#ft:harry

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

my pseudo-wife and i say goodbye to my husband and child as we leave to tour the country as made up  people in a fictional play in front of incredibly believing amount of people. #ChicagoLive 

“mummy, how long will you be gone for now?”

one of the many reasons why eloise prefers to be taken to the airport by herself--miles never could quite grasp the idea of goodbye. he struggled endlessly with accepting that he will have to go from seeing a parent every day to not again for a few weeks. he was a curious child; one who yearned to understand what could not.

“only for a few days, my love. you’ll be flying out to see me next week!”

crouching to his height, she cups his full cheeks into her palms and presses her nose against his. it was theirs--a small action that only they shared that meant more than could be explained. it was an i love you and a i will always protect you and a i belong to you and you belong to me and, most of all, an always.

“that’s a few days too long mummy!”

he was starting to become upset now, his cheeks falling into a perfected frown as he glances up at his father, seeking an explanation; an argument. instead, harry takes him into his arms and hugs his young son tight to his chest. before this, harry was saying goodbye and eloise was consoling a much younger miles. he knew the motions well enough. 

“why does aunty julie get to go with you and not me!”

approaching them, aristotle and juliet look confused at the mention. ella smiles and tries to play it off thought juliet can tell what was happening. she nods once to ella and moves to miles, kissing him softly on the forehead and whispering something in his ear. in an instant, the young boy grins and nods, raising his hand for a high five. 

“what did you say to him?”

eloise asks later, as they are moving down the escalator and waving goodbye to the boys who stand above them. after their arrival and the fiasco of checking in, miles had been effectively consoled of the idea that his mother would be disappearing for a few days. she couldn’t place why and it seemed like everyone knew but her. 

“i told him that his mummy was so talented that she needed to share her talent with the world. i told him to imagine how much he loved her and then times it by the thousands that love her too, though, much less”

she gapes--half embarrassed, half touched by the action. she can’t believe juliet would say such a thing, let alone break things down in such a simple way for her son. the princess tries not to let the emotion show but hugs the other anyway. juliet laughs, too.

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

two hours, twelves stitches and four different versions of how it happened. la, you are an absolute adventure. 

“honey, i don’t think you should do that”

with her hands flat against her face, she tries not to raise her voice at her boyfriend in the midst of their friends. eloise was always respectful of the things that harry wanted to do but often times she finds herself questioning the reasons behind them.

“no, look, it’ll be fine. i just gotta get over the fence here”

harry always said that his accent made his dumb ideas far less dumb than they truly are. often times, she agreed. together they were often a force to be reckoned with; his polite british and her cultivated french made them sound far more reliable than they truly were.

“no, harry, it’s barbed. i have no doubt you’ll make it--you’ll just hurt yourself in the process, is all”

she rolls her eyes much to the laughter of their friends that surrounded them. this was their first international trip outside of their tour--they were truly on vacation for the first time since they met. at the age of 27, harry wanted her to feel like a reckless teenager for once in her life. which is why he is breaking into an abandoned pool for her. 

“el, it’s okay, i’m almost--ah!”

just as he attempted to reassure her that he was okay, he loses his balance and falls about a metre and a half to the floor. the grass below him softens the blow (sort of) and warily he stands to show he is okay. 

“see guys, wasn’t that hard”

she takes a step back, adrenaline now pushing her to be with her stupid reckless boyfriend as she scans the wired fence for an entry point. she finds it in a small dent at the bottom and after a few moments, and a lot of dirt stains, she makes it to the other side. she’s at first concerned though she begins to laugh when she realises he had managed to injure himself.

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

you let your nieces and nephew climb on your husband one time and all of a sudden they think he’s a jungle gym #HarryHeartsScarlet 

“hi, sorry we’re late!”

eloise enters the castle and immediately seeks out her mother, apologising for their tardiness. she often forgets how long it takes to reach monaco from london and wishes she had planned their itinerary better. her mother smiles, pulls her into a hug and places a kiss onto her cheek.

“darling, don’t fret. it’s been no more than an hour--you’re right on time, if you ask me”

she almost doesn’t want to let her go. every trouble she had in her life always felt non-existent in the arms of her mother but eventually ella lets her go. if there was one thing her mother knew to do, among everything else she is brilliant at, it was hosting a party. 

“aunty ella! uncle harry!”

before her siblings even have a chance to wave them over, they’re bombarded by the gang of charming grandchildren. she leaves harry for a moment, having spotted her father, and goes over to say hello to him as well as greet him a great birthday. 

“darling, where is this wonderful husband of yours? it’s been a while since i’ve seen harry”

she hadn’t even realised that twenty minutes had passed when kit questions the presence of her boyfriend. ella was always deeply grateful for how well harry acted with her family; there never seemed to be any dramas with their relationship and she’s eternally thankful.

“that’s a good question, father. i’m not sure...”

as she goes to investigate, eloise eventually finds harry in the backyard with her brothers and their children. dalena, emmalyn and alexis sit to the side underneath the shade of umbrellas as the ridiculous amount of children run around the grass all clamouring onto their uncle harry. 

“you spoil her too much”

being he was the tallest (by only a few centimetres) the kids seem to think harry was the most appropriate to climb upon. she leans against jason just as scarlet attempts to climb up harry’s back. he flips her over and catches her in his arms as she erupts in laughter before blowing butterfly kisses onto her cheeks, causing even louder laughter. you can’t help but laugh.

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

five countries in ten days is a little more bearable when we have our own personal pillows on the tour bus @jxmuse @zelobot #HarryVillers #TourLife 

“you? ended up with? aristotle hades?!”

not for the first time since they met, eloise looks at the elder with the most dumbfounded expression. juliet always did have this habit of leaving her speechless, but this time it was something that made juliet blush rather than eloise. 

“a bit louder, please. i think there were people at the back of the bus that didn’t hear you”

said aristotle was asleep in the bunk, while the two girls sit opposite each other at the table sharing a pot of coffee. harry is blinking himself between sleep and not, eloise leaning against him as a human pillow. 

“sorry, i just never would have guessed. didn’t he sleep with the entire cheerleading squad?”

at the moment, a number of things happen. harry perks up with an argument, however in his sleep deprived state it came out as a grunt rather than anything else. juliet was rolling her eyes at eloise when the bus, in a surprising turn of events, runs over a pot hole and sends coffee spilling all over them. 

“he didn’t, actually. it doesn’t matter to me anyway. what he did before me matters very, very little”

juliet smiles as she cleans the coffee. eloise knows, from their conversations and her budding friendship with the other that juliet says things with complete and sincere transparency. as far as eloise knew, juliet never sugarcoated anything. 

“you really love him don’t you?”

as she says this, eloise leans against her boyfriend, taking his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders. the way that juliet looks at aristotle--and vice versa--eloise knows. there was a life before them, it was just a life that isn’t worth remembering. there’s a softness to her features, to the way juliet shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, to the genuine spread of happiness across her cheeks. 

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

i’m still not used to calling you my husband #MrAndMrsVillers 

“ready?”

eloise can’t be sure who had asked her the question, but seeing as she was alone in the room bar her three brothers, it had to be one of them. she nods, raising a hand to wave an absent minded answer and returns to look in the mirror. 

“as ready as i’ll ever be”

though her wedding, and honeymoon, had passed well over a month ago, a lot more went into the initial stages of a marriage than she had expected. the change of name, transfer of owner ship, filing of an almost entirely new life. 

“harry just said the judge is ready to see us now”

today they were to take the first step--or rather the first, since they’ve gone beyond their vows and consummation. today eloise will be legally changing her name, from eloise michele charming to eloise michele villers. 

“hello beautiful. are you ready?”

it was the third time in the last ten minutes she had heard that word. ready. was she truly read? no, she thinks is the answer. she’ll never be ready to leave behind her name. the one she was born to, that ties her to her family; brothers, father, mother. it’s funny, she’ll say, because though she was not ready to leave that life behind, she was ready to start this one with harry. 

“no but also as ready as i’ll ever”

he sits against the pane of the window, smiling at her, with the bright eyes she’ll always get lost in. they were married now, in all things except paper, so she felt no embarrassment whenever it came to leaning down and kissing him right there in front of her three older brothers. she realises the sentiment is not shared as charles is the first to enter the room and crinkles his nose at the sign of affection.

ella louise. @emcvillers ･ 140631 LIKES

when rosie met harry. 

“these two are attached at the hip”

eloise wasn’t sure how else to warn her boyfriend about her niece and nephew. she had grown up with twins, of course, and she fully understood the unspoken bond that they shared. though, perhaps because they weren’t hers, she was always astounded at just how close rosalie and gabriel truly were.

“what do you mean?”

taking her hand, harry stops her. as an only child, he struggled with understanding the bonds of siblings. he never once questioned her relationship with her brothers but she knew that he could never relate to the concept; which is why she always tries to include him as much as she can.

“they’re very close and their dynamic is very much gabriel leads and rosalie follows”

tugging him along, she gives him a hopeful smile. it wasn’t as if they were difficult–far from it. she just wanted to give him a warning in advance so he isn’t surprised by just how the two function. dalena never seemed to mind but it was a constant concern for charles just how heavily the two depended on one another.

“they’re very excited to spend the day with you–rosie especially”

dalena answers the door and after all the introductions, she twirls off to retrieve her children. harry looks more and more worried as every moment passes, fear of failure written across his features. in seconds, both toddlers bounce down the stairs. 

“hi uncle harry! hi aunty ella!”

of course gabriel is wide with smiles and enthusiasm; like his parents it creases his eyes warmly. rosalie however stands a little further away, judging the situation. gabriel was busy playing with the fringe of eloise’s top that she doesn’t even notice approach rosalie; bending down to her height and offering his hand to her. 

“if you promise to protect me, i’ll promise to protect gabe. how does that sound?”

much to her surprise, rosalie pauses and then places her hand in his. dalena can’t help but grin at harry, astounding at how quickly he was able to read her daughter and figure out what she truly cared about. closing his fingers around hers, harry brings her towards her brother and aunt. as they get ready to leave, rosalie pipes up in the smallest voice.