are you waiting for, Harry?" He'll never stop being a complacent victim of her hypnotic spell that leaves her pretty lips in that sultry sweet voice of hers. He practically drooled at the sight of the hardening nipples pointing through the material of her blouse, desperate for the brush of Harry's hand.

Within a few short strides, Harry seamlessly takes control away from Esrin and her back collides with the perfectly painted beige walls, the art piece beside them shaking upon the impact. Oxygen always became scarce whenever he looked at her like this and it's a look she merely gets a glance at.

Ravishing her lips, Harry collides his mouth roughly with hers. He's insatiable when it comes to her, always has been and always will be, and that along with many more aspects about them are for sure certain. His body slotted between both of her thighs that he had tugged up until they were locked around his waist, high heels dangling off her toes, soon to join the bra that's abandoned on their expensively tiled floors.

Her blouse is tempted to be torn to shreds by him yet he remembers the scolding he'll have in for himself so at the very last second, he changes the course of his mind. The material bunches into Harry's hands and slowly recedes it, dragging it further up her body and she complies, lifting her hands without him having to ask.

It's their intention to take their time, having all the time in the world until the sun rises to commence another day and a few hours after that, they'd have to step back into their shoes and return to a world where it isn't just them. Not because that was a complaint, they absolutely adore the life they have built together but it has been far too long they have had each other like this and Harry is on his way to discovering a balance between tolerance and impatience.

While his mouth descends his favourite column of her neck, feeling the rushing pulse beneath her skin, Esrin's lips graze the shell of Harry's ear where a raspy groan rolls off of him when her little moans meet his ear. His hands clutching her tighten, the shoes crashing to the floor, losing the battle of dangling from her toes.

It's no longer that they can resist each other and their bodies are practically gravitating towards their bedroom, leaving a messy trail of clothes along the way that Harry would swipe away at after he's had his way with his wife. Pushing through the door, clinging to Harry, her hazy eyes settle in on their bedroom and relief surges through her.

Releasing a hand from his shoulder, she flicks at the light switch and then twists it, dimming it so it's just what they need, casting the room with the perfect intensity of lighting. Within a few short steps, Harry is gently placing her down, her ass sinking into the edge of the mattress.

Their bed sits in the middle of the room, the throne of it that commands all attention. Their room along with the entire house is adorned so beautifully, that you can tell that hard thought was added to each detail. Although it's so perfectly designed and decorated, it was equally intimate, allowing them to unplug and relax at the end of a long day.

Her hands are busy tugging down the dark red trousers that hung on Harry's hips, licking her lips when the fabric soon drops and reveals a wide expanse of his golden skin. Before her sneaky hands can mischievously go anywhere, he moves out of the way.

His body crashes onto the middle of the bed, head propped comfortably by one of their pillows. Usually, when Harry lays down first, that's the first indication that he desires Esrin to ride him. So straddling his perfect thighs with her back towards him, she shifts a little higher so that she hovered over his hips instead. She steals a hiss off his pretty lips when her palm brushes over the bulge beneath the only article of clothing worn on his flawless body and she's about to get rid of that last bit of separation when he stops her.

"Come here, let me take care of you," Harry commands softly, no need for a sense of authority. His hand wrapped around her thighs and gave the softness such a delectable squeeze, beckoning her forward. It's not his cock that he wanted her to ride. Esrin complies, crawling further up his body with her eyes drinking in the full sight of his body in front of him. Peering over her shoulder, his eyes growing closer and closer until she has to glance down to meet his gaze because she hovered over him with his face between her thighs.

A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of Harry's lips. The first night Harry ever had Esrin like this was on their wedding night. It was the only form of action they had gotten, so damn tired after the most lovely day and night of their lives yet Harry was determined.

He had rented an entire small island in the middle of the Caribbean for their two week honeymoon. If ever needed anything, they'd take a boat to a more populated surrounding island. Harry had secretly taken months of sailing lessons just so he could perfect the act.

While it was just the both of them in this massive home that awfully resembled a palace, there was not a single soul outside of the to hear the sounds of pleasure rolling off her mouth as Harry coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her.

He worshipped her. Worshipping Esrin Sage will never seem like a duty to Harry Styles because he's so utterly mesmerised, it's written into his bones to worship every single bit of her that she will offer to him, he'll gladly do it for the rest of his years.

Happily, he welcomes the weight of her on his face. In fact, he calls for it, wrapping his large hands around her pillowy thigh, tugging her down until she holds nothing back. The scruff dusting along his jaw scrapes her skin, never complaining about that, instead wanting it.

Esrin feels the breath of him against her core first. Her excited lustful eyes widened, the softest gasp falling off her lips. Her thighs cage him in, trapping his head between them with his face stuffed into her cunt and Harry would swear being caged like this is paradise.

"No desert compares to your pussy," his voice rumbles against her, words shooting ripples of sparks to her core. He's almost teasing at first, granting her an inch of the yard that she truly yearns for. She softly moans at the feel of his tongue taking a slow drag through her wet folds, collecting most of her juices on the tip to circle teasingly her clit.

"Harry," his name falls off her lips and after that, he doesn't give one damn. He greedily takes swipes at her, eating her out while she's quivering sitting on her face.

No matter how many times they share positions like this or near to similar, the thrill of it never ceases to disappear. They will forever be so blatant in their desires for each other.

As compared to their wedding night or even the other time after that, the hesitation had completely washed away by now and the way Harry's tongue laps at Esrin's cunt is completely in utter confidence. There's purpose with every stroke of his flat tongue, the circle of his pointed tongue.

She's writhing above him, stars dancing behind her eyes. Her back arches forward so beautifully in pleasure, a gasp escaping her lips with her head tipping backwards, luscious curls streaming down her bare back as Harry's teeth gently at her clit. Her thighs clamped tighter, her strong muscles emphasising his presence there as if his fingers buried into the flesh of her thighs weren't enough.

The years that increased in time, the muscles simply packed onto Harry's frame, thickening him in strength. Goodness, he's absolutely so delicious to look at and to taste. Esrin's tongue waters as her eyes venture down the ridges of his defined abs.

Lowering her sight, following the stripe trail of hairs, her dark whiskey eyes lingered on the region past the two fern leaves tattooed on his lower abdomen. She craved to see the way they bracketed his cock when he was all hard and glistening against his stomach. The front of his boxers stretched over his cock, so hard begging to be freed, pushing at the band of the tight material.

Breathy moans fell off her lips, the ones that followed were the sound of his name. It successfully riled Harry up further, enjoying every last second of making his wife feel pleasured, enjoying every damn ounce of it while it brought her towards her end.

Her throat becomes dry, eyes drinking at the sight of him greedily. Without much consultation but also any complaints, her body dips. She lowers until she's inclining forward and hovering over his middle. Esrin breathes a blow of air over his clothes length, fingertips gingerly brushing over him, touching heavier down the sides of his thighs.

"Lift your hips, Harry," she commands and Harry obeys. Her soft hands tugged the band of the boxers away from his golden skin and rolled the tight material down until the head of his cock hit her chin in greeting and the rolled boxers were forgotten near the end of his thighs.

God, he's so fucking beautiful to her. Indeed, he's painfully hard, begging to be touched. So messy, just like how she liked him, with precum leaking down the sides of him, more beads forming with each added second.

Her hands that were sunken into the mattress, propping herself up properly lifted, tentatively touching Harry, smearing the precum around him, biting her lip at the mouth watering sight, edged on by the burst of gasps hitting her pussy.

She can't resist the urge to taste him, she's so blinded by it. She greets him with her tongue first. Harry groans into her when her tongue slips past her lips, taking a wipe across his slit, the flavours of precum erupting onto her taste buds. A shudder rakes through his body, the hairs along the sides of his thighs corded with muscles raised with goosebumps.

Esrin takes her sweet time, exploring Harry's cock as if it's the first time she's had him filling up her mouth all whilst trying not to lose herself the way Harry mercilessly feasted on her cunt. His entire mouth was occupied on her, his tongue flicking at her clit in ways that drove her absolutely mad, struggling to grab a hold of herself but she was driven by a certain hot motivation.

His impatience and need for her entire mouth become very apparent when his hips buck off the bed by themselves in response to a sliver of her attention. Unable to help herself, the corner of her wet mouth tugged upwards as she lowered down his cock, her lips wrapped around him sliding down.

Her jaw relaxed, portioned intakes of air flooding in through her nose whenever she needed it to be as she took him in deeper. Her body is practically wired so that no commands are needed from her mind. Moans are rumbling into her soaking pussy, Harry unable to contain himself from the pure sensations rushing through him while he's buried between her thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Tip of her nose brushing the hairs of his pelvis before retracting, eyes blurring with tears, strings of spit connecting his cock to her lips when she does. Air floods into her nostrils, greedily taking a few breaths before diving in once more because sucking off Harry's cock and his pleasure was more of a priority than breathing.

God, she enjoys every moment of this, her mind growing foggy at all the bliss coursing through her veins. The way Harry not only works just his lips or tongue on her but his entire mouth, the near orgasm is beginning to heat every fibre of her being.

She nearly chokes around his cock when he adds his fingers, definitely not playing a fair fight but rather than complaining, Esrin adds her hands at the base of his cock so her mouth can focus on the sensitivity of his tip and the underside that drives him completely wild. The sound of her bobbing on his cock and him feasting at her cunt is absolutely obscene, so damn filthy yet they basked in it.

Her hips rocked back and forth while grinding against his mouth, taking everything she needed, so greedily being pleasured by Harry. She can practically taste her release on the tip of her tongue, near the edge of the precipice. "That's it, ride my face," he speaks against her wet folds, the words making the most delicious sounding moan roll off her swollen lips.

Explorative hands leave her hips, venturing up her body, leaving starlight sparks in its wake. A gasp is her immediate verbal reaction when Harry kneads her breast until he's able to slide his palm between both of their sweat coated chests and grants her nipple a nice pinch. She's nearly blinded with pleasure that's mounted on top of more pleasure, her body dragging off Harry's cock, grinding her hips.

Taken so off guard that instead of the knots unwinding freely, they snap, breaking apart and Esrin is thrown into weightless bliss. Euphoria paints through every crevice of her being. Her muscles locked together upon the heavy tides of ecstasy waves that crashed to the shores of her body.

Every nerve within her set to a flame. She's so buzzing with utter bliss yet her hand wraps around Harry's cock, sliding her fist up and down his length with attention on his sensitive underside, the perfect swipes across his slit. Nothing would make this better besides having him come with her and that's exactly what she achieves with a few extra tugs.

Harry comes so hard, ropes of his release spurting out of the slit of his cock, heaving him a panting and moaning mess below Esrin, creating an actual pretty mess all over them both. Her body twitches in sensitivity when Harry licks her cunt clean and pushes him away before he could complete the job.

She's busy licking her hands clean from the coated mess of Harry's released on them and he slides out from beneath her, manoeuvring her with gentle hands so her head is sinking into a pillow and not the bed itself. For a moment, Harry hovers over her until his eyes are all she can see just before they flutter shut, wet lips smashing with Esrin's, the taste of each other still evident in the sloppy, love filled kiss.

Still feeling like a sack of bones, her body completely sinks into the mattress, skin still buzzing with fades of embers. Her panting had soon reduced to a steady rise and fall of her sweat coated, flushed skin meanwhile streams of bliss merrily swam through her veins. Meanwhile, Harry had strolled off into the bathroom and returned not too long later with a warm cloth.

The mess of his come over his dick and abdomen has been cleaned up and hugging his hips and tops of his thighs, snugly fitting his cock inside his boxers again. Her legs parted as Harry quickly yet carefully wiped away any signs of sticky come from between her pretty thighs or around her beautiful face. She ages like the finest wine one would ever acquire, Harry would swear by that.

Around them is cleaned up, a comfy pair of clothes slid over their naked bodies before settling on the bed until they're both comfortably lying beside each other, legs intertwined beneath the heavy blankets. Her head rests on his chest, listening to the second favourite sound the world could ever give her, his heartbeat, with the first being Ver's.

His large palm soothingly slid down the slope of her sides and up the curve of her hips. It feels as if they can melt into the softness of the mattress while blissfully still kept together. Harry's other arm was propped behind his head, having his face at an angle for his slightly heavy eyes to observe his angel, his forever light and his constant star comfortably resting partly on him, her curls tickled his chin, smooth side of her feet mindlessly drifting up and down his shin.

He can see her but he can also see through her, to the depths of her soul but more pertaining to tonight, he can see the thoughts and ideas bouncing around beneath that head of pretty long curls. Mindlessly, Esrin draws shapes of hearts over the left side of Harry's chest, head resting on the right, toying with the thin curls sparse across his golden skin.

Suddenly, the most serene smile tugs at her lips, her face lighting up with a soft glow. The expression she wears currently tweaks his curiosity as he peers down at her.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry wonders, breaking the few moments of silence that had ticked past them, simply enjoying each other's presence and comfort. He had peeled back through that first layer to reveal the curious and silly thoughts that lurked in her mind currently. "How happy I am. How happy you've made me, how happy I am with this little life together we've built, still building," there's raw honesty as she links Harry to her thoughts.

His entire face beams, from the stars in his eyes to the widening of his smile until the balls of his cheeks are tinted with the beautiful shade of pink skies.

"It's all we've ever wanted, wasn't it?" He's gushing with pure happiness and his arm pauses at her waist, roping it around her. It's a rhetorical question because there are zero doubts in this reality, on this earth, that the life Harry Styles has with Esrin Styles wasn't everything he had ever craved, despite not knowing for some time.

"I love you, so much, Harry," her heart could burst from the amount of love that she contains for this man. There was no limit to how much she could love him, each day they spent together, she could swear that she couldn't love him anymore yet he gave her reasons without even trying for her heart to grow for him.

"I love you, I'm so fucking in love with you, Esrin Styles," he confesses as if it wasn't completely obvious. He slid his smooth hand up to tilt her chin upwards just as his face inches downwards towards hers and the words were released just before the brush of their lips colliding together.

Harry's heart stopped belonging to him a very, very long time ago. His heart belongs to Esrin and the deal was only made fairly since he had owned her heart as well. There was nobody more perfect for Harry than Esrin and without a doubt, they are soulmates.

Their souls had been intertwined, rooted together for the blossoming of a love that is so all-consuming. Being in love wasn't just a mere feeling to them, it was an eternal feeling. So every challenge that life trails them through, the battle is always worth it because next to her, was him and there was nobody in any lifetime she would rather to be by her side.

They have always been unbashful to the others' brutal side and being the delicacy their fragile side needed. With both, they not only just stay with each other but they're attached to each other. Not a moment was spent in sheltered from the brutality of the world alone.

Since the love between them had been a small flame, neither of them had felt the full burden of the world weighed on their shoulders. To this day, when their love was enough to power the sun for eternity, how well light the weight feels because of the other being right there beside them is still present.

A heart promise has never and will never be broken, the depths and swearing of it intertwined with their souls so when they promised that they would stay forever, you can bet every single thing that they mean that.

They are forever.

For every kiss they have borrowed, Esrin and Harry would spend years upon years returning every single kiss, as promised.

Now they know there is no end to Esrin and Harry.