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Emma

I glanced at the clock. 2 :00 am. Just four hours to go. Just four hours until I would lose my freedom. Just four hours. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I desperately needed him. I needed my Harry. I got out of my bed and pulled out an album from under it. I settled myself on the floor and opened the first page. Seeing the first photo made me smile. It was a photo of two pairs of eyes, one pair a beautiful shade of green while the other light brown.

2009

The maths lecture was going on. Nothing was going into my head yet I don't know how but I always scored well. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the professor calling out my name. I went to to him. A new boy, I guess Harry Styles was his name, was standing beside the sir." Ms. Anderson, I want you to tutor Harry, his maths is pathetic." I looked at Harry and he gave me a perfect dimpled smile. Gosh it was so cute!  I gave Harry my address and we decided to meet at my place that evening.

It was 5 pm and Harry had still not come. I didn't know why but just a conversation of five minutes made me wait for the curly-haired boy with anticipation. The doorbell rang and I rushed to get it. I opened the door and there he stood. I gave him a large grin and he returned it back with an even larger one. We both went inside and into my bedroom. We started to study and like Professor Lavington had said, Harry really was bad at maths.

"...look, Harry, you don't add the fractions with different denominators before equalizing them. Are you even listening?" I asked as I realised that he was paying no attention to me. He answered with a dreamy look on his face," Your eyes are beautiful." I turned into a blushing mess and somehow managed to stutter," N-no your eyes are better."
"No your."
"Your"
"Your"
"Ha-", I was interrupted by Harry tickling me. I laughed my head off and then finally he stopped. We looked at each other seriously and then started laughing again. I brought my camera, turned it around and took a photo of mine and Harry's eyes. "Why did you that?"  Harry asked. I replied, "I don't want to forget any memory."  He smiled and we stuck the photo we took in my new album.

This had happened when both me and Harry were fifteen. We both became besties but to me, Harry was always something more. Afterall, he was my first crush.

I turned the page and found a photo which made me smile yet again...

Author's Note

Hey guys! So this was the first chapter. I guess you guys must have realized but still, the part in italics is the flashback. I hope you liked this chapter.

All the love,
H xxx.

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The second photo was just beautiful. It was of the night sky. I remembered when it was taken. 

2010

I walked down the hallways of the school toward my locker. I was looking forward to going there as my boyfriend, Justin was going to be waiting there for me. I felt all bubbly inside but when I reached my locker, my heart gave an unpleasant jolt seeing the sight which lay in front of me. Justin was busy snogging Victoire in front of my eyes. Tears were already flowing down my cheeks. I started running back when I collided with someone. It was Harry, my cute funny cheeky extraordinarily hot best friend. Is it normal to call your best-friend hot? I hope it is, anyway. Harry had a frown on his face as if asking what the matter was. We had this kind of connection, you know, like he made an expression and I exactly knew what he wanted to say. I pointed at Justin and Harry got the message. There was an expression of fury on his face and I knew he was going to kick Justin's ass so I stopped him, shaking my head as more tears flowed down my cheeks. Harry's face softened and he pulled me into a hug. I had missed his hugs so much. Since I had got into a relationship with Justin, he would not allow me to be within 5 feet of Harry because he was jealous. I realized I had ignored Harry so much during this whole relationship, that too for a one which wasn't even real. He pulled away from me and said,"Well, he didn't even deserve you. We need to party on the occasion when you got rid of that asshole. Whatcha say, sleep-over at my place tonight? We could watch chick-flicks and back-bitch about your ex. We could gossip, you know, like "Did you know, yesterday Rodrick found Jess making out with his best friend. He was so jealous!" Or we could fangirl over some movie star. Isn't that what girls are supposed to do at night-outs after they've had a break-up?" I was rolling with laughter by the time he finished saying all that. He had this look on his face like, 'Did I say something wrong?' while I gained control of myself. I went back home leaving him with that expression on his face in the hallways.

The day went fast. As soon as the clock struck 9, I set off for Harry's place. I reached his house and found him in his large backyard. I went to him and saw what he was doing. He was laying out mattresses on the grass. I went and helped him. We both went inside and had a lovely dinner made by Harry's mother.  Gemma, Harry and I talked and talked and talked and even gossiped until it was midnight. Harry and I set out. We lay down on the mattresses we had put on the grass and stared at the beautiful night sky dotted with the shimmering stars. I pulled out my camera and took a photo. We kept staring at the sky in comfortable silence. Harry finally spoke,"I want to tell you something" Harry's face was sad. I asked him what he wanted to tell me. He said"Love, you know I love singing, right? I-I'm auditioning for the X-Factor..." My heart stopped. I was happy for Harry but at the same time knew that this would take him far, far away from me. I stayed silent. With an apologetic face, Harry said,"I'm sorry Emma-"

"Don't be. Music is your life. Music is the air you breathe, Harry. It's always been your dream don't let it go. I will miss you a lot but this is for the best, 'cause you want to fly, you want to run, you even want to fall, but you don't want to stop. (A/N I couldn't help but add this from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani. That movie's awesome.) And waiting for me means stopping. You know, someone's said, 'friends are like stars; even if you don't see them, you know they are always there'. I'm always gonna be there for you, Haz, no matter what."

A tear rolled down my cheek as I stared into Harry's big emerald orbs. We spent the night like this, holding hands, crying silently and staring at the stars...

That was the first time I started to doubt my feelings towards Harry. Were we just friends? Then why did it hurt so much to let him go? I shed few tears and flipped through the pages till I came to one particular photo...

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This photo was taken when I was seventeen. It was of a locket, a paper-plane shaped locket...

2011

Two years. I had spent two whole years missing Harry. Every moment, my heart thought of him. I realized that yes, I definitely had a mega crush on Harry and it hurt. It hurt to think that he was so far from me, that he had probably forgotten about me, that there was no chance of me ever getting him. I was pulled out of my thoughts with my phone ringing. I smiled at the ringtone. It was What Makes You Beautiful by none other than One Direction. I picked up the phone.

"Hey Emma, it's me, Anne."

"I got to know that. I have your number saved."

"I called because I have a surprise for you!"

"Hmm, what may that be?"

"Someone's coming home."

"Who?"

"Harry."

"What??!!!"

"I know right! He's gonna come to say hi. Like he has to go somewhere but he really wanted to come home so he'll be coming for an hour or so."

"Wow, that's great. So?"

"So you're invited!"

"No. Let it be Anne. Harry doesn't come that frequently so you guys have your family-time."

"You have to come. Pleaaaaseeee."

"Fine. When is he coming?"

"He's already home."

"What the hell, Anne?!! Like I'm still in my pyjamas and my hair's a mess; I cannot come like this!!"

"No need to change. You are coming here straight away as you are or I'll send Harry to pick you up!"

"Don't do that! I'm coming, I'm coming!"

I disconnected the phone. I quickly pulled my hair in a braid, grabbed a box which I had kept carefully for two years to give to Harry. I ran downstairs and shouted a goodbye to my mom, and ran like Usain Bolt and finally reached Harry's house(which had practically become my second home) I realized that the door was open so I burst through it, shouting,"Gemma, Honey I'm home!" Gemma came bounding down the stairs and hugged me. "How are you girl?" she asked. I chuckled panting and said," Gemma darling if you remember, I was here last night eating dinner with you. Wasn't I fine at that time?" We both laughed and the noise made Anne, Des and Harry emerge from the kitchen. My heart hammered dangerously in my chest. I wondered if it was hammering due to the running or due to the mini fangirl moment in my heart or the fact that I was seeing my crush and best friend after two whole years.

Harry looked up from the phone, saw me and his eyes widened. Everyone else went inside the kitchen again and Harry and I were left in the living-room alone in awkwardness. He finally spoke up,"Hey."

"Hey"

"You looked beautiful."

"You look pretty well too."

"Hey I've got something to give-" I started but his phone rang. He picked it up. With the overall look, it seemed as though Harry had to leave pretty soon. He disconnected the phone. "Harry I want to give-"

"Sorry love, later. We will catch up later"

"Harry sto-"

"Sorry, I've got to go BYE MOM, BYE DAD, BYE GEM!"

"Haz-"

"Sorry babe, got to leave. Bye love." saying this, Harry went away leaving me in tears. The box was in my hand. I went home without saying goodbye. I opened the gift and took a photo. I snuggled into my bed and shed silent tears...

That had been one of the moments I could relate to now. I missed him so much at that moment. turned some more pages, sniffing, and finally reached a photo which made smile...

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The photo made me smile. It was of a mobile. A year after Harry had left me yet again, (A/N refer to the previous chapter) I realised that I had been crying, thinking about Harry a little too much and 'little too much' would be an understatement. I had realised I was in love. I remembered wondering back then how I had fallen for a boy who I had not met for three years. On my eighteenth birthday I had invited the Styles family but as expected, Harry did not come.

2012

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to my dear bitch, Happy birthday to you!" Gemma sang and I laughed. The Styles family was here at my place and so was my family as it was my birthday. I had not kept a party or anything, it was just a get-together. "Make a wish, sweetheart.", my mother said and I smiled. I closed my eyes and wished for the one thing I had wanted for the past three years. Harry. I opened my eyes and blew the candles. I cut the cake and everyone clapped. 

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The get-togetherish party had just ended. The Styles went home and so did my family leaving just my mother, my dad and me. Harry had still not called. He never forgot my birthday, well, that was some three years back, though. I lost all hope. I had waited three long years for one call, one text, one visit, but all I ever got was disappointment and I was fucking tired of it. I was sure that Harry had forgotten me and it hurt. It hurt so much. 

I went to my room to sleep cause I was physically and mentally exhausted when my phone rang. I let it ring and went to change my clothes. When I came back from the bathroom, it was still ringing. Annoyed, I picked it up and said through gritted teeth, "Whoever you are let this be fucking important or I'll trace you and beat the shit out-"

"Woah, woah! Take a breathe there, monkey!", the speaker replied. I gasped. It was Harry. IT WAS HARRY STYLES. A tear rolled down my cheek as I breathed," Harry..."

"Love are you alright?"  

I am not, you idiot. "Yes, umm, of course, yeah, I'm fine.", I replied quickly wiping my cheek.

"So how's life?" he asked.

"Fine. Its the same, honestly. I'm sure your's is more interesting. Watcha been doing all these years without me Curly?"

"Nothing much."

"Yeah, I believe that."

He chuckled,"Well there's a lot going on around me. I've found four new best friends, to start with."

"What about me, huh? I'm still your best friend, ain't I?", I asked hopefully.

"Of course babe. Though I don't want you to be."

"What do you mean, Curly?"

"No-nothing, nothing at all. SO the main reason I'm calling is HHAAAAAAAAPPPPPPY  BIRTHHHHHHHDAAAAYYYY MOOOOONNNKKEEEEYYY!" he screamed and I had to hold the phone away from my ear. This felt like the good old days. Maybe Harry hadn't forgotten about me.

He continued, "I have a gift for you, Emma. Wait, do you like us"

"Who's 'us'?"

" 'Us' as in my band, One Direction."

"Of course, Haz. You guys are really good. I mean I've turned into a directioner, I guess."

"Well, that's nice. So I said I have a gift for you. Here it is.", he said and then paused. Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice said,

"Hey Emma." , said a certain high-pitched voice.

An Irish accent continued, "Happy,"

A deeeeep voice then said, "Birthday"

A voice with a slight smoky texture said, "From One Direction!"

I had a mini heart-attack. One Direction just wished me Happy Birthday. Since when did I get so lucky? I stood there frozen trying to process everything.

" You said she was a directioner, Haz. She didn't squeal." I heard Liam say through the phone. I unfroze.

"I'm just not squealing so that you do not lose the ability to hear.", I replied. Everyone chuckled and Louis said, "I like her."

"Well, Louis Tomlinson, I like you too. A lot."  I replied and I heard him yell that he's the best. That boy.

"Don't be too happy, 'cause you didn't let me finish my sentence. I was saying that I like you a lot but not more than Spongebob."

And two hours went like this, chattering with the boys about nonsense. Those guys were really the best. I disconnected the phone, took its photo and went to sleep smiling.

That had been one of the best and the most memorable days of my life. I turned the pages and found a photo which made me smile even more than I already was...

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The photo was of two hands. One was full of tattoos while the other was not. My heart swelled at the memory and I felt all bubbly inside even though the incident had happened 4 years back. 

2013

I was returning from the bakery back home when my thoughts wandered back to Harry. I smiled. Since my birthday, we kept in touch a lot. We told each other anything and everything. These daily calls had become a kind of escape for both of us as the time going on was extremely hard for both of us. For me, my parents died in a car crash the next day of my birthday. I became depressed after that incident. I was still studying and I had to support myself. The empty house haunted me. I was fading away when Harry had called. It had given me hope. I had broken down on the phone and then things had changed somehow, after that. One night Harry had called me, sobbing. He had told me that he was fed up of all the hate. After that, we called each other every day, to ask if the other was alright, to open our minds to each other and to, escape overall. 

I went home and threw my backpack onto the sofa and went to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror. Dull eyes with bags under them, cheeks gone in, oily skin, body gone extremely skinny, hair in a mess-my total look indicated  that I was working myself too much. I sighed and went into the kitchen to eat. The house was so silent, it seemed dead...like my parents. I rubbed my face and took the leftover pizza. I sat on the sofa and stared at my plate. I didn't feel like eating. Suddenly my phone rang. It was Harry. My lip curled into the tiniest bit of a smile. I picked up the phone. 

"Hey monkey, how are you today?" , Harry whispered. He was the only person who asked me this. Tears rolled down my cheek. "Did you eat today?", Harry asked. I had not been eating right for the past few days and Harry knew it. I whispered,"No.. I don't feel like. When is all this going to end, Haz?". I finally broke down. I couldn't take it."Now don't cry, Emma. Please. You are a strong girl.", Harry said. I couldn't stop. Finally, Harry said that he was going to come home. I wondered how that was possible. I kept the plate on the coffee table and lay down on the sofa. I stared into nothingness. I spent 15 minutes like this. Then the doorbell rang.  It rang again. Then the door opened and there was Harry. My heart melted at the very sight of him. I got up and he rushed to my side. He pulled me into a hug and we stayed like that for what felt like years. When we broke apart, there were tears in our eyes. " How are you?" Harry asked me. I just shook my head. Harry understood. I spoke up, my eyes watering,"I am not being able to hold on. At the bakery, I am working extra and still, Mrs Smith finds some mistake. I go to babysit, there they say I can do better. I work at the library, where they have complaints. I am outside the whole day yet they expect me to score well at school. I miss mom and dad like hell. There is no one to talk to the whole day and these silences are killing me. How long is this going to last? I can't do it anymore. I just want to give up!" By now, I was full on crying. Harry pulled me closer and started rocking me. "Sh, baby. Everything is going to be alright. Don't cry. Everything bad ends one day. Everyone has to go through life's test. This is your test and Emma doesn't ever fail a test, does she? I know these are bad times but, love, you just gotta stay put and it will pass over. You can't give up." , Harry said as I calmed down a bit. Then he started singing the song from their new album, 'Midnight Memories' which they had released just a month back, that is in November.

"You tell me that you're sad and lost your way

You tell me that your tears are here to stay

But I know you were only hiding

And I just wanna see ya

You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain

And I can see your head is held in shame

But I just wanna see you smile again

See you smile again

But don't burn out

Even if you scream and shout

It'll come back to you

And I'll be here for you

Oh, I would carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark

I wish that I could take you to the start

I'd never let you fall and break your heart

And if you wanna cry or fall apart,

I'd be there to hold ya

But don't burn out even

If you scream and shout

It'll come back to you,

Back to you

Oh, I would carry you over fire and water for your love

And I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough

When the night is coming down on you

We will find a way through the dark..."

I was tearing up again. His voice was so beautiful-just perfectly husky. Harry looked at me. His eyes bore into mine and I felt both of us leaning in. My heart was beating fast. This was finally happening and after what felt like years, it did. His lips touched mine. We stayed like that, still, with our eyes closed as we took the fact that we were actually kissing. Slowly, we started moving our lips as balloons of happiness burst in my heart. He was mine. He was finally mine. The kiss was full of emotion and loads of sparks and fluttering butterflies. After we broke our kiss, we stayed like that with our foreheads touching. A blush crept onto my cheeks and so did a shy smile on my swollen lips. Harry was in the same state. I closed my eyes again and observed our breathing. When I opened them, Harry was still staring at me. I became a blushing mess and shifted away. 

"That was....awesome," Harry said and I blushed even more(if that was even possible). I stuttered,"Y-yeah I guess." Harry chuckled and pulled me into a hug. I buried my head in the crook of his neck taking in the amazing scent that was coming off him. "New cologne?" I asked him. He laughed  sending vibrations throughout my body. I pulled away. Then I started," The kiss..."

"I-I have always had feelings for you. Like feelings more than normal. When we were fifteen, I was freaking jealous of Justin. I thought that it was just a crush but through these years, being away from you, these feeling have grown. Instead of getting over you, I have started falling for you. How much ever relationships I got into, my heart always stayed with you. So will you, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, getting nervous at the end. I couldn't believe it. Tears streamed down my face as I covered my mouth. I finally found my voice and replied," Harry I've been in love with you since we were fifteen. Of course, I will be your girlfriend!" Harry looked shocked at first but then he smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead. All this was so surreal. I never thought that the day would take such a wonderful turn. 

Harry wiped the tears that were on his cheek and said,"Enough of crying. It's time I get something into my girlfriend's stomach."  Girlfriend. It sounded so wonderful when he said it and when I knew he was talking about me. He took the plate in his hand and started to feed me the pizza. Suddenly the rotten pizza started to taste like the tastiest thing on earth. After I had finished eating the pizza, Harry and I went to my room. I took my camera and clicked a photo of our intertwined hands. I snuggled into my warm covers and Harry looked at me with a smile. I made grabby hands at him and he hopped onto the bed beside me. I snuggled into his chest and he put an arm around me. I closed my eyes when I heard Harry whisper," I love you so much, Monkey." I smiled and replied back,"I love you too, Curly.."  

I drifted off into deep darkness in his embrace. It was the best sleep I had in many days...

That had been one of the best days of my life. Just thinking of that incident made me happy. But then it also reminded me that it was over now. That tomorrow I was getting married to someone else. I broke down. With uneven breaths, I turned the page to another find another photo which reminded me of yet another happy memory...

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Author's note

Did you guys like this chapter? I guess this story is going to turn out to be more than 6 chapters. Let me know how you find this story right in the comments section below and if there is any confusion between the flashback and the present, don't hesitate to ask. Also, I would like a few more reads I guess? Anyway, see you later. Goodbye, you god-like, heavenly, superb, awesome, fabulous, amazing persons who are actually reading this.

All the love,

HalizaTomran xxx.

(P.S. I made this name up and now my friends call me that. Ha for Harry, Li for Liam, Za for Zayn, Tom for Tomlinson and Ran for Horan. There you go.)

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The photo was of a tree laden with fairy lights. The photo made me drift into another memory.

2014

I snuggled into my thick covers as a fresh set of tears poured from my eyes. This was so unfair. I realised that my phone was ringing. I picked it up and wailed,"Augustus Waters is not allowed to die!!" Yes, I was watching 'The Fault in Our Stars' and was crying over the death of Augustus Waters. What, everyone does that, I am no special. I heard chuckling over the phone and I realised that it was Louis laughing at me.

"Ems, are you seriously crying over Augustus Waters?!!"

"I am, any problem?"

"No, but I am afraid you would be in one if you don't get ready."

"Why do I need to get ready?"

"Because you, future Mrs.Styles, have to go on a date with Mr Styles at 7 pm and it's already 6 and I'm sure you're still in your PJ's."

Shit. I had completely forgotten about the date and was totally freaking out. "Are you spying on me or something, cause I'm REALLY in my PJ's," I asked.

"Never mind that, we will talk about that secret power later. Right now you should get ready."

" I am freaking out you know? I don't have a dress, I don't have much time and Augustus Waters IS. STILL. DEAD!!! I am doomed, Lou, help me! " I pleaded over the phone to him.

"On one condition. You will share Harry with me. Like, forever."

That boy. "Fine" I huffed "I will share him with you but I seriously need your help right now!"

"Superman's coming to your rescue!" He replied and I could literally feel the grin in his voice. I disconnected the phone call and in five minutes Louis was at my door. You must be wondering how the hell could he come to my house so quickly. No, he did NOT turn into the real Superman. It was me who had shifted to London. A lot had happened after Harry had asked me to become his girlfriend. I had completed my education, had finally got a good job and bought a house in London. Over this year, Harry and I had grown closer than ever as a couple and Louis and I as brother and sister.

I opened the door and there Louis stood holding two shopping bags. I grinned at him and took him inside. We went to my bedroom. We sat on my bed and he took out whatever was in one of his bags. Holy crap. It was a dress. No, it was a gorgeous dress. "Its-its for me?" I asked totally speechless. Louis nodded with a smile. I jumped onto him and hugged him. "You are the best bro EVER.", I mumbled to him and he chuckled. I quickly changed and came out of my bathroom.

"I'm afraid that after seeing you in this dress, Harry is going to forget about me.", Louis sobbed and I giggled. I put on some makeup and wore the awesome high heels Louis had brought for me. (As I said before, Louis is the best bro ever.) After I was finally ready, Louis said,"I have spent so much money on you so you are gonna have to share him with me." I laughed at him when I heard a car honking. I knew it was Harry. I kissed Louis's cheek and went outside. There he was, wearing a button-down shirt (I don't know if he knows the use of buttons. They are always open halfway), sitting in a fancy car with his hair perfectly messy and looking extremely hot. I was so lucky to have him. I felt very special realising that millions of girls dreamed of being Harry's girlfriend and I was living their dream. I went and sat beside him in his car and he started driving.

"Where are we going Harry?", I asked. He smiled and said that it was a surprise. I huffed and we continued to go on. I looked outside and realised that we were on the highway. Where was the hell he taking me? After a few minutes when the flyover ended, I saw a dust-road leading into the woods. We turned that way and Harry drove inside the dense trees. Where was he taking me?! Finally, he stopped the car. I got outside. The sight in front of me left me in awe. In front of me was a shimmering lake. On its banks was a table and two chairs. The trees surrounding it were laden with fairy lights. I quickly took a photo. ( yes I did carry my camera everywhere) "Harry this is....awesome!" I exclaimed. He smiled and mumbled,"Louis really is a genius." I kept in mind thank the boy I considered to be my brother. We both went and sat in the chairs facing each other. I glanced at the lake. It looked very beautiful under the moon which had just risen into the sky. Harry gripped my hand. I looked into his green eyes. Every time I did that I seemed to fall for him even more. He smiled and I resisted the urge to poke his dimples. "What are you thinking about, Love?" he asked.
"You." I smiled and replied.
"Me too."
"I'm hungry."
"You totally ruined what could have been a moment." Harry said and we both laughed. I uncovered the plate and laughed at what was in it. Harry's face became a wonderful shade of crimson. "Cup noodles? This is the perfect date! I wonder what's in the champagne bottle." I said still laughing and Harry mumbled it was apple juice in the bottle making me laugh in a very disgraceful manner. You don't want to hear it. Anyway, to the point. We both hastily finished eating and went and sat on the ground. I put my head or Harry's shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me.

"You know I love you, right? he asked. "Hmmm," I said "I love you too. There is no question." I took a sip of apple juice and we stared at the beautiful waters in comfortable silence. "I'm scared." Harry said. I got up. I took his hand in mine and asked him,"Why Harry? We have everything. I love you and you love me. That's all we've ever wanted, isn't it?" 
"Exactly." he said "All of this is so perfect yet so fragile...I'm scared that someday my fame and I will just burst our happy balloon and it will come all crashing down. And if it does, I don't know if I'll survive...."   Harry's voice trailed off at the end and his eyebrows furrowed. I gently pecked his lips. Though these thoughts  had crossed my mind once or twice before, I knew that right now I had to help Harry (though honestly, he looked very cute as the damsel in distress.)

"Babe, you shouldn't worry. I know that the chances of either of us getting hurt due to the paparazzi or the fans is high but we need to take the risk, right? I know, by not telling about us to anybody other than the boys and the management we've just increased the risks. It kills me not to tell this to Anne, Gem and Des, but we have signed the contract and this all is for us. We should live for today. Right now I am with you, right now we are in love, so just enjoy. I don't know about tomorrow but today I am the happiest girl on the planet. There won't be anything that can tear us apart except us." I said and I truly meant it. Harry looked into my eyes and mumbled a thank you and we returned to our original position in each other's embrace.

We spent a lot of time there, talking cracking jokes, kissing. The date was not very extravagant. It was simple and sweet. But we enjoyed. We enjoyed each other's very company because we didn't get much time to spend with each other. He was not home much and we couldn't exactly go on dates in very public places. , Sometimes things really hurt but we always knew that at the end of the day we loved each other. We loved each other to infinity and that was what was necessary...

This memory was very special to me. I smiled ever so slightly. I turned the page and found a photo made me frown...

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The photo was of a broken photo frame with a photo of me and Harry. It was taken after our first break up.

January 2016

I was looking at the photos in my album as Harry lay asleep on the couch with a teddy bear. We both had changed so much. He had quite long hair now (which I thought was EXTREMELY sexy.) There were hundreds of photos showing our journey. There was one of me and Harry kissing, one with me and the boys, one with Freddie, one with Zayn(taken a year back), one with me feeding Niall tacos, one with Liam and I dressed in the Harry Potter get up, one with Louis carrying me on his back and so many more. We'd come so far. It killed me looking at my photos with Zayn cause I missed him. I really really missed him. We had been so close. I could tell him things which I couldn't to anybody else. We had that kind of connection. Even though I met Louis and Harry a lot more than the other boys, they all had a special place in my heart. Even Zayn. After he left the band, somehow I felt I lost him.

I let a tear slip from my eye when I realized that my phone was ringing. It was Gemma. She and I had been planning Harry's birthday for a while now. We had told Harry that we both would not be there for his birthday for different convincing  reasons. He fussed a lot at first but then gave in reluctantly. But the truth was that we both were going to go to his party as a surprise AND we had bought him something he had wanted for a while. A motorbike! It was in my garage covered with a cloth. I couldn't wait to see Harry's reaction when he saw the motorbike. I picked up the phone. "Hey, Emma."I heard Gemma say.

"Hey, Love."

"Let's just revise our plan for Harry's birthday, shall we? But wait, he's with you isn't he?" she asked.

I went to got up and turned around and replied,"Yup, but he's asleep so we can talk freely."

"Nice. Has Harry got any clue that we are coming?"

"Of course not. Harry doesn't know about us."

"Did he find the bike?"

"There were a couple of times he was going to find out but I covered up well."

"I remembered something, Emma. Are we going to invite Zayn? What will the management guy feel if we did, huh?"

"No, I don't think it's our decision to make. But even if we do take that decision, I really do not care what he feels."

"How are we going to give Harry the bike?"

"It's simple. I'll bring you at Harry's birthday and then we'll let the cover fall." I said.

"Well, I got to go. I love you, Emma."

"I love you too."

"More than you love Harry?" she asked.

I chuckled,"Of course. More than I love Harry. Bye." I disconnected the phone call. I turned around smiling to face a sleepy Harry with an expression of immense fury on his face sitting on the sofa. My smile faltered. "Whats the matter Harry?" I asked as I stepped closer to him. He remained still. "What happened Love?" I asked him putting a hand on his shoulder. He immediately swatted it away and almost growled,"Don't dare call me that!" Ouch. That hurt. Tears formed in my eyes but I kept strong. I asked him my voice wavering ever so slightly,"What did I do Harry?" Harry stood up and laughed humorlessly. "Don't act innocent Emma. You know exactly what I am talking about. How could you? I thought y-you really loved me. But no. Turns out you are one of those girls dating me for my credit card. I don't know about you but I really really loved you. You know what? We are over. We" he said pointing to us both,"are fucking over." By now my eyes had sprouted Niagra Falls. I SERIOUSLY didn't know what I did. Harry went to my bedside table. He picked up the photo frame containing my favourite photo of us both and threw it to the floor where it shattered. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm. He looked at me with those bloodshot eyes which not only showed love but also showed hurt and anger. "Harry..." I whispered as tears poured down his and my cheeks. "Goodbye Emma," he said and stormed out of my room and out of my house. I fell to the floor crying. I had lost him. I had lost my Harry.

I thought and thought. I tried to remember if I had done anything that could upset Harry so much. Nothing. Harry had been just fine before the phone call. Then it hit me. The phone call. Harry could only hear what I said and not what Gemma did. So practically, he heard this:-

"Hey, Love."

"Yup, but he's asleep so we can talk freely."

"Of course not. Harry doesn't know about us."

"There were a couple of times he was going to find out but I covered up well."

" No, I don't think it's our decision to make. But even if we do take that decision, I really do not care what he feels."

"It's simple. I'll bring you at Harry's birthday and then we'll let the cover fall."

"I love you too."

"Of course. More than I love Harry. Bye."

Shit. Harry thought I was cheating on him while I was talking to his fucking sister! I broke down crying. How the hell could my life become so complicated? I picked up my phone and called Harry but he refused to hear me out. This was SO messed up.

-5 days later-

I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear the nights without Harry. I couldn't live without him. Every day I called Harry, sent him trillions of messages but he paid no heed. I was tired. I was fucking tired.

Just then the doorbell rang. I opened the door. It was Liam and Niall. I took them in. We all settled on the sofa and then Liam started coldly,"What the hell is wrong with you and Harry? That day he came to my place crying his eyes out. Then he shut himself up in one of the rooms. He hasn't said one single word since that day. What happened Emma?" I started crying. Niall came next to me and rubbed my back. When I was calm again, I narrated to them the whole incident which finally made Liam not mad at me.

"Woah." Niall said stunned," I just can't believe how big an asshole Harry is being." "I swear,"Liam replied agreeing. I felt a tinge of hope having at least two people at my side. "What should I do? Harry does not want to hear even one single thing I say. How am I supposed to tell him that he is having a misunderstanding if he does not hear me out?" I said frustrated. Liam and Niall thought for a while and then Niall asked me,"You said please?"

"Hmmm."

"Now its time you use force. It's not your fault. It's not you who did anything wrong. You are NOT supposed to say sorry. Go to him. Slap him in the face. Show him who the boss is here. Go get your boy." Niall said. I nodded, determined to do EXACTLY what he said. Liam told me that Harry was at Louis's place right now. I grabbed my car keys and drove to Lou's place. I rung the doorbell with a pounding heart. After a moment, the door opened and there stood Harry looking very Harry. I did what came first in my mind. I slapped him. Like, really hard. Harry let out a "What the fuck?!!!" and stumbled inside. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said with gritted teeth,"You are going to fucking listen to me or else I'll break your face." Harry looked frightened. He gave a quick nod and I let go of him. Lou came out of the kitchen and was about to say something when I interrupted,"You are not going to move from that place or I'll kick your balls so hard that you will lose the ability to become a father ever again."Louis froze at that statement and stood right there. Perfect.

I turned to Harry and said,"How can you say I cheated on you?!! Do you even know who I was talking to?! I was talking to YOUR sister you idiot?!! We were talking about the surprise entry we were going to make at your birthday! We were talking about uncovering your motorbike! But you jumped to conclusions, you asshole!"

Harry and Louis gaped at me. "I-I didn't...So sorry" Harry stuttered. "What are you looking at me? Kiss me  before I change my mind!" I squealed. And he did. Finally!

I turned few pages and found a photo which made me beam with happiness...

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The photo was of one of Harry's shirt.

6 months back

I woke up with a terrible headache and a terrible churning in my stomach. I got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom finally emptying the contents of my stomach. I cleaned myself and trudged downstairs to surprisingly find Louis sitting on the kitchen counter reading something on his phone. When he spotted me, he immediately came to me with a glass of water and an aspirin. It's like he already knew a horrible pain was fingering my brain. I voiced my thoughts and he chuckled as I swallowed the pill. He said,"You don't remember ANYTHING from yesterday night, do you? Yesterday we went to that party, you and Harry got terribly drunk and I brought you guys home, you were making out and most probably you fucked." I was blushing by the end and it all came back to me. I remembered us drinking too much, I remembered us dirty-dancing, I remembered making out in the hallways, I remembered Harry tearing off my clo- okay I should really stop. But I didn't remember one thing. I didn't remember us using protection but I pushed that thought out of my mind and went up to my bedroom to wake Harry up.

Some 8 weeks later...

I had been feeling sick for a while now and had been having quite some cramps. After emptying the contents of my stomach yet again with Harry holding my hair I walked back to the bedroom. Harry and I settled on the bed. He then started,"Emma, you've been sick for a while now." I nodded. He continued,"I think you should take a pregnancy test." I had thought about it before but ignored it but now I thought it was inevitable.

After a trip to the chemist and taking the test, we were back in the same position on the bed. I looked at it dumbfounded. "P-positive..." I whispered. Harry froze. Oh no. He was getting angr- "I AM BECOMING A DAD, O MY GOD! THIS IS SO GREAT! THERE WILL BE A LITTLE SOMEBODY RUNNING AROUND IN THE HOUSE! O MY GOD...", Harry squealed and I breathed a sigh of relief. I laughed at Haz as he planned the future of our unborn child (I am sure I heard something about 'if she's a girl, I'm gonna allow her to date anyone she wants, but I'll need to know about it.') Harry picked me up, twirled me around and then kissed me on my lips. All this was so perfect. I had a loving boyfriend and a baby on the way. Nothing could be better.

I took a photo of the shirt I was wearing and we went back to discussing our child's future...

I placed a hand on my swollen stomach as a tear rolled down my cheek. That was the last photo in the album. After that incident, everything started going downhill and for once I had wished to forget everything that happened later so I didn't click another photo. But the memories didn't fade away. They kept coming back to me...

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The memories which I tried to block away, unfortunately, came back to me effortlessly...

Harry put me down on the bed and we turned more serious. "Harry, how are we going to tell this to your parents? Your previous management didn't let us tell anyone. I mean, your family doesn't even know that we're dating then how are we supposed to tell them that we are going to have a baby?" I asked. I was seriously worried now. What if Anne and Robin didn't accept...I couldn't let my baby grow without a family, could I? It was as though Harry read my thoughts because a worried look was etched on his face too. He thought for a while and then said,"I'm going to release my own album so I've got a new management and they're a bit better so I guess we should first talk to them first." I agreed and Harry immediately called the management people  and made an appointment with them

After an hour, Harry and I set out for the management office. I looked at Harry with a worried expression. What if all this didn't work out? I couldn't,  we  couldn't let our baby die. I didn't want to. We reached the office and enter with our hands intertwined tightly. I was scared would be an understatement. Just before opening the door and facing the management people Harry kissed my lips. We looked into each other's eyes and I only saw love, lots and lots of love. He held my hand and said in a voice which sent shivers down my spine,"Look, whatever decision is taken inside, always remember that I love you, always loved you and will always love you and you only. So no matter what happens from now, you will be my only true love." He then placed a kiss on my forehead and we walked inside together.

We were greeted by a bald man wearing a black suit who said his name was Dave. Harry and I sat opposite to him and then he spoke up,"Who might this be Harry? I'm guessing she's your girlfriend." Harry nodded and replied,"Yes she is my girlfriend and we've got a problem right now. She's pregnant." Dave's face became grim. He then spoke up,"Well, we have got a serious problem here. To keep the baby or not is completely your decision but you know there will be consequences if you do keep the baby. First of all, no one knows you both are dating so you'll literally be thrown into the fame bubble. Secondly, you Emma,  are likely to get a lot of hate, like people saying that the baby is not Harry's and stuff. Thirdly, Harry, you are in a critical stage of your career, like you're in a movie, you're releasing an album by April 2017. You are already busy shooting so if there's a pregnant lady in the picture now, how the hell are you going to complete the album? But as I said before, the decision is completely yours."  Dave leant back in his chair. I was scared. I was terribly scared for me, for Harry and most importantly for the baby. I had to, simply had to protect my child and looking at Harry, it told me that he thought so too.

The drive back home was silent. None of us said a thing because we knew that the same sequence of thoughts was going through our minds. That night, Harry didn't stay. He went back to his house because he needed to think and I let him too because I didn't want to take any decision in haste. That night I couldn't sleep because I was so very worried.

The next day morning I got a call from a seemingly exhausted Harry. He told me that we needed to talk to his parents and that he would pick me up in an hour. We drove all the way to Cheshire, but this was different. Harry was different. He didn't crack any jokes, nor did he make any cheesy comments and he looked scared. Like me. When we reached Harry's home in Cheshire, I felt my heart literally jumping in my chest and I could hear Harry repeatedly murmur to himself that everything was going to be fine. It was the first time in my life that I couldn't make myself give Harry any hope cause I was devoid of it too.

When we entered the house, we were greeted by an ecstatic Robin and a teary-eyed Anne. After hugs and 'how are you' we all settled onto the sofa. And then I started off,"Some time back, Harry and I had gone to a par-party and we, we sorta g-got drunk..." Harry continued,"And now she's pregnant with my baby." Silence. A disappointed look came onto Anne's face as I felt emptiness swallow me. "How could you Harry? I mean, you both are just friends and... Harry, I'm disappointed. Why? One night stand?"
Harry tried to explain," Mom we're-"
"No Harry. No need to say anything. We are getting Emma married to someone, this way the deed you did can be covered up. You can't become a father right now, when everything's going just fine."
I was shocked. I stammered, as tears started forming in my eyes,"I-I don't want to get m-married now, Anne. You can't do this." A smirk found its way on Anne's face as she said in a menacing tone,"Technically, I can. You're mother's will clearly states that I have the right to decide when and to whom you'll be married to so you'll do as I say, get it? Now you both, go back home, we've got so much to do for your wedding." Anne and Robin went back inside leaving Harry and I in a shocked, angry and flustered state. I had never in my life expected that Anne would say that. This was all so wrong! I couldn't get married now and if I did get married, it simply had to be Harry! I looked at Harry and the indescribable expression on his face simply tore me apart.

"L-lets go home Harry, I can't stay here." I said trembling. Harry nodded his head and we went to his car. We sat inside and Harry was about to turn the ignition to the car when he broke down. He simply broke down .  He cried and cried for five minutes and I held him. I didn't break down; I was too numb to cry just now, though I knew I was going to end up doing that once we reached home. "This....it's not fair, Emma, it's not fair. After all we've been through, this is simply not the way things should end!" Harry said between sobs. "I know Harry, I know..." was all I could say.

We drove back home in silence. Nothing could be worse...
(Continued in next chapter)

Author's note
Hi guys, I'm back. It was simply torturous making such a wonderful woman as Anne so cruel but I had to for the story. So adios amigos!
Loads of Love,
Haliza Tomran

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We reached home, as in Harry dropped me off and went home. As I had said before, I finally broke down when I snuggled into my bed. Why did things have to turn out to be this way? Why couldn't this be a goddamn fanfic where everything out of nowhere became a happily ever after?

Oxygen is indispensable. Harry is my oxygen. They were taking away my oxygen, the thing that kept me alive and the thing I kept alive in turn. We were like puzzle pieces- each incomplete without the other.

Never did the thought of abortion cross either of our mind cause all this was not the baby's fault. The baby was the result of the beautiful love Harry and I shared. The baby was the innocent outcome of the drunken love that led us to have that moment of pleasure that night. It was the only thing left of Harry which I could call mine. Not even a day that I found out about it and the baby was having all the love of the world from me. And Harry of course.

To come to think of that, they were killing Harry too, by separating him from his girlfriend and his baby. It must be hurting him so much just to think that his child was going to grow up thinking that someone else was its father. And he had made so many plans. Knowing Harry, he would want to take part in every stage of the baby's life, including my pregnancy and now all of a sudden he becomes a stranger to the baby. How cruel is that!? Then I could say it was all better for me. Though I didn't have Harry, I still did have a tiny little part of him whom I could rightfully call mine. And Harry had lost everything.

I couldn't stop crying for these thoughts kept replaying in my mind like a stuck audio tape. All I wanted to do right now was to go and hug Harry and tell him that everything was going to be alright but I couldn't. Just couldn't. I swear it would have hurt much less if either of us had cheated on the other but right know when we both knew that we were doing great yet we couldn't be together, seriously nothing could hurt more.

I cried myself to sleep. The next day morning, I woke up hoping that this was a nightmare but unfortunately, it wasn't.

Five months later (that is one month prior to the present day)

I had a visible bump now and my wedding date was getting exceedingly close. Only one month to go. I was getting married to a man called Rodrick. He was handsome, yeah, but my heart was always with Harry. It hurt not to be with him and I knew it hurt him too.

I was sitting on the sofa, a hand on my tummy, was eating peanut butter (weird cravings, you don't know how many times I made Louis get me that peanut butter jar from the supermarket. They've given him a 'free peanut butter membership card' now) and was drowned in self pity, thinking about how my life was totally fucked up. And then the doorbell rung. I opened it to find an extremely hot looking Harry. It was the first time I was seeing him in that haircut in person and boy, he looked sexy. I welcomed him in and we sat awkwardly on the sofa. Harry stared at my face making me extremely self-conscious (I reckon I had peanut butter smeared all over my face.) "Hey Monkey..." he whispered bring tears to my eyes as I remembered all those times when he had called me that (plus because his voice was waaayy too husky for my hormones which were all over the place) I simply leapt into his arms crying profusely.

And that's how we spent the whole day, like we were on our first date, we laughed like the last time, we talked and gossiped and cracked horrible jokes like the the last time, we held each other, kissed, made out like the last time cause this  was  the last time. The last time we ever did that. At the end of the day, we found ourselves sprawled on the sofa, with some dumb movie going on, Harry's large hand on my bump and my head on his shoulder.

I heard Harry sigh. I looked at him. "You know I'll -I'll be leaving today right?" Harry asked on the verge of tears. As a tear made its way down my cheek I replied,"Yeah, but I really don't want this to end. I don't want to get married to Rodrick, I don't want to be away from you, I don't want all this to happen, I don't w-"
"Go to sleep, babe. You're tired." Harry interrupted. I sighed and closed my eyes. "You'll stay right?" I whispered to him. " Always, Emma. Always. I'm never leaving you. I'll always be in your heart." 
"Okay."
"By the way, I'm releasing the song you wrote, monkey. 'The Sign of Time' is gonna be great."
I didn't reply. Cause I was I'm deep sleep in Harry's loving arms. The next day, I woke up on the bed alone. He'd left. Forever....

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(Present day i.e. April 2017)
That was it. Everything was finished. Our tiny love story had finally come to an end. I wiped my tears, closed the album and got up when two pieces of paper fell out of the album. I didn't remember putting them there. I picked them up and settled myself onto the bed. They were two letters. Addressed from Harry. With trembling hands, I opened the first letter. It was for our baby. It said:-

Dear 'My Baby',

I'm your dad (you might have guessed that by the way that I addressed you😄). My name is Harry Styles. I was 23 when I wrote this and you were not born then. You must be confused because you call someone else your dad now but the truth is I'm you daddy, dad, papa, dada. I'm your superman even though I never got the chance to be what your dad is now.
I want to tell you many things bub, but the extreme lack of paper around me now prevents me from doing so thus I'll tell you some few important things. Your mum is a beautiful woman. She is extremely strong but she breaks down sometimes. Take care of her cause I can't now. Tell her that I love her. Love her as much as I do. Protect her babe, cause she was and is the light of my life. It probably hurts her too cause we were torn apart but help her smile again. She has a wonderful award-winning smile.
I want you to know that even if we never met, I love you. I love you with all my heart and would give anything to be in your 'dad's' place. When your mum told me that she was expecting you, I was so happy! Ask your mother, I was literally jumping. I wanted to see you growing up, you know. I wanted to see you taking birth. I wanted to see you open your beautiful eyes (which I hope are like your mother's). I wanted to see your first steps, first words, I wanted to see all of it. But I couldn't. And you don't know how much that kills me now. 
Be happy, love. Do what you feel like. Let nothing stop you as it stopped your mum and I. 
Love you so much,
Your dad.

I was crying now. The letter was so beautiful. Harry had so many feelings inside him yet he always put up a smile. I opened the second letter which was for me. It said:-
Dearest Monkey,
I wrote this letter when you were asleep. There is so much I want to tell you and fitting ALL of it in this one letter was so hard. I love you, Emma. I love you so much. And our baby. It hurts me a lot to be away from you both and I just can't take it. I had always imagined in getting old together and dying together as well. But now we can't. So let's not talk about the sad stuff cause then I won't be able to complete this letter.
It was a good time, Emma, it was the best time I had with you. Our relationship was so different! I know, we did not talk enough, I know I wasn't home much, but what we had was all so special. I know the frequent times that we did have some leisure time, we never did anything, like we wasted away all the time but just cuddling and all those tiny moments, they made my life, Emma. You made my life and I'm never forgetting that. I know, you'll tell me to move on but Ems I can't. I don't want to. I don't want to forget the beautiful love we shared cause from the start, I knew you were the one. You still are the one because I won't ever love anyone as much I love you and I think you won't too. 
                               Even if tomorrow we are not together, how are they going to erase all the songs we wrote together, the songs I wrote about you? The most prominent proof, the baby with my DNA, how are they going to undo that? Our love has left a mark, Emma.
                              Take care of our baby. Make me a proud father. I know it's hard without anyone to help you in your pregnancy and I really did want to help. But stay strong. Stay strong for our baby and for me too because I'm sure I'll break. I love you so much babe, so so much. I.....
                            I wanted to tell you, I want to meet you before you get married. I'll be at our place till 4:00 am before you get married. Meet me if you can? Please. I love you so much, always remember that.
                                                                                                                                                                                              Yours Lovingly,
       Curly ❤️❤️

I glanced at the clock. 3:30 am. I still had time. I quickly got up, changed into some better clothes, took my purse and jumped into my car. I drove all past the flyover, from the dust-road into the woods to the clearing. I stopped the car and got out. There he was, standing on the bank of the lake with his back toward me. I burst into sobs and he turned behind. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and were dull with sadness. I walked up to him and fell into his arms and we cried in silence.

"Do we...do we have to do this?" Harry asked in a strangled voice.
"I don't want to but I have to, Harry.", I replied. He stepped back from me and started singing in his angelic voice," This time I'm ready to run. Escape from the city and follow the sun, cause I wanna be yours, don't you wanna be mine, I don't wanna get lost in the dark if the night..." I was dumbfounded. I asked,"You want to run a-away?"
"Yup. You want to be with me right, then I don't care about the world. I have finished the movie, released the album and now all that's left is you." Tears streamed down my face. "Omg yes, Harry! Of course. I wanna get away from all of this."
"So let's go."
"Where to, Haz?"
"I don't know"

We climbed into my car and Harry started driving. I looked at him. The shine in his eyes had returned. He was happy. I didn't know about the future. I didn't know if running away was the right decision. I didn't know what we were going to do after this. I didn't know if everything was going to be fine or no but I was with Harry and that's what mattered the most.....

Author's note
And that's a wrap-up! It's finally done! I am so happy Harry and Emma are back. I can't believe that I have finally completed the story. I'll put an epilogue to tell you guys were Harry and Emma exactly went. So long friends! 
Loads of Love,
Haliza Tomran.

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Harry's POV (surprise!!)
Life was beautiful and happy. It had been three months since Emma and I had run away. We had driven and driven for almost five hours through the woods over some hills when we had found a tiny village. We went there and talked to the people. They were kind and let us stay there when they heard our story. Though they knew who I was, they swore that they won't inform the paparazzi and Emma and I couldn't be more grateful. We had bought a nice little cottage there and decorated it nicely. The village was all we needed. It had all the basic facilities. The village was like a huge family who readily took us in. We were surrounded by nature and connection to the outer world was almost lost in this wonderful place which we now called home. I knew that there would be a day that we'd have to go back but till then, we just had to live in the moment...

A few days later...

I was sweating profusely and was very worried. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as Emma squeezed my hand and screamed yet again. Right now, we were in a tiny public hospital, it was three past midnight and they were delivering our baby under the light of a freaking candle! I was so panicky that I kept feeling that something was gonna go wrong. What if something happens to Emma or the baby?! I cannot afford that! When Emma let out an ear-piercing scream as another contraction hit her and she pushed, I couldn't help but scream along with her. Seeing me in that condition, Emma laughed while sobbing a little! She freaking laughed! This was not even funny! The doctor said while chuckling," Mr Styles, we've had had to calm down the mother multiple times but never the father! Look at her, even Emma's smiling!" I mean, hey! I have a girlfriend who is yelling at the top of her voice and is pushing a baby out of her hole, there is a thunderstorm is going on outside, there is no electricity around and I am becoming a father at 23! Ain't I SUPPOSED to be panicked?! I shut my eyes tight and hoped for all this to end quickly. A few minutes later, a beautiful sound filled the room and the world around me stopped. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes (rather painfully as I had shut them too tightly) to see a sight that left me in awe. My extremely tired, sweaty, yet strong and glowing girlfriend was holding a tiny bundle of blue in her hand. My baby was here. O MY GOSH, I WAS A DAD!!! a tear subconsciously rolled down my cheek. I place a ginger kiss on Emma's forehead who was too tired and speechless to say anything at all and gently took the baby in my arms. "It so tiny!"I whispered as another tear splashed onto the baby's face and heard Emma chuckling at me. The baby's nose was a lot like Emma's and I hoped his eyes were too, but I was proven wrong. When he (yes it was a boy!) opened his eyes I saw that they were neither green nor brown; they were an icy shade of blue. I smiled at him and a fresh set of tears spilt from my eyes...

After an hour of congratulations, hugs and 'whom does he look like's, I was finally left alone with Emma (who was peacefully sleeping with the baby beside her) and Louis (who had driven all the way up to here so that he didn't miss the birth of his godchild.) "Have you thought of any baby names?" Louis asked me as he took the baby(who was now wide awake) in his arms. I nodded saying,"We agreed on Adam Styles." "Nice name, suits him, doesn't it?" Louis said smiling at me. "Yup" I replied. I couldn't help but coo when Adam scrunched up his nose and let out a tiny sneeze. "Well, I gotta go. I've got a son of my own to look after. I am so proud of you both!" Louis said and handed me the baby. He then gave me a side hug and went on his way.

Now, I was alone with Emma and Adam. I couldn't believe that such a beautiful creature like Adam was my son. "Curly..." I heard Emma say and I went up to her with the baby. She shifted to a side and I sat beside her with the baby in my arms.

"Isn't he lovely?" Emma asked me as she cradled Adam in her arm. "There's no question."

"Would I be able to become a good mother, Haz?"

"Emma you already are a great mother. I have never seen any woman as strong, loving, carefree but not careless, and so stubborn as you. I can never meet someone like you who's not you"

"I love you so much, Curly."

"You too, Monkey."

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Emma's POV

Harry and I were snuggled onto the sofa with Adam in between us. I glanced at the clock. 2:00 am. Adam was a year old and a very giggly baby, by the way. Also, he liked to babble a LOT. He had icy blue eyes (like Niall). His nose was like me but other than that, he was definitely a daddy's boy. He already had curls and very prominent dimples. Also, he seemed to be a very nocturnal creature. Harry and I were extremely tired because Adam here had been feeling extremely energetic that night while I was sure that Harry and I were absolutely knackered. "Dada..." Adam whined as he squirmed in Harry's arms. Harry had fallen asleep. No way mister. I had been entertaining Adam for an hour straight so it was Harry's turn. I shook him and he woke with a start. "Dada!!" Adam screamed again and Harry stood up with a jolt. Adam started to giggle and he turned around. Harry picked Adam up. "You monster...do you what monsters get?"

"Shu up"

Harry looked at me, stunned. "Who taught him that?"

"Louis did."

"Uncwel Lou!! Uncwel Lou! Wanna go dada!" Adam squealed bouncing in Harry's arms. Harry groaned. "Uncle Louis must be asleep. Why don't you go to sleep too, bub?" I asked.

"Shu up!!!"

Harry and I sighed. Harry looked Adam in the eye. "You will go to sleep and tomorrow we will take you to meet Uncle Lou and Freddie. Do we have a deal?"

"Dweel."

Harry cradled Adam in his arms and started singing Sweet Creature. Slowly, Adam drifted away. We were a happy family...

The next day, we went to Louis's place as we had promised Adam who had a blast there. Then Harry had to hurry because he had an interview with James Corden. We had decided that it was time that the fans got to know about us. A little while later, Liam, Niall and Zayn came home. Yes, Zayn. I had met up with Zayn the same day that Louis had met up with him and had broken the non-existent ice. As Liam, Niall and Zayn were playing with Adam, the show started. Harry started off with 'Only Angel'. I still got the feels. Then the questions began.

"So Harry, you had disappeared for a year. What was all this about?"

"Umm...there had been a lot of stuff going on recently...I don't know where to start."

"Well, let's start with your relationship status."

"Definitely not single and crazy in love."

"Wow, Harry! How long has this been going on?"

"4 years."

"O. My. God. You've hidden this relationship for so long! So all those girls, they were just to hide this?"

"Yup. We are a very happy family you know."

"Family? Is there someone else?"

"Yes. I have a son. He just turned a year old."

"O MY GOSH HARRY I'M LITERALLY FANGIRLING!!! This is crazy! Tell me more. What's his name?"

"You are being very cute James. Well, his name is Adam James Styles. "

"You named his middle name after me, that's sweet. But Harry that's so much!! I need to know the entire story, ok?"

"Right. So back when I was fifteen, I had joined a new school. I sucked at maths so our professor told a girl to tutor me. And she was the most beautiful girl ever, you know. I was mesmerized the moment I saw her. We met up and she TRIED to teach me maths but I think she failed miserably. She-"

"Wait a minute. Can you tell us that lucky girl's name?"

"Oh, her name is Emma Anderson. So where was I? Yes, so as time passed Emma and I became best of friends but to me, she was just so much more. I was practically in love with her since then but she already had a boyfriend. So the day they broke up -that idiot cheated on her- it was one of the happiest moments I experienced. But that was also the day that I told her that I was auditioning for X Factor and that maybe we may not meet again that frequently. But being the beautiful person she is, Emma did not say a thing. She told me to follow my dreams and let nothing tie me down. A year went by, One Direction happened, What Makes You Beautiful was released and we were buzzing. But I never forgot about her. Just the fact that I was so in love with her yet couldn't be with her hurt a lot so I tried to move on but I terribly failed. It was Emma's seventeenth birthday and the boys decided that I've had enough. They made me call Emma and you know what her first words were? She was like "whoever you are, this better be important or I'll find you and beat the shit out of you." I was almost scared you know."

"Fierce lady is she?"

"Definitely. So then the boys and I talked to her and stuff and we kept in touch after that. Just a day after her birthday, Emma's parents died in an accident and it really broke her. Even I was going through a rough time then, like there was a lot of hate coming and there were rumours and stuff. So talking to each other really helped."

"Awww. But when did it become official?"

"I am coming to it. So we used to each other every day and one day I just couldn't take it. So I had to my mum's place and Emma called and I was like I'm coming in five. I went to her place and she broke down. I sang to her and we finally kissed. I told her that I loved her and she said that she thought that I was never going to say that. I asked her to become my girlfriend and everything was...great. Untill that is we decided that we wanted to become official. We talked to the management and they did not approve. They wanted me to date someone famous. And from there came all those exes. Most of the girls that I had fake dated were really sweet and knew my problem but yes, there was one who is just still....bitchy about it. Yeah, moving on. Emma and I were going great and the boys knew about it. We went through some ups and downs and I just almost blew it off by doing something stupid but you don't need to know that. So once we went to a party and got drunk shit and some weeks later, voila, we were expecting a baby!! I was really scared at first but I knew that Emma was the one so we both were over the moon. But then, no one knew about us so we knew that it would such a big risk having a baby right then. We could not even have an abortion, we were totally against that and even the management was against this. So we kinda just ran away. We bought a tiny cottage and in three months we got baby Adam. You would love him, James. He is a very giggly baby and he loves to babble around."

"Woah, that's a lot to take in. But I would love to meet him. Can you show me his pic?"

"Ya sure."

Harry brought out his phone and showed James one of my favourite pics of Harry and Adam. 

The picture was shown on the screen behind and the crowd awwed. I almost let out a tear as Adam pointed to the t.v screen form Zayn's hand and squealed "Dada!" The show ended. A few minutes later, the social media was going crazy because hey, all of a sudden, Harry wasn't single anymore AND  was the third member of One Direction to have a baby. Suddenly, I got a notification. Harry had posted two photos. One of him and Adam and one of him and me.

I was so happy. Everything was back to normal. I looked at my crazy huge family. I was in love and had a child. It was a happily ever after...