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Harry's cabin
" Harry, Mark me "

Harry looked at me and said softly

"Okay, but lets eat something first. Come, I think Mom packed us some leftover and cake."

"Cake" I almost squeaked with delight like a child getting candy and suddenly was embarrassed when I saw Harry chuckling lightly at my behaviour.

" Aww wittle Lou woves cake" Harry said in a baby voice making me blush and laugh lightly.

He opened his bag and took out the packed tupperware boxes. I took them from Harry and started rummaging kitchen counters for plates and spoons. I found the spoons quickly but plates were hard to find. Lastly I spotted them on the upper rack which was hard to reach. Why do people make racks this high in the kitchen ! I huffed and stood on my tippy toes to get them. I really tried but was only able to get one plate which was placed first and near to the start of rack. Well..its an achievement. At least I got one. Ha !

" You can ask for help, you know if you cannot reach, Louis" 

Harry said suddenly making me squeak at his sudden appearance in a mocking almost amused tone.

" Well, I only wanted one plate and I got that. No need for help. But thanks anyway." I said with a bit hotly.

He smirked and I know something is coming. Save me !

" Then do me a favour and grab one more for me too. I will be waiting on the couch."

Saying this, he left me there standing with gaping eyes. Now what do I do ?

Okay. I grabbed a bowl because I only wanted to eat cake and that can be eaten just fine in bowl while I will give plate to Harry. I am so not backing down.

I made my way towards where Harry was sitting with a sweet arrogant smile. Burn Harry ! He was opening the boxes when I reached there and he asked smirking

" Got us both plates ?"

" Actually, I realised that I don't need whole big plate to eat cake so I got myself a bowl and you, your plate. Here take this. No need to thank me by the way."

He was staring at me amazed as if he never expected me to say this.

" Never to back down." He mumbled.

Now it was my time to smirk.

" You win, Louis. Now happy ? And NO you are not eating only cake. You need to eat something with it. You always slack on your meals and it won't do now onwards."

" I do not."

"Yes, you do. Now don't argue. We will share."

He took out the left over in the plate and cake in the bowl meticulously. I immediately opted to take the bowl but his hand restrained me.

" Uh uh ! First you are eating food and then cake. No slacking."

" But I will eat afterwards. And cake is food too."

" Louis Louis Louis, what did I tell you in that cave ? That I am elder than you so don't try to fool me. I know after eating cake you will say that your stomach is full and you cannot overeat. You need nutrition, Louis. Now eat."

He scolded like I am some petulant child. Well, he was right to some extent. I was gonna pull that overeating card but now, not anymore. I pouted a bit and then sat properly on the couch opposite him, folding my legs Indian style and he placed our plate and bowl in the middle.

He suddenly started singing song. Weird !

" Strawberries and Cigarettes always taste like you...."

I looked at him as if he had lost his mind but he was staring at my feet. Uh oh ! I think I knew what he was looking at.

" I know okay. Don't mock me. I did not have any socks other than this and by the way they are cool. Don't insult them, Mr. Styles."

I said proudly wiggling my toes in front of him showing how actually pretty they were. He looked at my feet raising his eyebrow and then gave me a soft smile.

" Can you please forgive this mere peasant, your highness ?"

" Its hard but this time I forgive your sin, child. Never insult the royalty's socks."

I said playing along and laughing slightly. It felt as if grumpiness just flew far far away from Harry. I felt comfortable and light at that moment.

Finally I ate my cake with mouth full. I know its bad manners but who cares when you are hungry and the delicious cake is in front of you. I devoured it with heart and even ate the one Harry left. Sharing food with him and eating from the same plate somehow felt normal. Its weird that it felt normal but as I said I am tired and hungry and just exhausted. After all today was my wedding.

We collected all the utensils and I washed them thoroughly while Harry went into the bedroom to make it a bit more clean if it was not. I rinsed and wiped the boxes and placed them on the counter to bring them back home tomorrow. I placed some left over in the fridge and saw that there was fruit juices already stored inside. Yum ! I grabbed the guava one and started drinking it with a straw attached to the box. Its childish but I love to chew straws and make bubbles while drinking through it.

I made my way into the bedroom for the first time and Wow....I don't even know how many times I used that word in 2 days.

The bedroom was just....heaven. It was made in dark chocolate brown wood with a light coloured king size round bed in the middle. The bed looked so soft and comfy with black satin sheets and black pillow covers. There were so many pillows arranged intricately on the bed which I wanted to jump on. But I always wonder why do people need so many pillows ? The best part of the bed was that there was a canopy of white coloured sheer material draped around covering the whole bed and effectively enclosing the bed from outer world giving illusion of oneness. To the sides of the bed were small side tables with two similar table lamps perched on it. The room had a separate fireplace exact opposite to the bed at its foot side where two sofas, very huge, were placed. One wall of the room was covered with racks of few books and I instantly fell more in love with the room. It also had air condition and LED on the front wall. There were windows from some distance at the headboard of the bed and on the sides. The room also had an attached washroom judging by the door on the side of fireplace. To the other side there was a wardrobe, not too huge but a medium sized one. I can hear the distant voice of water running and assumed that Harry must be in washroom. The room smelled different. It was an amalgamation of various scents. It gave me comfort instantly, made me feel home. I saw Harry had dumped our duffle bags in the corner by the bed. The room was dimly light by table lamps giving soft yellow glow prominently around bed and luminous enough to the sightings of the room. I registered a little lately that there were small candles lit at the surrounding boundary of the room making it look just other worldly. It was one hell of a bedroom. I was totally in love with it.

Just when I thought to switch off the table lamps and see the room in just candle glow, Harry emerged from the washroom with freshly washed face and limbs in his wedding attire. He offered me a nervous smile looking around the room and I knew he wanted to know my answer about how I felt. I smiled reassuringly at him and answered verbally which made his shoulders sag in relief.

" It very beautiful, Harry. You did all this ? I mean choosing the things and such ?"

He looked a little embarrassed and scratched his neck nervously while blushing slightly. Okay, this is new. I am intrigued !

"Um actually when we come to age uh I mean when we become mature enough to find our mate we have this tradition to built our own cabin from the scratch. So I made this one and selected the place and renovated it some years back. No biggie." He said shrugging as if it was not a big deal.

" No biggie ? Harry, that is too much work. Nobody nowadays are that much dedicated. This is phenomenal. You should be proud actually. This is amazing. Doing all this all alone is a big thing. You did great job."

" Thanks. It means a lot." He said a little shy edge in his voice.

This beautiful talented man was not acknowledging how appreciating his work was. I wanted to make him know for real that he deserved all the praise. How can he be so oblivious to this fact ! People don't even think twice to choose nowadays in case of housing. All work is done by interior decorators. Nothing is wrong in that but personally I feel when you make your own home, there is some edges, some of your own thoughts that makes it home rather than a house. It makes you feel close to it when you dedicate yourselves and try to decorate in your own way. It can not be perfect to some other people sometimes but it gives perfect sense of home to the person who resides there and that is all matters.

" So, um not anyone else praised for your hard work ? I mean they have to be blind not to appreciate it ."

I asked but I dreaded to hear the answer. Somewhere I wanted to be the only one to witness this house and his work. I did not want to hear how his conquests praised him and how this house has memories of them somewhere stored within its walls. But then other part of me wanted the world to see how talented this man was. My man was, my mind supplied not so helpfully.

He looked me in the eye and said with some glint in his eyes which I was not able to decipher.

" No Louis, you are the first person to come here. Only Liam and Josh knows about this place and Dragomir helped me to stuff fridge for today. Not even my parents have seen this house."

I visibly stared at me in amazement. Such honesty baffled me. I never expected this answer but hoped for nonetheless. I am the only one to come here. Somehow I felt possessive and protective too of this home. It gave me a new sense of belonging.

" Oh ! Well as I said its beautiful. I am already in love."

" With whom?"  He asked, back to his usual smirk and smugness, playfully.

I said rolling my eyes

" House obviously."

" Are you sure, Louis ?"

" Very much so, Harry." I said with a smile which he returned with his own.

This was good. This brought me normality and comfort for my first night away  from family as a married man.

Harry is your family too now, my heart supplied Again.

I stored that thought in my mind and locked it. I made my way towards the washroom to wash and freshen up. As I entered I saw that bathroom was not that huge. It was medium sized with a tub on the side wall and curtains covering it with a little space for basin and changing clothes. I washed my face, scrubbed it properly to remove any oily particles, and limbs. Now I felt a bit light and clean after a long walk and tiring day.

I dried myself with the towel placed there and saw that there was extra pair of slippers placed outside the door which I assumed Harry kept there. It was nice knowing that he took care of every single thing. He has so many sides and I am definitely enjoying this. Also, it is making me fall in love with him fast. I am afraid of rejection, of knowing the bitter truth of this wedding. What will happen once all this danger scurries away ? Will Harry want me then ?

Shaking my head I emerged out with new slippers on which were comfy and soft. I saw Harry had tied one side of canopy to the bedpost and was sitting there crossed legs with mobile and typing something. He looked at me and gestured me towards him.

" Our parents were asking if we reached here safely. I just texted them saying we are doing fine. I texted on your behalf too. I hope that's fine with you ?" He asked unsure.

" Its okay. Thank you. How come here there is network ?"

" Well...it has network coverage. Its weak but kinda present."

"Okay."

I stood there in front of him while he was sitting on the bed. I shuffled from one feet to another, confused what to do next ? He understood my dilemma and said slowly in a small voice.

" See, Louis about that marking...We have to do it while in wedding clothes a-and its uh I mean can we do it now and sleep ?"

" Y-yes" I whispered equally quite.

I did not know why were whispering  but it felt right to not speak loudly. He switched off one of the table lamps and now we wer bathed in soft golden glow of candles and dim light from one table lamp. Its actually good that there is not much brightness otherwise it would have been more awkward. Just thinking about me made me sweat and hands tremble.

Another first ! First Hickey !

" Lou, you need to remove your suit to expose your neck."

Harry said quietly and slowly but there was something in his tone now. Some new sort of determination. Some intense power  that he is taking on and will lead me to the end. His strong yet smooth voice soothed me a bit calming my nerves.

" O-oka-y" I croaked out.

I started to expose my neck but realised lately that I had to take Niall's during wearing it. It opens and closes from the back. Oh god ! Can this get anymore awkward ? I tried to reach my hands backwards but in vain. I was not even able to reach the first button. Blush and hotness started to cover my face. Harry watching my distress, sat upright with his legs dangling off the edge of the leg spread widely.

He beckoned me closer with his eyes and a subtle gesture of his finger and I, like a moth to a flame, moved closer to him and stood in between the V of his legs. My nerves were firing in my body all sorts of signals. Even when sitting Harry managed to look taller and intimidating. He turned me around slowly with his hand on my waist giving my flesh a little push making me almost gasp. As I turned away from him, I became more aware of his movements.

He ran his hand up and down on the buttons and traced the patterns on my suit. It was like he was admiring the work and memorizing it. My breathing started to came out short due to his slow sweet torture. Finally, after painful caressing he took my first button and opened it judging by the loosening of my suit from my neck. He did the same with some of the buttons till the middle of my spine. His hand brushed at my lower back making me lean towards his hand. It was natural instinct of my body.

He slowly and carefully took the zipper which was enclosed by buttons and slide it down very slowly. Its noise can be heard in the complete silence of the room except from our breathing. While pulling it down his cold fingers brushed my warm skin making me shudder a bit and him to take a deep breath. This is so much intimate somehow. It feels like he is undressing me. He is literally but it feels so much more. It feels that it is so much more than what we planned for. He opened the zipper halfway and I stood still waiting for his voice to instruct me about the next step. Being the inexperienced one I did not even know what to do. No amount of reading novels prepared me for this. For this very moment.

" Turn around, Lou"

He said in his now a little thick and husky voice. Slowly, I turned around to see his dark eyes gazing directly into mine. His eyes casted shadows and golden glint in the darkness other than the dim lightings of the room. It felt, for the better word, exotic. I held his eyes even though I knew I was blushing profusely. His eyes called to mine and they can never refuse what that green orbs of fire wanted. In that moment I was under his spell.

He gestured me to sit on the bed. I looked confused at him as to where to sit because he was already occupying the edge of the bed and I cannot sit on his side. That would not be comfortable. He moved backwards sitting against the pillows from which some were removed and placed down. Our eyes communicated for us. No words were exchanged. My legs and hands were trembling. If it wan't for his soft yet understanding eyes, then I would have fallen in a tangle of my own limbs. I put my knees on the bed one by one on the soft bouncy and comfy bed and moved towards Harry. He was gawking me, my each and every move. Every stumble and every breathe.

I sat on my knees in front of him and waited for the next command. It was so surreal how I trusted him to guide me through the end. I never trusted anyone enough to even let them hold my hands romantically and here I am going through the notions as Harry guided me. He spread his legs wider in a V and I, flustered, looked away from his private parts. The slight glance that I caught gave me idea that he had definitely big package judging by the slight bulge there.

" Come here, Lou. It will be better that way."

He said whispering in his raspy voice which made me halt in my fidgeting. I tried to look at him but was not able to. I suddenly wanted to cry. I was so nervous. This is all so new and overwhelming. What if I mess this up ? What if I react badly and do something stupid ? And the main part, What if I enjoy this ? I cannot let myself have this so fast. This is for our family, for our tradition. We are not doing this for ourselves. No pep talk made me strong to look upwards and face Harry. But his sweet voice did the trick.

" We don't have to do this if this is so much uncomforting for you, Louis."

" I-its f-fine. Its just...I am - I have never- I "

" Hey ! Its okay. I know and I understand. Its just me, Harry. Look at me Lou. Please."

He said in a very soothing voice which gave me enough strength to look at him. His eyes held softness and understanding. They was no mirth or playfulness. It was sincerity that they oozed out. He took my hand gently and pulled me slowly towards him and I let myself go. He made me sit in between his legs and moved to place my legs on either sides of his thighs leaving some distance in between our groins. Oh god ! This is getting intense and.....uh h-hot ?

He took the upper hem of my suit and silently asking for my permission to slide it down and did just that after I nodded shakily. He tugged my suit and pulled down gently exposing my neck, shoulder and half of my forearm while it was shyly hiding my nipples from his eyes. His eyes had turned a bit dark just like they did when he unzipped my suit. The other side of the suit also came down and the open end was lying just below my exposed shoulder. His eyes were caressing the exposed skin of my upper pectoral girdle. His thumb was subconsciously caressing my bare collar bone sending shivers down my body.

He exhaled heavily and looked at me. Looked in my soul as if searching something. I was unknowingly leaning towards him anticipating the next move while nervous at the same time. He moved closer to me inch by inch and after agonising seconds of anticipation for the unknown, I finally felt his hot breath at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. His one hand was gripping my suit helding it in one place while his other hand never stopped caressing the supple skin of my bare collar bone. Goosebumps broke out on my skin.

He, very slowly, burrowed his face deeper in my neck leaving his soft chocolaty brown curls to my sight. His hair smelled heavenly. I breathed greedily to take all the scent at once and float in it. At the first touch of his lips to the bare skin of my neck, my hands on their own accord moved and gripped his forearms at the sudden onslaught of foreign sensation. He halted a bit, breathing heavily, and then tentatively gave kitten licks to my skin there. A sigh left my mouth before I can stop it and it was as if that single sigh spurred him on.

He kissed hard and started sucking the skin there lightly without putting much pressure. My grip tightened on his arms, a bit painful maybe. He took a small patch of skin between his sharp teeth and nipped there drawing blood to the surface, making it red I think. He then suckled on my nipped skin as if drinking from a straw and sucking the most delicious nectar. At the first proper bite of his teeth on my skin made me gasp loudly and my legs to tighten around his waist where they were wounded around. He inhaled sharply and with more force started licking and biting my skin making me shudder. It was painful at first but soon that feeling changed. It happened for what I was most afraid of. I started feeling it to heart. I drowned in his kisses, licks, suckling and devouring.

" A-ah ah H-Harryyyyy, Ah"

I could not help but moan loudly before I can stop myself. If I was in my real mind then I would have been embarrassed to hear the noises I made. They were rounds of gasps, sighs and moans. It was too much for me. It was overwhelming. But no moaning or gasping made Harry slow down. He went at it like a man on mission, never leaving my neck, never even coming up to breathe.

My hands moved upwards and I tangled them into his soft curls and almost pulled them making Harry growl a bit. I never know till today how the actual growl sounded. This was very low but somehow it spurred me on to draw out that sound from him again. As I pulled his hair again something shifted in him. Something carnal consumed him. He suddenly drew me closer, flushed to his chest, by his arm wrapped around my waist and his other arm groped my flesh on the side kneading it deliciously. Through this whole ordeal, when I moved a bit my hips touched Harry's and our groins brushed making me stiffen and then suddenly go lax in his arms drawing out Harry's name.

" H-harr-y. Oh my ! Ah mmm "

My hips started rocking on its own accord and I felt his moving with harmony. I never knew when people said when they said grinding gives pleasure but now I surely do. Our hips rocked together, with our legs wrapped around each other and Harry's on going sweet sweet torture on my neck. It was bliss I never knew existed. Harry had found another patch of my skin to work on around the previous one.

I did not what it was that was making us loose control, making us so carnal so raw towards passion. I knew in the back of my mind that we were not meant to get too much into this and yet I am grinding and rolling my hips against his and allowing him to suckle and devour my skin like a hungry man.

" Oh my..."

I cried out loudly not caring about my volume, so lost in sensations. So lost in our activity. Harry's hand  gripped the edges of my suit and before I knew what happened, it fell open leaving my whole torso exposed except stomach. He caressed my chest lightly grazing over my exposed nipple which hardened just by his mere touch and cold air in the room.

" Its...please..."

I was muttering incoherent words which did not make any sense. I was afraid to fall and yet wanted to dive deep in this sensation. In this feeling. In this pleasure. I was building high and high, climbing the heights ready to fall any moment which only made me rut more on Harry. His bulge was prominently felt by me till now. It was hard which I never expected how it would feel when in contact with any.

Harry growled again groping me some more and in return making me roam my hands on his back and the back of his head which was moving up and down wetting my skin and working artfully on my neck and shoulder.

" Lou..ugh"

He groaned when I moved my neck sideways to give him more access almost submitting it to do whatever he pleases. We were lost in our world. We were tangled mess of hands and legs and moans and groans and kisses. We were panting heavily as if we ran thousand miles. This was so much better though.

It- It was ah it was.....I feel like I am gonna ah..... something is coiling in my stomach...oh god...ah !

I did not know that I was verbalizing my thoughts loudly. Not until Harry said a soft

" Let go..."

And I was gonna do just that. Leave myself to his mercy. Fall from that height only to get messed up in pleasure. The pleasure we created. The pleasure I felt with my husband. That thought only made me more involved. Husband. That one word did wonders.

My man !

I was building higher and higher and was just about to collapse and lost in ecstasy when the spell broke. It was like suddenly cold water was thrown at us. We immediately halted. Our hips became steady stopping their rocking movements, my hands paused in Harry's hair and his luscious lips drew away from my skin which almost made me whine in protest.

Soon, we came to our senses. Then too we sat there not moving an inch. Not knowing how to react when we were so abruptly pulled out of our haze. And the other part of me never wanted to part away from him. But reality was like a blow on my face.

What the hell we did ? If it wasn't for my phone ringing loudly and now obnoxiously, then I would have ....I would have uh finally fell from that heights of pleasure and uh um climaxed. Oh god !

How do I face Harry now ? What do I say for how I reacted and encouraged him by making embarrassing noises of pleasure.  This is too much. I heard Harry curse and then very slowly he removed his face from my neck, only to reach out and silent my phone which was ringing loudly on the side table. He sighed heavily and after closing his eyes for few seconds and addressed me.

But now I was the one who cannot meet his eyes. I was on the verge of tears. I don't know why but I wanted to cry. It was so overwhelming to me. I enjoyed it very much and I don't regret it but what if Harry was not into it. What if he found my reaction weird and just unlikely ? What if I actually made a fool of me ? Stupid me ! How can I loose control like that ? How can I be so lost in painful pleasure ?

" Louis, its okay. I think its Niall calling to check on you. You wanna talk to him, alone ?"

Harry asked softly but I never looked upwards at him. I know it was not wrong to do that with my husband but seeing the situation in which we got married, this was somewhere too intense for me. I don't even know if Harry likes me.

Will he like me ever ? Did he too feel what I felt in our uh activity ?

I felt Harry adjusting my suit and covering my exposed body and slowly untangling our limbs. It was helpful that the phone ring had made us go back to normal condition without any exposure to our bulges which were definitely raging on. I felt some feelings come back to me when I distanced myself a bit from Harry. He understood the situation and never questioned or tried to talk which was what I needed at that time.

I moved silently around the room fetching my clothes and rushing to the washroom to get changed into my comfy clothes.  But before that I sent a quick text to Niall.

We reached safely. I am very tired. Sorry, will talk tomorrow. Good night. xx

I stripped my clothes and changed into the large grey t-shirt which I loved to wear while sleeping, and knee length dark blue cotton shorts. When I washed my face in the basin and gazed at myself in mirror, I gasped loudly.

There on my neck and shoulder were huge hickies. Not one or two but four big ones surrounded by little bite marks. It was dark red and when I touched it with my hand, I winced slightly along with blushing intensely at the memory. He went all manly and intense in this.

Without giving a second glance to it, I exited the washroom and saw Harry had already changed into black shorts and red t-shirt. He looked handsome even in his night suit. Okay, I don't need that thoughts right now. The blush was a permanent thing on my cheeks now. We did our routine perfectly in sync as if we have been doing that for years which was only like arranging and folding clothes properly and keeping them in pile while Harry blew off the candles so that there is not risk of catching fire. I folded his clothes too and kept them on mine in a pile.

We made our way on the bed and I noticed he had arranged the sheets and covers again, and slide into the covers without uttering a word. It was awkward. But somewhere we don't need words right now. As we settled in properly, I sighed in relief after a long tiring day when I felt the soft and comfy material of sheets and covers. I stretched underneath the covers and hugged a pillow to my chest on my side.

Harry switched off the light which made the room completely dark making me sit upright shreaking. Harry too sat upright looking at me.

" Harry, switch on the light."

Harry immediately did that and was staring at me wide eyed. Now I feel bad for reacting that way.

" S-sorry. Its just I cannot sleep in the dark. I am afraid of darkness."

Harry smiled reassuringly at me and switched on the dim light of the room at the far ceiling which gave soft glow enough to see through the room and I smiled in return.

" T-thanks."

We again got settled properly this time but did not say anything else. He is my husband now and I know I should talk things through. Communication and honesty is very important in any relationship and I will follow that even if this is some kind of arrangement by our parents. But all that vows and ceremony was not a joke. I believe in this marriage and I know Harry too respects it.

So I took the initiative to diffuse some of the tension and uttered a soft

" Good night, Harry"

" Good night, Lou. Sweet dreams."

Harry replied just as softly and we looked sideways giving each other a soft smile and slowly allowed ourselves to drift into sound abyss sleep.

We will talk tomorrow. The first morning after my wedding as a married man.

Another first !

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Updated on : 20/06/18

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