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That was then, This is now

The End

"Next item is a common house evaluated in 7,9 million pounds in central London that Mr. Harry Styles decides to leave entirely to Mia Cortês."

I frowned, sharing a look with my attorney. My eyes followed to Harry across the room as he stared intensively.

"What is he doing?" I whispered to my lawyer.

"I don't know." he replied before turning to the judge. "Sr. Honor, my client specifically said she doesn't want the house to herself once it was bought entirely with Mr. Styles financial resources."

"That doesn't matter." Harry voiced.

"No. I don't want it." I muttered to my attorney.

"My client won't accept it."

The judge sighed, looking tired. "You're supposed to take a case to court when both parties have already decided the division of their items. Let's take 30 minutes break and I hope it all comes clear by the time we return." he informed standing up.

"Do you want me to talk to Harry's lawyer so we can find a way to fix it?" My attorney questioned.

"Yes, please." I practically begged.

Jones nodded and stood from his position in our side, walking to greet Harry's lawyer.
With a deep sigh, I opted for leaving the room for a much need intake of breath. I feel completely exhausted, this court session has been drowning all the energy I have and, in my state right now, that's not ideal.

"Mia!" Eleanor and Danielle approached me, concern clear written on their faces.

"Hey,"

"You look exhausted."

"Yeah.."

"He's not making it easy for you." Dani grabbed my hand.

"No, he's not." I agreed. "Like going through a divorce isn't hard enough already."

"You should take the house." Eleanor advised, much to my surprise.

"No!" I shook my head vehemently. "Even though we married with communal goods, it was the money he earned that paid the house, I could never have even half of the 7,9 million at the time.."

"I know but you have to think about your kids." She continued. "Now you're divorcing, he's gonna to be in a much bigger financial advantage. if you don't even take the house, how do you think the judge will look at it when you discuss your children's custody?"

Breath was practically knocked off my lungs as I considered that possibility. I can't even form coherent words to describe what would happen if I don't get shared custody of the kids. I'd rather die than being without them.

"Breathe." Danielle's arms were placed around my shoulders. "Remember your condition.."

"Yeah," I exhaled slowly.

"You didn't wait for me.." Sophia glared to both girl friend as she carried the twins stroller towards us.

"Sorry." Els sent her an apologetic smile.

"Are you okay?" She turned to me. I shrugged. "It's not late to take it back. It's obvious you two are making a mistake here."

"If we didn't want to divorce, we wouldn't for three bloody hours inside a court to decide who gets what. And we haven't even moved on to the kids' custody."

"That's because you two are too stubborn to admit it!"

I shook my head, glancing around to see Harry surrounded by his mates on the other aisle. Niall rubbed his back as he kept shaking his head while Louis spoke, them all intervening actively. I couldn't hear the conversation though.

"Does he know about..." Danielle trailed off.

"No."

"He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out you omitted something like that for so long.."

"The opportunity just didn't arise yet."

"You're in the middle of a divorce, for Gods sake!" Sophia yelled-whispered.

"You don't need to remind me!"

I just want this session to be over, I can't stand being enclosed in that room, recording years and years of marriage to discuss our good and share it. Specially when I have Harry right across from me and I can feel his gaze burning into me without even having to look his way. It's just utterly raw pain.

A black SUV parked in the handicapped spot and I sighed of relief for the first time, almost running to it.
My mother-in-law Anne exited the driver's seat, opening the back door from where both my children came out. I smiled for what seemed the first time in ages, dropping to my knees with opened arms as both Joel and Ivy ran to me.

"I've missed you so much!" I told them, tears stinging in the back of my eyes.

"We missed you too, mum." Joel smiled, the dimples prominent on his cheeks. I don't think I can ever look at him and not think of Harry and when they look so much alike.

"What is here?" Ivy glanced around with a frown.

"Nothing special." I told them both before Anne approached us.

I stood up only to be engulfed in a hug. "Thank you for staying with the kids tonight."

"Don't worry about it" She waved me off. "You know I love to have my grandchildren over night. Just not for these reasons.."

I swallowed. "Right.."

"Are you and my son ever gonna stop fighting?"

"We're almost done, I think. We were given a 30 minutes break."

"I didn't mean on court.." she emphasized.

I chose, however, not to answer, focusing on my children instead. Joel and Ivy held hands as Joel tried to spell the words engraved on the concrete building. For a 2nd grader, that's something he knows how to do pretty well already.

Suddenly Ivy squealed, practically speeding to a jog excitedly. I was about to race after her when I noticed the direction she was heading. Harry stood with his arms wide open, a large grin lightening his entire face as he picked her up from the ground. He threw me a quick glance before focusing on Ivy again.
She pulled at his hair, erupting in a fist of giggled when Harry tickled her playfully.

Despite everything else that went wrong, of there was one thing we did right it was our children. They're perfect, in every way, and I couldn't be luckier in the father I got for my kids, Harry has always been amazing at it.

The warmth in my cheeks informed I was full on crying, my state combined with the image of my children interacting with Harry enough to cause such reaction.

"Excuse me." I left Anne, taking quick steps to the empty alley in my right.

There were several halls and closed doors, one of them unlocked when I budged the handle. Thank God!

I hid myself behind it, another small court revealing inside and took a deep breath. I feel like I'm about to run out of air since the beginning of the day, this anxiety taking the best of me.
Not long later, the handle budges again and the door opens. I don't need to turn around to know who it is.

"What are you doing?" I shake my head defeated.

"That's what I'd be asking you." Harry demands roughly.

I finally gather the courage to face and immediately regret my decision.

In front of me is Harry, looking pretty much the same since I met him despite some minimal aging signs. There's the same chocolate curls I combed my hand through so many times, the same green powerful eyes that captivated me since the very first second, and the exact same pink plump lips I've kissed more times than I can count and always left me out of breath. No exception.

"Answer me." he takes a step forward, his expression unreadable.

"What do you wanna know?" I shake my head.

"Why won't you take the house." he said. "It's ridiculous. Are you buying a new one?"

"I don't know."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, frustration and tiredness clear in his features as well.

"I just haven't decided if--"

"If what?" His features suddenly changed, eyes wider and fearful. "You're not considering going back to live in Portugal, are you?"

I didn't answer.

"I knew it!"

"I know you did.. That's why you want me to take the house so badly.."

"Are you doing this for revenge? Or are you just insane? How'd it work for the children?"

"I haven't figured that out yet.." I confessed.

"If you go, you go alone."

I frowned. "What?"

"I'm not allowing the kids to live half their time here and half their time there if we get shared custody! That's just not viable."

"There's always a way.."

"No!" He spoke vehemently. "If you decide to do that, I'm gonna fight for full custody!"

I gasped, bewildered that he'd do something like that and take my children away from me. That's just utterly hurtful!

"You wouldn't.."

"I would," he raised his voice, frustration leaking. "You're making everything even more difficult. It will be an endless process if you keep acting that way!"

"Oh, I'm making everything even more difficult? You're the one who caused this!"

"You filled for divorce!"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"Fight for us!" He shouted. "Isn't that what people do in a marriage? They stick together and fight through hell and back if that's what it takes!"

"What have we been doing for the past year? That was hell already for me!" I yelled loud and clear.

"I don't even know why I came after you, I guess I was hoping you'd get some sense but you'll always be the same stubborn 17-year-old I met.."

Ouch!

"Excuse me?"

"Just take the damn house and let's get this over with, I don't wanna spend much longer in that dreadful room.." he turned around, reaching for the handle to leave.

"No!" I reached forward to push him back. "You don't get to say something like that and then turn your back on me.."

"Wasn't that what you did? Turn your back on me?" He accused bitterly.

"No, in fact, I didn't! Or do I have to remind you what we went through in the last year? If there's something you can't accuse me of is not fighting for us and turn my back on you.."

"Well, enlighten me of what happened in the past year that I've missed then.." Harry took a dangerous step forward.

"You stopped being credible! I could no longer trust your word!" I yelled in his face. "We had that major talk before you and Niall opened the record label and you promised family would be your priority, you promised you wouldn't take the US business, you promised everything would still be the same! Guess what, it wasn't!"

"I know, but I--"

"You nothing!" I continued. "Even after knowing how much of an impact it'd have in our life, you still took the fucking US business!"

"You know why! Every investor would fall on me if I didn't!"

"Well, it wasn't every investor who traveled to LA and left his wife and children for almost 4 months, was it? It wasn't every investor who missed Ivy's 4th anniversary and it sure as hell wasn't every bloody investor who was left alone to raise two children that also happen to be yours!"

I tried, I really tried not to cry but I've been so sensitive lately that I can't help it. Not when it comes to such thick subject.

"There was nothing I could do! I tried to shorten the time, I came to London every few weeks, I worked my ass off to be there for you!"

"You could have waited until Sophia's twin were a bit older so Niall would be more present in the business and switch with you whenever needed! But no, you were in such a rush!"

"I was being pressured, I couldn't hold it out any longer!" he glared at me.

"And where did it lead you? You sure doubled your bank account since then but you also lost me in the process, Harry."

"You know I'd give anything that I have no revert that." he softened the tone, lowering to a mere whisper.

I cried more, shaking my head in denial. I would give anything too...

"It's too late, Harry."

"I know I've made a lot of mistakes in the past year and I've hurt you immensely but it didn't give you the right to be unfaithful. I was your husband!"

I rolled my eyes. "I've told you a million times I didn't cheat on you! I had every reason to but I didn't! Mark was just a psychologist I met at that convention but nothing happened nor did I give him hints to go for it. I'm not having that conversation again, you believe whatever you want." It came off my mouth rudely.

Harry should know better, I'd never cheat! Not even if I had stopped loving him, we were still married the entire time so if I was in fact interested in someone else I'd have filled for divorce first and only then move forward.

"Are your feelings for me just gone then? Did it vanish, just like that?" He questioned lowly, me knowing him enough to know he's hurting too by the struggling tone in his voice.

I decided however not to answer, we'd be entering deep oceans with that conversation and I can't take any more of that. Not today.

"Tell me. Did it vanish?" Harry took a dangerous step forward, invading my personal space.

"Don't come near me." I stepped back.

"Why? You're still my wife. Maybe not for long but we're still marriage." he didn't listen, coming closer and grabbing my arm. It burned.

"And don't touch me either." I set my arm free.

"Did you stop loving me? I just need you to answer that."

My back hit the table, my body trapped between it and Harry's chest with no escape or whatsoever. Shit!

And that's when I lost it.

"No, you idiot!" I punched him in the chest with both fists. "Will I ever stop?"


That was rhetorical.

Harry didn't answer, merely stared intensively like he always does with that powerful green so we stood there, close but distant, and silent.
None of us uttered a word for a while, just staring for God knows how long before he finally broke the trance to glance at my lips and forbid me if I don't know exactly what he's thinking.

"Don't," I whispered. "Don't do that.."

"Do what?"

"What you're thinking. Don't make this harder."

"I can fix us if you let me." he grabbed my waist softly, making my eyes flutter.

"There's no more glue, Harry." I whispered back.

How did we go from harsh accusations and hatred to soft whispers and pleas?

"Let me try."

"No." I shook my head weakly, our noses brushing. I feel like I'm burning, it hurts when he touches me like that because it brings so many good memories and it'll destroy me if I allow myself to recall it.

"Tell me with all the words and I won't.." He pushed.

"I don't want you to kiss me, Harry."

I'm not sure if my words were credible despite the tears running down my cheeks but it sid make him lean back a little.

"Alright, then." he nodded." Is there anything you want to tell me before I go?"

Yes!

"No."

"Are you sure? Because as soon as I walk through that door, we'll enter court again and we will no longer be married after that. There's no turning back." he spoke truthfully.

"I know." I gulped avoiding eye contact even though I can feel his searing gaze on me.

"Are you 100% there isn't anything else you wanna say before we walk in there again?"

I hesitated for a second, deciding if I should open my mouth or not.

That second was enough for Harry to took action on his own, my mouth opening with the help of his as his lips sealed over mine.
It almost knocked the breath out of my longs that I had to seek support on the table behind me.
His hand raised to cup my cheek and align our mouth as he sought entrance. My lips parted for him, our tongues eagerly meeting as we kissed hungrily. It's been so long!
Harry's body presses to mine, setting me on fire with the proximity as we continue to kiss like our lives depend on it. Maybe they do..
Hands descend slowly through my body to my thighs, easily lifting me up on the table as I welcome him in between my legs.
My mind has shut down at the moment, the only thing I can focus on is Harry's hands roaming my body and his lips on mine.
The way he acts just proves he knows my body so well, touching me the way he only knows how to do.
My arms raise from his chest to his curls, tugging hard to relish some of the pressure.
The tears have dried on my cheeks but I can feel my throat closing as Harry detaches his mouth from mine and traces my jawline and collarbone with his lips as his fingers work to unbutton my shirt.

That should be the time where I stop because it's too far -specially for someone who's minutes from divorcing - but I don't. And so when his hand pushes my bra aside and his plump lips find my breast, I throw my head back and moan. It's feels so good!
I tug at his curls harder, causing Harry to moan into my chest and bite my nipple. I almost scream.
I feel like I'm in heaven in hell at the same time, I'm sweating because I feel like I'm combusting but I also know I'd explode if he withdraws. It's like a knife with two sharp ends and I don't know how to stop.
I urge him closer, racking my nails down his hard torso and begging for contact. Harry seems to know exactly what I want when his hand slides down my stomach to cup me through the fabric
.
I moan harder this time, pressing his hand tighter. He seems to get the hint, lifting my skirt and pushing my panties aside.

"God, Mia, you're soaking."

That only drives me crazy, my thoughts translated into endless moans as I beg him to touch me.

Our relationship has always been very physical over the years but I swear nothing feels like this!
So when Harry's fingers find his way to where I most need him, I scream. So loud I'm pretty sure anyone close would have heard. And then I come in his hand.

My breathing is harsh and I feel brainless. Our chests are flushed together and our forehead touching, sharing the same toxic air as we both try to regain our breaths.

"You're pregnant."

"W-what?" I gasp. "Why - I mean, how do y-"

"I know you better than I know myself, Mia." he muttered. "How could I not know? I've been by your side during 2 pregnancies to know the signs already."

I'm out of words.

"And you're never this hormonal unless you're either pregnant or on your period. I just touched you so I know for a fact it's not the second."

I press my hands to his chest and push him away so I can collect my thoughts and be rational.
"So you basically just kissed me to confirm what you already knew.."

"I asked you if there was anything you wanted to tell me. Twice!"

"Unbelievable." I fix my blouse and climb off the desk.

"Stop walking away, damn it!" Harry grans my arm to push me back.

"You're a dickhead." I spat.

"Is it mine?"

And when I think he can't do worse..

My hand connects with his cheek before I can process a coherent thought. hard enough to make it echo but Harry doesn't open his mouth to complain even though I can already see the red mark of my hand on his face.

"How dare you even ask that?" I yell in his face. "I know we haven't been on good terms lately but I'm almost 4 months pregnant!"

"You can't be mad at me for doubting the paternity when you stand in that room discussing our divorce like you're not carrying my child! I'm sorry if I can't act that indifferent. If anyone should be mad here is sure as hell isn't you!"

"What different would it make? You'd receive a call from LA and leave without caring if I was giving birth. Why don't you ask any of your mates if the baby is theirs? Maybe I've cheated on you with one of then.."

"I've quit!" He shout with a harsh glare. "And if you were to pay more attention to what's around, you'd know that!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not flying to the States anytime soon, I've quit the deal."

I frowned. "What do you mean you quit the deal?"

Harry sighed combing a hand through his hair. "Niall's the one in charge of the US studio, I'm only running the one in London. My name is not even on the lease there anymore."

I felt completely confused, wondering how has that information escaped me. I do recall Niall wanting to talk to me but I refused to listen whenever he uttered the words "Harry" and "US studio".

"I tried to, Mia! But the one time I wanted to tell you, you only picked my call to say you had filled for divorce! I was ready to assume my mistakes and spend whatever time it'd take to make it up to you but today was the first time I've seen you in weeks! You always drop the kids at my mum's so I pick them there without having contact with you! You never return my calls or texts.. I mean, what was I supposed to do?"

I felt torn yet again, this conversation having more twists than I can handle. And my brain is yet to fully return from my orgasm minutes ago.

"Would you hold the papers out if you had known that sooner?"

"I don't know." I confessed. "So much damage has been done already.."

"You being pregnant takes things to a whole new level. Are you gonna do that alone?"

"My mum said she's move in with me and help."

"That's my job, I'm the father!"

"I'd never take that way from you but one thing is the baby, another is me."

"You're both the same for 5 more months!"

"You're only confusing me more!" I groan tugging at my roots. I think I'm gonna need therapy after today.

"You can't take things lightly like that. There's a human being inside your womb!" He pointed at my stomach.

"No one knows that better than me, Harry! I'm the one going through all the signs of a pregnancy!"

"If you feel, I feel. Don't you know how it works with us? Together in everything! I enjoyed being by your side during your pregnancy months so much.." He took a cautious step forward, his eyes asking for permission.

I nodded, lifting my shirt to allow him access. The bump is already visible and everyone would know if I didn't wear larger clothes everyday..
His hand carefully caressed my belly, a sigh of relief blowing out of his lips. My knees nearly buckled with the softness of his touch.

"The doctor said it might be able to see the gender in my appointment next month."

Harry's eyes shot up, a small smile lighting his face. I feel like I haven't see him smile in ages, at least not to me.

"Is it healthy?"

"Yes. I've got all the scans."

"I can't believe you hid such important matter from me."

"I know." Now I felt guilty but at the time I didn't listen to the rational side of my head.

"I'm so mad at you for that.." He shook his head in disbelief. "How long have you known?"
I have to tell the truth.

"About 2 months.."

"2 months?" His eyes nearly popped out. "60 freaking days and it didn't occur to you in any of them to tell me?"

"I didn't wanna talk to you, I needed time and space to figure it all out!"

"It doesn't matter, you didn't make that baby alone! How would you feel if it was the other way round?"

I remained silent.

"Exactly!"

"I'm sorry.."

"This is too much for me in one day!" He confessed before walking away.

Panic rose inside me, my legs acting on his own and following him out to the hall.

"Harry, wait!" I called after him.

His shoulders stiffened, finally turning around with a pained expression.

"Are you going to tell me something willingly this time?"

I dry swallowed, considering my words wisely.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the baby.."

He seemed surprised by my words but kept listening.

"Guess I wasn't the only one making mistakes in this marriage."

"No," I shook my head ashamed. "You definitely weren't."

"Look, Mia," he took a confident step forward. "We've been so lucky with all the happiness that surrounded our marriage throughout the years but no marital union is perfect, there's always ups and and down. We're clearly on the downs at the moment."

"Yeah.. Deep downs."

"But the good should always out the bad. Is the last year enough to cover all the good memories of all the remaining? of our children?"

"Don't bring Joel and Ivy into this.."

"They're part of it.."

"They are indeed.."

"Stop running around the subject and answer me once and for all.." he said impatiently.

"What do you want me to tell you?"

"I'm tryna say that I'm willing do give our marriage another try if you're up for it. You've confessed you still love me, obviously I still love you too."

"Sometime love is not enough.."

"The issue that caused all this is no longer an issue anymore. I told you I'm no longer involved in that business. No more trips or time apart."

"You already said that when One Direction was over.."

"I've learned my lesson by now."

"Have you?"

"Yes. Nothing's worth losing you."

"I told you last time I wouldn't make it if you were to go forward with the American business and you did. I'm hanging by a threat in here, Harry."

"I know, baby. You just have to decide what destroys you more, if being with me. Or without." he spoke quietly, standing right in front of me.

I still remember all the night I cried myself to sleep with Harry's empty pillow by my side of our bed. I hated myself for the position I was in, I was hurting but I couldn't let go. And specially I hated myself because I couldn't hate him, so I hated me instead.

"We have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. We don't have to worry about anything else, we can show the new baby what a happy family is while still raising Joel and Ivy. Together." He suggested confidently, aiding his hand in my cheek as an incentive for a positive reply.

"Harry," I shook my head.

He shushed me with a sweet peck to my lips. "Can you see yourself with someone else? Because I can't."

"No." I admitted.

"Then don't look back. Stay with me. We can learn to move forward and get past this dreadful phase. I know we may not be good for each other sometimes and we fight but we're even worse apart."

"We are."

Harry smiled softly. "Let's just get the hell out of here and take our kids for some ice cream."

I laughed, thinking how crazy that sounds. Only Harry to suggest something like that!
I glanced around, only now noticing everyone staring at us with wide eyes. All our friends with their kids with worried yet hopeful expressions. I know what they're all thinking, they've been following the entire situation closely.

And then there's Anne, my mother-in-law behind Joel and Ivy holding hands and gazing at us with an innocent look that reminds me of a mix of myself and Harry.

"So?" Harry extended his hand towards me, calling my attention as I focused back on him. "What do you say?"

I bit my lip, gazing at his outstretched hand as I made my ultimate decision.










THE END.

Notes

That's it!! That's the end FINALLY!!

Don't hate me, I know you were probably excepting another ending where either they end up happily ever after (if you're acquainted with my writing you know I never settle with that) or forever apart. It's called an open ending and each person will have a different vision of what happens next, including me.

Nevertheless, I hope you liked it! And please don't unsubscribe it, I'm posting something either tomorrow or Tuesday that I think you'll like..

PLEASE comment your thoughts on the ending *begs* cause I reallyyyy wanna know what you think of it.. if you like it, if you hated, was it good, bad, what you expected, completley unexpected, etc, just COMMENT something!!

Love you all,
D

Comments

@M.J.

It's amazing how you know my writing and that I don't do happily ever after which is true but I don't think I've ever mentioned that (?)
And yes, I'm replying 6 months later, sorry.
I do envision the next step after that last chapter ended but that, of course, is gonna stay in my head. :)
xx

@Marbleskin

thank you, thank you, thank you :)
Yes, I'm working on something else indeed nut no more Harry and Mia :( I'll be in touch soon about new stuff, if you're still around

@Javairia_Directioner

Ahah, that's the FINAL end.. (As you've probably realized after 6 months.) sorry for the waiting but thank you so much for reading it!!

@faithy

That is awesome that you know it word for word!! I'd kiss you right now if I could :) thank you x100

I cried the whole way through, you evil evil woman! I loved it there is no doubt in my mind she takes his hand and they work things out. But of course this is the kind of thing you'd do. I am curious though what do you think happens? I know you dont really write happily ever after, but do see it in your head? I loved this chapter, i had so much fun reading both this stories! You are a great writer and it has been a privelege seeing how you have grown and improved! Congrats on ending this huge project!