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Harry receving the news he is gonna be a dad.

Harry buying his baby presents.

Harry choosing his baby’s name.

Harry being excited and nervous as he sees his baby being born.

Harry filming every little step of his baby.

Harry letting his baby play with instruments in his studio. And recording it.

Harry buying his baby instruments.

Harry throwing his babya One Year Old party.

Harry smiling of proudness and love.

She woke up in a white room. 

Not knowing much about what was going on or where she was, but very disturbed about her headache. As she started to get focus on her vision sight, she saw a man, sitting and sleeping in an armchair. It was probably in the middle of the night. She couldn’t know.

And then she realized she didn’t know. She couldn’t remember. What was she doing there, in a hospital bed? The last memory she had was finally getting the keys for their new apartment. Hers and Harry’s. 

At least she could remember his name. And the day they met each other. 

They were in a club but she wasn’t enjoying much. He stopped next to her in the bar and started looking. His eyes were deep enough to make her feel intimidated. In a good way.

“Hey” He said and drank the rest of his drink. She was having orange juice, which made her feel a little pathetic.

“Hi” She said back with a smile.

“Orange juice? It’s a good choice actually” He said as he could read her mind. She felt butteflies in her stomach immediatelly. Fuck.

“The best drink i must say” He laughed. What a great laugh he had. Music to her ears. The soundtrack of a perfect movie.

“I’m Harry”

She could remember the first time they kissed.

It was New Year’s day and that was the first one she didn’t spend with her family. Even being close to them, she felt great being with Harry. Everything lived with him had a special touch, a magical feeling, like a movie scene or a romantic chapter in a diary. 

As the fireworks covered up the sky, Harry leaned towards her, making their lips touch, making tis their new year resolution. She couldn’t ask for anything more because Harry was the man of her dreams. Straight out of a romantic comedy starring Harry Styles, the man of your dreams. 

As they kissed, thats how it felt to be a firework, blowing up in excitment, making everything turn into glitter, feeling hot like the stars shining in te sky.

She could remember the first time they said the three magic words: I love you

After being a week away from each other, she felt what was like to really miss someone. Miss the daily routine with someone. Share your biggest moments with someone. Go one dates and walks through the parks with someone. Kiss and hug an have sex with someone.  She really missed it all. She really missed him

And he really missed her. Her laugh and he called her cute names. Her non funny jokes. Her voice on his ear. Her kisses on his cheeks. Her lovely way of saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Her sexy way of taking her clothes off. He missed it all. And he was gone for just a week.

So as they ran into each other, finally hugging and feeling each others skin, Harry felt it was the right time for saying the most obvious thing he could ever say. He loved her.

“I love you” She said it first.

But as she looked at him, waking up from his nap, she realized something was different. He looked at her, feeling greateful that she was finally opening her eyes. Those were some dark days, not knowing what was gonna happen, not knowing when or if she was coming back. But there she was, the same eyes as always, bright and blue.

“Hey babe” She whispered “What am i doing here?”

“You were in an accident, but it’s okay now” He sad, sitting by her side in her hospital bed. She tried to sit but he didn’t let her, scared of doing something that would cause her any harm.

“When can i go home?” She asked him, but he didn’t know the answer. “I... I don’t remember... What accident?”

“Car accident. It wasn’t your fault, I guess... You were alone” 

“You weren’t there?” She asked, a little confused. She couldn’t picture not sharing everything with him. He was always there.

“No... You... You don’t remember?” He asked back. 

“What? What i don’t remember?” Her heart was beating faster now, that was the scariest experience of her life. Not remembering. It’s like you don’t exist. Or a least a part of you, that something is missing and you don’t know what. That’s how she was feeling and how scaried she was. Her blue eyes were big and curious, looking right into Harry’s.

“We broke up a year ago...” He finally sad. 

“I... I don’t remember” She felt alone. Sad. Angry. Weird. How could she not remember somthing as broking up with the love of her life? 

Antique shopping. What a lovely way to understand what nostalgia feels like. 

As i walk trough the halls, i realize my best view isn’t any of those objects. As beautiful as they are and as magical they can be, there’s a pair of green eyes that always gets my attention. 

But, it’s not just a pair of eyes. It’s not just green eyes. There’s something deep about them i can’t quite explain. It’s like they could read my soul. Maybe that’s unrealistic but that’s how i felt when he looked at me and stared for a second or two. It felt like forever. 

And then he said “Are you gonna buy these?” 

That’s when i realized i was holding something in my right hand. A necklace. 

“Oh...” I said, a little -or a lot- shaken by his beautiful eyes staring into mine. “I don’t know”

“I like it, it’s very... There’s something magical about it, can’t quite explain” He said, as if that necklace was an old friend of his. 

The rock on the necklace’s pingent was green. Just like his eyes. Deep.

And he kept staring. At me. I started to feel my cheeks burn. I was never good with flirting an his eyes were just too handsome for me to react properly. Breath in and breath out.

“I guess you are right” I said, looking right into the pingent, i could feel something quite magical about that green rock. Maybe because it remembered his eyes, or maybe because it was a portal to another world, or maybe because he made me believe that.

Crazy how i felt like everything was magic that second, with butterflies flying all around and the sunny light burning my skin just right.  It was summertime, he was wearing a rock band t’shirt an i was wearing a polka dot green dress. 

“I’m just saying... If you’re not gonna buy it, i’ll” He smiled. Very charming. Maybe he wasn’t staring. Maybe he was just mentalizing that i wasn’t gonna buy it so he could buy it. But, maybe he was staring. I smiled back.

“You liked it better than me, you should take it” I said, handing him the necklace. But he didn’t take it from my hands.

“But i think it’s gonna look better in you than in me” I couldn’t agree less, his eyes were the same color as that rock, it could never be better in my neck than in his.

“I don’t agree, you can have it” I smiled. He finally took it from my hands and nod as a way of saying thank you. For some reason, that gave a lot of butterflies in my stomach.

“I’m Harry” 

“I’m Olivia”

It was very late but they couldn’t stop talking. They were at her house and it was a cold night. She was holding on to her purple blanket, her feet were kinda touching his legs ‘cause they were trying to share the same sofa. Too little for them but they didn’t mind at all. 

Her cat was also trying a warm place to go back to sleep. It was 5 am and they were talking for more than 7 hours straight now. Little smiles, giggles. Everything is fun at the beggining of a romance.

She didn’t know if it was a romance, but she liked to call whatever they had like that, because that’s how she was feeling, trapped inside a romance novel, a romantic comey movie, a love song.

At the background, their favourite music at the moment was playing and Scott McKenzie was singing “If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair”

Funny or not, he had just came back from a trip to the sunny city of San Francisco. Maybe that’s why that music was kinda magical to both of them. 

“Are you sleepy?” She asks, hoping that his answer is positive because she is ready to go to bed and have a beautiful night of sleep

“Hum... Are you?” Harry asks back, knowing what she’s up to by asking him that question.

“A little” She finally says. He gave her a little smile and stood up, holding Candy, the cat, in his arms. 

She followed him to her room. The bed was big enough for them both. As they were already on their pajamas, Harry took the liberty to lay down and wait for her there. Her heart was beating fast, that was the first time they were gonna share a bed and that made her think if that made it oficial that they were living a romance.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks, with a funny smile in his face. She loved that cute smile that showed his dimples. Fuck.

“Nothing” She says and joins him in the bed. Candy also tries to find a comfortable place in that enourmous bed.

She lays down and Harry immediatelly pulls his arms around her. The silence in the room made them realize they were going to sleep listening to crown of flowers and sunny cities.

As she closed her eyes, Harry smiled realizing, how lucky he was. Then he leaned back to give her a good night kiss at her cheek. 

Harry and Y/N texting. Or better yet, writing letters to each other.

Dear Harry, 

Remember when you wrote me a letter in High School? I was reading it today. Not only your letter but everyone that wrote me that year. Well, yours is the most special which is weird ‘cause we were never actually close back then and we are even more distant right now. 

Almost 10 years later and I still had goosebumps reading your words (you have always been a great writer), funny right? I’m not quite sure why, but I guess I had a big secret crush on you and reading your letter made me remeber those times. Or maybe ‘cause your words make me feel special somehow. You said and I quote “PS: You were the most stunning woman in prom. I’m sorry I didn’t say it in person, but your eyes intimidate me -in a good way” 

Well, I hope you reply and that this letter isn’t uncomfortable to you. 

All the Love, Y/N

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Dear Y/N,

Yes, I remember and I’m glad it makes you feel special! You are a special person, at least what i remember of you. Your eyes always intimidated me and I can remember that very well for some reason. You staring right deep into my eyes while we were talking about something unimportant. I don’t know how you can do that without feeling embarassed. I wish I could do that.

Well, that moment you stared into my eyes made me realize i had a big secret crush on you too. And now your letter made me feel ridiculous, I should’ve tried something. Oh, and yes, you were stunning at prom. 

PS: I’m sorry I’m only writing you back 20 days letter, but I accidentally lost your letter between some magazines and books. I’m glad I read it.

All my heart, Harry

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Dear Harry, 

If I could go back in time I would. There’s this one thing I regret about my teenagehood and that’s not trying to be with you. I don’t think it would work, but at least we would’ve tried. 

But I have one question, why did you kiss Claire that night and not me? 

All the Love, Y/N

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Dear Y/N,

I don’t remember why. I was kinda drunk, but I probably did it because I didn’t have the courage to do it with you. And yes, I was a pussy. And yes, if I had a time machine this is one of the moments I would go back to and change. 

And I have one question, why did you kiss Edward that night and not me?

All my heart, Harry

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Dear Harry, 

To make you jealous. Did it work?

All the Love, Y/N

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Dear Y/N,

Yes. I had a nightmare one day that you and Edward were married now, I hope this is not true because I want to take you on a date, if that’s okay.

All my heart, Harry

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Dear Harry, 

I would love to.