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After the loss of two children you never got to meet, Harry had been grief ridden for his wife. YN had the optimism Harry couldn’t bear to have during that time. She tried her best to keep him determined that they would one day have a child. They had tried for two years straight, and as of 10 months ago they stopped deliberately trying, and just left it to divine timing. There were doctor appointments to see if something was off with either of them and everything came back clear. The couple tried IVF, and that also wasn’t for them. Harry couldn’t believe that YN was sitting here pregnant after all this time. Harry quickly remembered his album and tour that was supposed to happen, and panic rushed through him. “I-I need to push back the album. I'll call Jeff, and tell him to postpone the tour.” “Absolutely not, you’re not pushing anything back, H. You’re releasing the album, and you’re going on tour. This baby will have to fit into our lives, we’re going to have a tour baby.” Harry smiled at his wife hugging her tightly, he didn’t know how this was going to happen. All he knew is that he loved and trusted his wife. If he had her he could get through anything.

2. trending topic

The world was preparing for the release of the album “Saturn Return”. He had given it that title because he believed he was in his life's peak. Harry was elated as he did his press tour. He felt reconnected to his fans in a way where he had missed them. As Harry was in the green room preparing for his last appearance before the album dropped, Harry’s manager, Jeff walked into the room with his phone in hand. “We have a slight situation going on. Pictures of YN leaving her gym class were released today. She looks visibly pregnant in them. I could release a statement to the press to calm the media, or we can ignore it.”

Harry was furious because he knew that where YN was pictured was an alley. She tried her best to be as inconspicuous as she could. YN was bent over, tying her shoe, and her shirt came up, revealing her growing belly. “I’m sure she’s going to be upset at herself,” Harry kissed his teeth, hating that he would have to break the news of this to his wife. As he continued scrolling online, he saw how fans defended their beloved YN, and Harry appreciated the support at this time. Harry looked at the time and would have to be out there in five minutes. So, he quickly dialed YN. When she answered the phone, Harry explained what had just happened, and the couple decided that the media wouldn’t push them to say anything. This was for them to reveal when they wanted to. Harry rushed to the stage as Jeff followed him, “I want you to make sure there are no questions about what is out right now, no family questions in general. Understood?” He said to Jeff sternly.

As not only a husband but now a father it was his duty to protect his unborn child. Jeff nodded and spread the message. Not commenting on this assumption from the press didn’t make it die down. It only brought more media attention to the couple. On the night of the album release, Harry decided to have a private dinner in New York to celebrate his achievement. YN wore a dress that took attention away from her bump, but as the couple approached the restaurant, paparazzi attacked the couple, asking questions, and someone hit YN, making her nearly fall to the ground. “Move back. Get the fuck away from her,” he created a barrier around YN, making sure she was on her feet. “You okay, doll?” “I’m fine. That just scared me.” Harry held her hand, pressing a brief kiss to her hand as they walked through the door. The media only got worse as time went on. He knew that they wouldn’t stop until they had an answer. So, YN thought of a way to announce the tour that Harry couldn’t resist. Harry’s hand hovered over the “share” button on Instagram as he looked at his wife. “You sure?” “Yes, press it, Harry. It’s now or never.” Harry hit the button and shut off his phone. Within ten minutes of the post being out, the couple was trending on Twitter with one simple post.

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3. not your average gender reveal

YN had just become accustomed to tour life, and she would soon be leaving to prepare to give birth. Harry pampered her throughout the tour, ensuring she had her own dressing room to cater to all her needs. YN was sad to say she would leave the tour, but soon, her baby would be here. Harry took it seriously that he wouldn’t have YN flying for the last two months of her pregnancy. In the four months, YN had been on tour with Harry, fans loved pregnant YN content. She was considered a style icon with her looks not only during their time off but at shows. YN would sometimes be recorded more at his shows than him, as fans would see her on the side of the stage dancing with her pregnant belly. Harry often joked with fans and asked them about his dad's jokes and if he needed to improve them. Fans would boo or cheer, and it became a fun section of the show. “How about that one, honey?” Harry asked YN on the mic, putting her on blast. As the fans turned their attention to YN, her reaction would be what the audience followed with. YN shook her head and threw out a thumbs down. Then, the crowd followed with booing. “I love constructive criticism. I’ll work on a better one. I’m trying to make my baby laugh when they get here. I would rather get booed here than with my baby.” He shot YN a wink and continued to the next song.

The moment between the couple went viral, and people wondered what the child's gender was. As the couple sat in the bath together after a show, YN thought of something that had been in her head for two weeks since fans had been asking about the gender of their child. Harry rubbed on her growing bump and hummed as he felt himself destressing. “Harry, we should do a gender reveal for my last show with you. Well, the last one for my time on tour, what do you think?” “This tour has felt like a special one. I can’t describe it, but it feels more personal than past ones. I think that would be a great idea.” Harry’s team got ready for the big day and decided that the best idea for this last-minute gender reveal would be to do it right before the closing song, “Kiwi.” YN would be joining him on stage for the first time since they’ve been together, which would also be a massive moment for the couple. Harry took a sip of water after finishing up a song, and he couldn’t help but smile at himself, knowing that the crowd was about to go crazy. “Now, I hate to say that we are coming to an end. But we are. Soon, you will be stuck in traffic, and I will be thinking of you all and the laughter we have shared. Before you go, though, I want to invite a special guest. To all you people trying to sneak off, I see you, so sit down. You won't want to miss this. Please welcome my wife, YN Styles, to the stage.”

YN comes from stage left with a big black balloon, making the crowd scream so loud her ears begin to hurt. “Everyone calm down. My baby is sleeping. Shhh.” Harry said to the crowd as he embraced YN. “Many of you don’t know, but, today is my wife’s last show with me.” The crowd began to say “no” collectively, sounding upset she was making a departure. “It will only be a short break, but when she returns, our baby will be here. So, today, we will be celebrating our baby before their arrival. YN, will you give us the honor of sharing the gender of our baby?” Harry said as if it was nothing, and it was at that exact moment all phones in the room were up, ready to capture the iconic moment happening before them. “Wait, before you pop it, let's add some suspense, right?” Harry looked toward the band as they teased the crowd with music. There was anxious screaming across Wembley Stadium. At each sound of the music, you heard and felt the tension. Harry gave YN the cue to pop the balloon, and as she did, pink confetti flew out, causing the crowd to squeal, cry, and shout, saying how they knew it was a girl. The instrumental to Kiwi started. YN and Harry shared a sweet kiss as YN exited the stage. At the show's end, pink fireworks ended the best night of Harry’s career.

4. tour baby

Everything has been perfect for Harry and YN for the past three months. They couldn’t be happier with their baby girl Genevieve, or Vivi as Harry called her. YN left the tour five months ago, and now she had their three-month-old daughter in her hands, staring back at her. Harry decided to go on break during the middle of his tour to spend three months with his family without worrying about it. YN gave birth in December of 2025, and now, in April, Harry would be heading back for tour, and YN would be joining him again. Harry had been so consumed by their bubble that he almost dreaded coming back for a tour. YN would be lying if she said she wouldn’t miss his attention, and his time. It was the sad side of touring that she was familiar with. YN always knew his family was his number one priority. Now, going back on tour, the fact of the matter is that they aren’t his only priority. Naturally, with Harry touring, it could weigh down on him. He became tired easily or just lacked being attentive in other areas. It wasn’t necessarily his fault.

The tour just consumes his life. Harry had promised her that he wouldn’t let that happen this time around. YN was going through postpartum depression, and expressed to Harry her feelings. Harry took that into account and constantly tried to pour love into YN. Sometimes, his sugar honey kisses got her through the day. YN felt wholly supported as she transitioned to becoming a mother. Harry was the perfect spouse during this time; as Harry prepared to return to tour, there had to be many accommodations for Vivi and YN. Harry wanted to ensure they had everything and more that they needed. Harry was nervous about his baby girl coming to tour, he knew the media would wish to have the first look at his child. His only priority was to protect his family. Over the break, Harry and YN had many talks about the transition that would be taking place. Nannies were in place for the rest of the tour, and there was a schedule the couple would try their best to follow.

On the first day back from tour, the crew fell in love with Vivi. Harry made sure to have a long talk with everyone about the boundary with his most precious gift the world gave him, and he made sure to have NDAs signed for anyone who would be working on the tour. If news were to leak about Vi, he doesn’t know how he would react. Truly he would feel betrayed. As Harry was on stage, he saw signs all around the stadium asking about his baby girl. “She’s happy, we’re happy,” Harry said to a fan sign. Towards the middle of the concert, fans across the Camp Nou stadium got a notification while Harry was dancing across the stage, which caused all of them to scream.

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5. bittersweet first birthday

Vivi was the star of the tour, and as her first birthday approached, she knew this. As she gained consciousness, she joined Harry for soundcheck and even joined him in singing (which was just her screaming). Harry was overjoyed that it seemed like his baby girl was enjoying this side of his life. He had many fears that she would be scared of the loud music, but instead, she embraced it. As Vi got older, YN thought it would be good to start showing her to attend concerts.

Typically, during shows, Vivi would be backstage with a nanny. During Vivi's 6 months on tour, she finally sat in a suite with YN, watching her father perform on stage, and it seemed that she enjoyed it. At nine months old, even though she had protective earphones, YN often caught her hanging on to the songs she once knew in the womb. It looked as if she was relearning them as the months flew by. Now, one day away from her first birthday, Harry and YN both share tears about this bittersweet birthday. Of course, the couple was happy that their child was turning one year old while Harry was on tour, but the tour would end a month after Vi’s birthday, and it felt like an era of all of their lives would be ending. Vi was conceived right before this era of their lives, and Harry had reached heights of his career that he had never reached before. He had to credit this to his wife and child for all attributes.

Harry felt a sense of motivation and drive that he never had before. Vi was the inspiration for everything in his life, and he knew that shortly after this tour ended, he would be working on an album dedicated to his daughter. Watching her grow had caused him to jot down small notes about what he would write about for the next album. Vi was the inspiration of his life. Harry wanted to share his daughter with fans because they patiently waited and never invaded his space in public when they saw his daughter was with him. Harry kept Vi’s identity under wraps, although some articles would pull different things together about what they thought his daughter looked like. Sharing the most private thing in Harry’s life made him anxious; he was exposing Vi to the public eye's scrutiny. Harry knew how difficult it would be to keep her hidden as she grew into a toddler.

As she got older, Vi would attempt to snatch the blankets off that kept her hidden, or she would try to peek out from her stroller as the flashing noises from cameras were on her. Harry knew he wouldn’t show her often, so he wanted the first time to be a special occasion. Once he brought up the idea of singing “Happy Birthday” to her on stage to YN, it was something YN had to agree to. As Harry performed to a crowd of 78,000 people, he knew it was time for his surprise before he took a brief intermission. His fans didn’t necessarily know the date of Vi’s birthday, so this would be something else that was personal to him. “If you all would join me, it’s a very special someone’s first birthday.” The crowd cheered loudly as Harry laughed briefly at the reaction, opening his eyes in shock at the loud cheering. “That’s the best you can do?” He said sarcastically as the crowd screamed louder. “I think we should bring our guest out on stage…what do you say?” As the crowd continued to cheer, it dawned on them that this would be the first look at his daughter. “Don’t scare her too bad; she’s new to show business. Welcome my pride and joy to the stage, Vivi. Come here.” YN sat Vi down and YN instructed her to walk to Harry. Vivi walked out on stage to her father with stumbling legs as if the stage and crowd were second nature to her. As Vi walked into Harry’s opening arms, the crowd loudly aww’ed as Vi laid her head on Harry’s shoulder. “Now, don’t make my baby cry. Let’s have a nice hushed happy birthday to my Vi.” The crowd listened to Harry and joined him in singing to Vivi. Which seemed to surprise her as the crowd said her name to her, “Happy birthday, Vivi,” Harry said, then he pressed a kiss to the side of her head feeling more emotional than he thought he would.

Vi clung to his body as Harry walked off stage to an emotional YN. When the show ended, the crew decided to do something special for Vivi, which had Harry and YN thanking everyone for hours afterward. That night in the hotel, Genevive was sleeping in between the couple after her sugar crash from eating too much cake. Harry and YN watched the online outpour of love and admiration for their baby.

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Harry and YN reacted to different comments, which also led to playful arguments about who she looked more like. YN was happy with her decision that Harry continued to go on tour, creating memories for a lifetime as a family. Everything fell into the right place for the couple, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. As weeks passed, Harry was on cloud nine when his tour ended, and he couldn’t wait until the next tour to see how much more involved Vi would be. He thought of including her throughout his next album, too. He just wanted something to capture her at this age, his personal time capsule. His family slept upstairs in their London home, and before he joined his wife for bed, he posted one last picture to conclude the end of this era.

Harry could admit he fell in love with her, yet Luna had no idea about Harry’s feelings towards her. Luna continued with her life as normal, while Harry continued to suffer in silence. He knew how Luna was and that her motto was to cut off men once they fell in love. She told the world she enjoyed her life as a single lady in Hollywood. So, as Harry spent the time drowning in his feelings, he caught inspiration to write a song when a picture in the tabloids was released of her with a star athlete. He couldn’t control his jealousy, which was feasting inside him. He was angry, saddened, and felt like an idiot for being in love with someone who told him she wasn’t going to be tied down. Harry continued to pour his emotions on paper, letting go of everything he felt. What he forgot about, though, is that Luna was coming to listen in on his studio session, and this was the only song he was going to record today. This is Luna and Harry’s thing. They were both artists, so it wasn’t out of the norm for them to listen in on their studio sessions and provide notes. 

Harry genuinely didn’t want to record this infront of her, but he couldn’t waste paid studio time either. Instead of consistently checking the time, he decided to leave the studio for a smoke break. With each inhale, he felt the stress leave his body until he watched her sleek red Mercedes Convertible pull into the parking lot. Her curly hair was all over the place as she pulled in; her eyes were on Harry’s immediately as she parked. She stepped out of the car with a smile, hoping Harry would forgive her for running a little late. Harry watched as the Los Angeles sunset dipping below the valley illuminated her skin. Harry kept his eyes on her, continuing to smoke and soak in the sound of her heels hitting the pavement. She looked beautiful as she approached Harry; without a word, she grabbed the cigarette from his hands, taking a hit of it.

“You mad at me?” Luna said, exhaling the smoke as it brushed across Harry’s face. 

He shook his head ‘no’ because he truly wasn’t mad. Even if he were, she would never know it. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago.” He said, eying her up and down. Lust and anxiety coursing through his veins.

“I got caught up in something. Forgive me, sweetheart,” she said with puppy eyes. Her eyes still held this twinkle in them as if she was playing a game with him.

“Something or someone,” Harry said, letting the jealousy slip. He hated when his mouth would speak before his brain could. Luna smiled at his words, throwing the finished cigarette on the ground and crushing it under her heel.

“Are you sure you want to know?” she smirked, moving past him to enter the studio. Harry felt a slight pang in his chest as he followed her inside. As Luna entered, she sat on the couch and said hello to the sound engineer. Harry nervously picked up the paper and headed to the booth. Just before he got in, Luna called out to him.

“I’m excited to hear the song, Harry.” Her eyes were glowing, and Harry could tell that she was being genuine. Harry and Luna shared a deep connection when it came to music. They both had the utmost respect for each other as artists. Harry smiled at her, briefly looking at her before entering the booth. Harry put on his headphones and signaled that he was ready. Once the beat of the song kicked in, Harry watched as Luna bobbed her head to the music and waited for Harry to start singing. Harry felt his throat swell up in trepidation. Instead of focusing on Luna, he closes his eyes and sings from his heart. 

Oh-oh, here she comes

Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up

Oh-oh, here she comes

She's a man-eater

Harry finally opened his eyes when he got to the middle of the song. He looked through the glass as he watched Luna on the couch with an unreadable expression. Her legs were crossed as he watched her hanging leg bounce. As the song faded out, they kept eye contact with each other. The song engineer cleared Harry to remove his headphones, and He watched as Luna stood on her feet, waiting for him to come out. Harry apprehensively stepped out of the booth, feeling the immediate tension filling the room. Harry could see her facial expression had morphed into clear anger, so he decided to have the room for himself for a while. When they were both alone, Harry chose to speak up. 

“How did you like the song,”

“How did I like it?” She asked, irritation coursing through her body. “Let me think of how I feel,” she laughed mockingly. 

“Listen, I know how it sounds, but hear what I have to say first.”

“Why should I listen to you right now? You brought me here to shame me. All because your feelings are a little hurt, suddenly I should come with a warning label. Well, newsflash, Harry, I told you everything upfront from the beginning.” 

“I know that, but trust me when I say none of what you said matters now. Not when I feel like this, not when you know I feel like this about you.”

“Don’t do that. You’ve never told me anything, Harry you-”

“Cut the shit, just because I haven’t verbally mentioned it, I know you know. You know it in the way I kiss you, in the way I touch you, and when I make love to you. That’s on me that I never said anything, and I hate that it had to come out in this way, but don’t act oblivious. I never told you because I know you’ll run away like you have with others.”

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“Because if that’s the risk I must take, then so be it. I can’t live with this inside me anymore. If you decide to run off, that’s on you. Yes, I will admit my feelings were upset seeing you with someone else. I wrote a song about it. That’s what I do. When I can’t speak my feelings, I sing them. This is the only song I was going to record today. I promise it wasn’t to hurt you in any way.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt getting called a maneater.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms around each other as she turned her back to Harry.

Harry watched her and decided to step closer to her, “I apologize if I hurt you; that’s never what I want. You have to believe me on that. I’m saying it now: I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours,” Harry pleaded with her. Luna soaked in his words, hearing the sincerity in his voice. She couldn’t face him. Yes, Luna believed him and knew that Harry wasn’t lying at all when he said she secretly knew. She did. She enjoyed feeling like Harry would always be there. It was this feeling of security she didn’t have with any of the other men she would casually date. This sense of security was something that she was scared to have pulled away. She didn’t want to commit out of fear of relationships, yet she knew she didn’t want Harry to be gone forever. Even though she knew Harry loved her, she thought she had a longer time to decide whether to commit. It felt like she was now faced with an ultimatum. Instead of answering him, she deflected. “Harry, you’ve seen girls to-.” She was once again cut off with Harry’s words.

“No, don’t do that. You know, every single girl is PR. I stopped doing that altogether once I felt more serious about you. Don’t divert this back to me. Do you want me at all? Or is this where this ends.” Harry said with a deep breath, finally asking the question. He would be lying if he didn’t feel like 100 pounds were sitting on his heart, waiting to be lifted off. All it would take for this anxiety to lift is her uttering the word, ‘Yes, Harry, I want you.’ Yet, what he heard come out of her mouth next left him shocked where he stood. Luna turned to face him with a stone-cold expression, “I can’t do this, Harry.” Luna walked past him to exit the studio, brushing his shoulder as she passed. As her hand touched the cold door handle to leave, Harry muttered what he thought would be his last word to her. 

“This is what you do, Luna. You run away, and I don’t know why I thought it would be any different for me.” Harry said, feeling himself getting more emotional that he wanted to be infront of her. Without another word, Luna slammed the door behind her.

As she walked down the long hallway, her heart and mind raced. ‘What did I do?’ She thought to herself. She knows she has a connection with Harry. Without a doubt, she knows that. Yet, she was still scared to commit. Past relationships had driven her to live this bachelorette lifestyle. Luna stopped in her tracks, leaning against a wall. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself. Luna had a real decision to make right now. She could either run off to her car and avoid Harry forever. Or go back into that studio to be with the only man who has ever treated her right. Luna finally knew she could listen to her heart, saying just to trust. She had spent years listening to her brain and severed many lovers because of her mind. Her heart was saying to her don’t let this one go, Luna turned on her heels and headed back in the same direction she left. Harry was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, soaking in everything that had just happened. He heard the door open and, without looking, thought it was the sound engineer returning.

“Hey man, I need a few more minutes.”

“I love you, Harry Styles. I’m sorry it took this long for me to admit it.” Harry’s head shot up in shock, looking at the door. He watched Luna close the door behind her as he rose.

“Say it again,” he said breathlessly as she approached him. As she reached him, her hands went on opposite sides of his face, and she looked him in the eyes. 

“I love you, and I want you. I want this. There are no promises for how fast we will go, though. I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time.”

“I don’t care if we take one inch a day. That’s all I needed you to say.” Harry towered over her, pressing his lips on her. Luna leaned in the kiss, soaking up all of Harry’s love. Her heart felt something it hadn't in a while, true peace. It felt as if all the walls she had spent so hard creating came crumbling down all at once. Harry picked her up, sitting on the couch with her in his arms. Harry deepened the kiss, tangling his hands in her hair. Luna relaxed in his lap as her body felt like it was on fire. Harry broke the kiss as they both panted against each other's lips. Both of their mouths curved up into a smile.

“Sloane, I love you. I think I always have. It’s impossible not to be. I promise I want this.” Luna’s cheeks beamed at her real name slipping from his lips. She couldn’t begin to explain this feeling in her body. 

“I’m excited about this, Harry. And you’re doing a real civil duty keeping me from eating more men.” She said, teasing him about the song.

“Baby, If the song upset you, I’ll scrap it.” Her index finger lightly brushed over his lips to shush him. 

“To say it upset me is an understatement. I would be a complete fool if I watched you let go of that song. It’s a great song and can be our little secret that it’s about me.”

“Deal, baby.” Harry smiled at her, happy that she was okay with him putting the song out.

“Now you have to make it up to me, though,” she said seductively. That’s all it took for Harry to feel that similar yearning. 

It wasn’t a feeling that randomly sprung up out of jealousy of her being with someone that wasn’t him; no he knew since the tender age of sixteen that he was in love with her. When Y/N moved to the neighborhood is when their story started. 

The street they lived on was mainly filled with people in the middle-ages part of their lives. So, when Harry caught word from his mother that a family had moved in next door with a daughter his age he was overjoyed.  He devised a plan to go over there and introduce himself. 

Harry and his mother walked over, and greeted Y/N’s family; but the girl his age was nowhere in sight. It was only when a loud crash came from upstairs starting the house, Y/N made her appearance. When Harry glanced at the clumsy girl at the top of the stairs whose cheeks were blushed with embarrassment he was gone for her. He wasn’t sure that he believed in love at first sight, but he knew that he was going to stop at nothing to get to know her better. 

After their introduction, everything just started to fall into place for him. Harry would try to leave his window open to hear what kind of music she had blasting from her room; so that the next time he saw her they would have something to talk about. Or how he would try to find any excuse to go over to their house.

Whether it be to ask for an ingredient that was already in his house or make up a lie that he forgot his key and his mom was at work; he just did what he had to do to get any chance to talk to her. It worked. Slowly but surely, Harry and Y/N became two peas in a pod. 

Everyone in their neighborhood and at school recognized them as a pair only. If you were searching for one they were for sure with the other. If you saw one of them missing the other would get questioned about where the missing link was. Not only were they the best of friends, but they were the first everything to each other. Both of them trusted each other more than they did anyone else in the world. So, it was only natural that one day while they were studying in Harry’s room Y/N spoke up to him. 

“Harry, have you ever kissed someone?”

“Of course, loads of people.”

“You’re forgetting I know you better than I know myself, liar.” 

“Fine, I’m caught. Have you kissed someone?”

“No, I don’t trust anyone.”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“So, would you kiss someone you trusted just to get it over with?”

“Stop asking me questions you goofball, and kiss me.”

That was only the start of the way their relationship shifted in a way there was no turning back for him. For the rest of their schooling, they acted like a couple without ever defining what it was. Of course, it wasn’t something that Harry liked. He fucking hated it, but at the time he thought it was better to keep it that way. He thought that if they put a label on it, and they broke up he would lose her as a best friend.

Time passed and they remained as close as ever, but once they graduated from school, Harry and Y/N moved to different universities. The distance never made him stray away from his feelings for her, once they both had winter break he decided that he would tell her over the holidays. His plan was put on to a halt when Y/N showed up with a boyfriend.

It was obvious that she didn’t carry the same feelings as him, so he moved on. Just because he forced himself to move on doesn’t mean the feelings were resolved. If anything it was worst for him because with each girlfriend he had, he found himself subconsciously comparing each new partner to Y/N. Self-sabotage some might call it. So, now he was in his late twenties, single, and watching the love of his life get married. 

Harry had many regrets in his life, but one that haunted him was the fact that he never gave them the proper chance. He was young and foolish, but still left with the same feelings he had at sixteen. 

“Are you ready to see her?” A voice spoke out making Harry shoot his head up getting out of his head. Y/N’s older sister was peeking out the door looking at Harry whose face that was pale. 

“Yeah,” Harry let out feeling his voice shake. This was going to be his first look. Y/N refused to let him see her in her dress before the big day. Even when he asked why she didn’t allow him to go dress shopping with her, she never did answer him. Walking through the door, Y/N’s sister pointed in the direction of where she was then left the room. Harry just let his feet carry him instead of thinking with his head. As soon as he walked through the threshold of her room, he felt himself nearly being in tears at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful person in the world to him. 

“What do you think?” She asked looking at Harry with the same look that made his heart feel like it was turning into liquid mush inside him. Harry’s hand ran over his heart as he stepped to her. This dress was made for her, and only her.

“Beautiful, cherry.” The nickname slipped out of his mouth dripping in admiration. He had always called her cherry for the way the apples of her cheeks would shine bright red. 

“I can’t believe this. It feels surreal. I’m so nervous, Harry. What if I trip or what if something goes wrong? There is so much that can go wrong. What if the caterer doesn’t remember I requested another entree just for you?” 

“Then I won’t eat,” Harry answered trying to calm her anxious nerves. She was always like this.

“What if the rings get lost?”

“Just distract everyone, and I’ll run to the nearest stores and get some ring pops for you two.” Y/N laughed hitting him with her hand. 

“You can never be serious.”

“And you never stop worrying, cherry. Today is your day. We used to talk about this all the time together. You're finally getting your happy ending and you’re worrying about things that are out of your control.” Just as Y/N knew him, Harry knew her. This look on her face wasn’t something of anxiousness, she looked unsure. Harry studied her face more, and after a moment she spoke up. 

“You’re right,” she said with a smile. “I just need to stop worrying.”

“I have a question for you though, isn’t the bride supposed to be the only one wearing white? You trying to take my shine?” She asked teasingly, tugging on his white suit.

“I don’t need to do that, my beautiful face does the work.” Y/N rolled her eyes stepping closer to him. 

“Oh really?”

“You should know this already, you said before that you know me.”

“I do know you,” Y/N threw her arms surround his torso snuggling into his body. Harry didn’t care if her makeup transferred, and ruined his outfit. He wrapped his arms around her tightening his grip on her.

Strangely in his mind them being in this position, she still felt like his. This made his mind go to a place where everything was more simple between the two. When they were just young teenagers. When they were each other little secret, each memory came flooding into his head. His love for her would always be there.

Now, it would just all be different. She would go on to start her own family. While he would go on, and settle with living with this gaping hole in his heart.

He was mourning her as she was in his arms. There is nothing in this life more painful than mourning someone who isn’t dead. It’s even worst when Harry had that realization he is mourning what could have been. He couldn’t handle these emotions coming up inside of him as he breathed in her scent. Feelings of sadness, guilt, and regret.

Breaking away from her, Y/N looked confused because he never broke away first when they hugged.

“I’m going to go find my place, seats are probably filling up.”

“Yeah, you should go do that.” She couldn’t help but let a flash of hurt show on her face. 

Harry turned on his foot and walked out of the room before he could let it show how this was hurting him. As soon he walked out of the suite, he stopped in the hallway trying to catch his breath. He felt as if was drowning. 

“You’re so in love with her, Harry. Why are you letting her go?”

He turned his head to the right noticing Y/N’s sister had been watching them the entire time. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said immediately, shooting up his defense walls not wanting to be called out on his own shit. 

“I’m talking about you clearly being in love with my sister.” She said with a laugh moving closer.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry’s voice raised, feeling as if he has to defend himself. 

“Oh, but I do, and if you let her get married today; you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. Just giving you some sisterly advice, I am older than you both.” Harry looked at her sister bewildered.

He wasn’t shocked at her being this bold, because she had honestly been the only one who truly knew they had more than they led on. She was also the one who teased them the most about looking like a couple more than best friends.

“So, you’re telling me to ruin her wedding? She would never forgive me for that. It’s selfish, and I can’t do that to her no matter how in love I am with her. If I truly loved her I have to let her go.” There was no point in arguing or denying his love for her anymore, she could see right through him.

“That’s the dumbest saying ever. If you truly loved her you wouldn’t let her go. You wouldn’t let her go when you know she is in love with you as well. Don’t lie to me either, and say you haven’t seen it. She’s been with this guy for two years, and I’ve yet to see the look she has in her eyes when she’s with you.” 

“Why did I wait so long?” He asked in a whisper.

“Because you are both stubborn scary cats. You can only live your life for yourself. Don’t care about the judgment of others, because at the end of the day, everyone on this planet will die. So, no matter how today goes just remember that.” The both of them laughed at her view of life.

“That’s dark don’t you think?” Harry said with a smile lingering on his lips. 

“Whatever you do today, Harry is up to you. You control your fate. Take care, Harry.” With that said she walked back into the room leaving Harry in a vacant hallway with his thoughts.

…

“If everyone will please rise.”

The room stood together and directed their attention to the closed doors. On the cue of the music, the doors flew open revealing Y/N standing with her father.

Harry nearly felt himself lose balance once his sight was on her. This entire time of sitting out here he’s been having this whole internal battle with himself. Thoughts were whirling around his head.

This was just all wrong, he had never imagined it going like this. He always had this certainty that in his life some way somehow she was the end for him. Anytime he thought about love, it started and ended with her. When he thought about the future mother of his kids, it was her. Everything was her.

Harry was glad to have had an aisle seat so he could take her beauty all it. Harry stared right into her eyes expecting them to be faced forward, but instead, they were on him. The same unsure look behind her eyes contradicted the smile she kept on her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him until she passed. When she made it to the altar, and got given away everyone sat down. Harry tuned out the service as the voice of Y/N’s sister floated in his head. 

You control your fate.

It was as if a switch flipped off in his head, he had to try. No matter how it ended for him, he could never say that he didn’t. For over ten years, he sat with the comfortability of having her as his best friend and that being good enough. This just isn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted all of her. He thought that he would lose her if he tried to push for anymore other than what they were but wouldn’t he lose her if he also didn’t? He questioned if he would be able to truly stay around in her life knowing he was this in love with her. How could he be around her husband? It would be constant torture. 

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A synchronized gasp filled the room causing Y/N to turn her head to see what the commotion was, and there he was. Harry was standing in the middle of the aisle looking directly at her. 

“I’ve loved you before I knew what love was. You’re it for me, I’ve always been shit at my timing. Please, if I’m wrong, go on with this and I’ll walk away forever. I can’t let this go on without you knowing that I’ve loved you for forever.” Harry spoke out loud enough for everyone to hear. No matter how much the rest of the wedding guests were in shock at what they were watching, no one could deny that Harry was utterly in love with Y/N. 

It was as if both of them were the only ones in the room. It was tunnel vision for her. Y/N turned back to face Rodger, her groom, who looked as if he would have burned Harry alive right where he stood.

Harry accepted defeat as she turned away from him.

“I’m so sorry, Rodger.” Y/N backed away from him as his hands shot out trying to grasp her. Kicking her heels off, she ran down the aisle taking Harry’s hand. 

Hand in hand, they ran out together leaving all of her family and friends stunned. “You really do have shit timing. Oh my God, H. I’m a runaway bride.” Harry cackled out of a pure adrenaline rush as they ran through the parking lot. 

As they approached his car, Harry ran to the passenger side of his classic Mercedes opening the door for her, before she climbed in she reached up grasped his face, and smashed her lips on his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She said in between each kiss.

“I love you so much more, but we need to go, cherry.” Y/N climbed in the car, and Harry shut the door running over to his side. Harry barely waited for the car to start as he put it in reverse, peeling off through the parking lot just as the guest were rushing outside. Y/N watched in the side view mirror for a moment, and then looked away. 

“We’re going to have a hell of a story to tell our kids one day,” Harry turned to look at her while her eyes were already on him.

“We are not telling our kids this, they’re going to tease us forever.” Harry gripped her hand in his, and kissed it multiple times repeatedly filled with much joy.

“Whatever you fucking say, you're mine forever that’s all that matters to me.” Y/N smiled proudly hearing the words she had always wanted to hear from him.

“And your mine, why did we wait so long, Harry?” She asked still smiling at him. 

“I asked your sister the same question.” Y/N looked over at him confused. 

“My sister…what?”

“I’ll explain later, I promise.” Y/N shook her head thinking of what her outspoken sister could have told him.

Harry turned on the freeway just heading away as far away from the venue, not necessarily having a destination in mind. “Where are we going, Harry? I’m in this huge wedding dress. Where are we going to live? How are we going to explain this to your mom?”

“That’s my girl. My anxious girl. There are no more worries. I’m yours forever, okay. No more worries.” He said to her reassuringly.

“My mom? She will be more than ecstatic, probably happier than us. Where are we going to live? We will figure that out. As far as your wedding dress, it would be a shame to let it go to waste wouldn’t it?”

“What are you saying, H.” She looked at him knowing her had some wild idea in his head.

“My sweet girl, I’m saying that Vegas is four hours away. I want forever with only you. Do you want it with me?”

“Is that your lousy way of proposing to me?” Y/N teased him.

“I’ll think of a better proposal within four hours, I promise.”

“The rings?”

“Ring pops until I get you the proper ring.” 

“You’ve always got everything figured out,” Y/N said leaping across the console, and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m the optimist and you’re the pessimist…the perfect mix don’t you think?” Harry asked teasingly.