Five years later

Harry's POV

"Hey, where's Adie?" I shout to one of the girls backstage. She has a fashion show tonight and I've been trying to find her for a while already. Just like tonight, the last five years of our lives have been insane. Her career has taken off and she travels quite a bit and I opened a second restaurant in London about two years ago. My hours are long and we've just been insanely busy. We talked about getting married a while ago ago, but we just decided it didn't make sense. We could hardly find time to see each other, nevermind plan a wedding. But eventually it all worked out and we got married. It was only a month ago and we're so happy.
"There," she says, pointing behind her. I look over her head and see Adie fidgeting with one of the model's dresses. I say a quick thank you before walking over to her.

"No, right here Ellen. That needs to be a little shorter, the hemline is off," she says, pointing to the bottom. Adie is supposed to be out there watching and letting people take care of all this for her, but somehow she always ends up back here insisting on doing everything herself. I tap her on the shoulder and she looks at me hurriedly before turning back. After a few seconds she spins back around, laughing humourlessly as she puts her arms around me.

"Sorry," she says. "It's insane back here."

"Yeah, it is. Do you need any help?"

"Well, do you know how to fix make up?" she asks. I laugh and shake my head. "Well, then just go out there and enjoy it. Everyone's just getting into their final outfits, so it's almost over."

Adison's POV

Harry nods and kisses me quickly before disappearing out to the audience. These nights are so stressful and for some reason my stomach has been turning the whole night from my stress. I finally get this girl's dress right and she goes out to the catwalk. Bloody models are so skinny even our smallest make is too big sometimes. How is that even possible?

When the show is over I take my bow on the catwalk before running back to my dressing room and dropping in front of the toilet. My body convulses horribly as I spill the contents of my dinner. When I've finished I rinse my mouth as best as I can before collapsing into a chair in the empty dressing room. Harry, Louis and Eleanor appear a few minutes later with Gemma as well. I smile weakly at them and they all hug and congratulate me on my big night. Honestly, I'm just glad it's over. I feel horrible.

"Ready for the party?" Harry asks, putting his arm around my shoulder. I shake my head. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I don't feel well," I tell him honestly. "I've been going so crazy for the show for the last three weeks and I'm officially exhausted I think." That part though, is a lie. I know why I feel this way. Well, I think I do.

"Okay, we can go home then," Harry says. We say our goodbyes to everyone and sneak out the back exit after I've made sure my assistant can take care of everything. When we're home I don't move, so Harry comes around to my side of the car and carries me up to the house. He brings me straight upstairs and sets me on the edge of the bed.

"You look pale," he says softly.

He reaches around me to unzip my dress and I stand to let it fall to the ground. I retrieve Harry's shirt from the floor and quickly brush my teeth before crawling into bed. He just watches me the whole time and when I'm in bed he comes to sit beside me.

"Do you need anything?"

I smile with my eyes closed and shake my head. He's far too sweet to me. We've been married for a month and it's been the best month of my life. I feel him kiss my forehead before he disappears into the bathroom to get himself ready. After a few minutes it's weirdly quiet and Harry isn't next to me in the bed, so I sit up and look around. He's standing in the door of the bathroom, his shirt unbuttoned with something in his hand. He's staring at it, but with the light in the bedroom off I can't see what it is.

"Ads," he says shakily. He slowly looks up at me and I squint to see what he's holding. "What is this?"

"I was about to ask you that," I joke. He doesn't even crack a smile, just looks down at the object again. I reluctantly climb out of bed and walk over to him, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. My eyes go wide when I see what's got him so freaked out.

"Oh my..." Harry looks at me and I bite my lip.

"What...are you pregnant?" he asks hoarsely. Sometimes he's so clueless. There's a positive sign on the damn thing.

"Surprise?" I say quietly. He seems completely stunned. I was too; I've got morning sickness already, which means I probably got pregnant before the wedding sometime. I only just took the test yesterday and with the show tonight I just didn't have time to think about it or deal with it, let alone tell Harry about it.

"You're pregnant?" he asks again. "Like...pregnant?"

I roll my eyes and laugh a little. "It would appear so."

"What...really?"

"Do you need me to smack you?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Also, why are you still holding that? You realize I had to pee on it, right?"

"Gross," he spits. He tosses it into the trash and puts his hands on either side of my face. "Are you serious? You're...we're pregnant?"

"I just took one test and I haven't been to the doctor, but yeah. I think we are."

"We're going to have a baby?"

"Oh my- Harry, how many more times are you going to ask me that?"

He laughs and shakes his head a bit, kissing me firmly. He smiles as he breaks it, wrapping his arms around my middle and spinning me around.

"So you're happy then?" I ask. He sets me down and the smile on his face is wider than I've ever seen. I reach up to place my hands on either side of his face, my thumbs swiping his dimples.

"Of course I'm happy," he says. "I can't...it's crazy! I mean, we just got married and I'm completely shocked, but I'm so happy, Ads. A baby...we're going to have a baby. That's amazing."

"We're going to have a baby," I confirm. He laughs again and closes his eyes, and I can see that he's completely overwhelmed in the best way as a tear rolls down his cheek. We're going to be parents. It's so scary and I don't know if we're ready, but it's going to happen either way. I was worried Harry would be angry, since we kind of talked about waiting a few years before having kids. But he's not angry, not at all. Now that it's happening I have no idea why we wanted to wait so long.

"I love you so much," he says, pressing his forehead to mine. "So much."

"I love you too," I whisper.

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Harry's POV

"Okay, another contraction in about twenty seconds," the doctor says. He steps away to grab something and Adie's head falls back as tears roll down her cheeks. This is painful for me to watch; I wish I could feel this for her.

"Harry," she whimpers. I tight my grip around her hand and smooth her sweaty hair back. "Harry, it hurts."

"I know, baby, I know. You're doing so good, okay? It's almost over."

She screams a little as what I assume is the next contraction starts.

"I need you to push Adie," the doctor says. She leans back and starts crying more.

"I can't, I'm sorry," she cries. "I can't, I can't push anymore, I'm so tired."

"Ads. Hey, look at me," I whisper. Her head rolls towards me and I swallow the lump in my throat. "It's almost over, okay? Just a few more and you'll be done. You can do this."

She nods and gets ready for another one. After a few more painfully long minutes she collapses back and cries even more. I'm so happy I'm not a woman right now.

"Here she is," the doctor says. He holds up our daughter and Adie smiles through her tears.

"Holy shit, she's tiny," I whisper. Adie laughs a little and squeezes my hand lightly as the nurse takes the baby to clean her up. "You're amazing." I kiss the side of Adie's head and she closes her eyes.

"Harry, I love you, but I hate you right now," she says tiredly. I smile to myself and wipe some tears from her cheek.

"I know."

- - - - - - - - - -

"I thought you liked the name Sarah."

"I don't know," she says, adjusting her arms to better accommodate the weight of the newborn. "I did, but it seems so plain now."

"Alright, back to the drawing board." I sigh and stand from my chair, settling in on the bed beside Adie. She moves over a bit and winces as she does so. I can't imagine how that feels. My arm goes around her shoulders and she leans into my side.

"We'll think of something," she says calmly, gently stroking the back of her finger across the baby's plump cheek.

Adie smiles adoringly down at our daughter and as I look down at her as well I feel myself tear up. I've been holding it together so far, but this is so overwhelming. I've loved this baby since the day I found out about her, but now that she's here, this whole tiny person, it's so different. I can't even explain how much I love her. Adie turns to look at me and I sniffle, laughing a bit at myself.

"I love you," she says quietly. She leans towards me and I meet her lips with mine quickly.

"I love you too. Don't tell anyone I cried, okay?"

She laughs a little. "I can't promise that it won't slip out somehow."

About an hour later our friends and family pile into the room and it doesn't take long for our unnamed child to be passed around to everyone. My mum hogs her the longest though, despite everyone else's complaints. According to her it's her right as the grandmother.

"I can't believe you guys have a baby," Louis says. He sits on the end of our bed and Adie yawns as she leans her head against my chest. "That's an actual little human being."

I just laugh and my eyes float back to our daughter. It's insane. We have this whole other life to look after now.

"What's her name? I totally forgot to ask," Eleanor says. My mother finally lets her hold the baby, but stays right there with her finger wrapped in five tiny ones.

"No idea." I sigh and look down at Adie. She looks exhausted, and rightfully so, but she's just staring at the baby with a small smile on her pale lips.

"We'll think of something," she says softly. I kiss the top of her head and Eleanor sits on the bed beside Adie. She reaches out to adjust the blanket and I smile at her, knowing that already her maternal instincts are going crazy. She's going to be an amazing mother.

A nurse comes in and says she needs to check the baby's vitals. They did that once already but Adie was asleep, so she doesn't know how it works. The nurse takes the baby from Eleanor and starts to walk away with her, much to Adie's displeasure.

"Wait, where is she taking her?" she asks, starting to get up. I put my hands on her arms and hold her back from trying to walk more than she needs to right now. "Harry, let me-"

"They need to take her another room to check everything, it's fine. Lay down, babe, you shouldn't be walking around." She bites her lip and looks at the door. "Adie, they'll bring her back in ten minutes, I promise. And if they don't I'll go out there and kick some hospital ass, okay?"

She smiles nervously and nods her head, lifting her body back over to beside me. She watches the door the entire time until the nurse brings her back, and I think if someone would have asked to hold the baby Adie would literally punch them in the face. Soon after that everyone decides to leave so we can all get some much needed rest. Once they're all out of the room I sit in the chair directly beside the bed.

"Oh! Harry, you haven't even held her yet!" she says. She starts crying suddenly. "I'm so sorry, I can't believe you haven't even gotten the chance, I'm so stupid! I should have given her to you before-"

"Ads," I interrupt. "It's fine, baby, why are you crying?"

"I don't know," she stammers. The doctor said earlier that it would be completely normal since her hormones are so crazy, but it's a little bit funny to watch. Earlier she cried because she couldn't find her phone. "Here, take her."

"What? No, it's fine you can hold her." I look nervously at the baby and back to Adie, who is slowly forming a grin on her lips. "What?"

"Harry, do you know how to hold a baby?"

"Yes, I've held a baby before." She raises her eyebrows and I look down at my hands, twisting my black ring. "I've just never held my own baby before. I don't want to hurt her, she's so tiny."

"Harry, you're not going to hurt her," she says gently. "She's yours, you're going to have to hold her sometime. Come on."

I slowly stand up and Adie sits forwards to place the newborn in my arms. Why am I so nervous? I hope I don't break her.

Adison's POV

"Okay, support her head," I say quietly as Harry takes the baby.

I place her head on his arm and he slowly, extremely carefully, sits back down in his chair without moving his arms at all. I try not to laugh as he stares down at her with a mixture of happiness and pure terror in his eyes. Eventually he starts to relax and it looks more like he's holding his child and less like he's holding a bomb. He adjusts himself a bit, his bottom lip between his teeth as he does so. When he's comfortable he smiles down at her, a triumphant look in his eyes. He quickly looks at me and then back down at our daughter. He laughs a little and I can see he's trying not to cry again.

"What about Emily?" he asks quietly. He looks up at me and I smile widely, nodding my head in agreement.

"Sounds perfect," I breathe. "Emily Claire Styles."

---

One year later.

"No! No, Em don't do it yet, wait for Daddy. Please," I plead. Should I just knock her over? Is that mean? I poke her belly and she smiles as she plops back down on her bum. Oh thank goodness. If she took her first steps without Harry being here he would be so devastated.

We've been waiting for her to walk for about two months now since she started pulling herself up. I was getting worried since most kids are walking around now, but the doctor is it's normal for it to take this long. But right there she was really close. Harry would kill me. I quickly pull out my phone and dial his number.

"Hey babe, I'm on my way home," he says happily. "Do you want me to get a pizza or something?"

"Forget about food, just get yourself home."

"Why? I'm hungry and I know we have no food because I-"

"Harry, your daughter is about to walk, get your ass home!" I practically shout.

"WHAT?! Okay, just...push her over! I'll be there in ten minutes."

I laugh as he hangs up. I already did that. I quickly get the video camera ready and sit in front of her, trying to distract her from pulling herself up again. Harry takes forever to get home and when he does I hear his shoes hit the wall from kicking them off. He runs around the corner and slips on the hardwood, almost falling over completely.

"That was graceful," I tease. He's breathing heavy when he sits down on the floor beside me, immediately pulling out his phone and turning on the video camera.

"You have to put a dollar in the jar," he says, smirking at me.

"What?"

"Yep, you said the a-word on the phone," he says proudly. Harry and I have been using what would probably be termed as inappropriate language around Emily, so to stop ourselves before she starts talking we have a swear-jar. Usually Harry is the only one contributing. I'm about to try and argue with him when Emily starts to pull herself up on the coffee table.

Harry and I both watch intently as she gets to her feet. She reaches forward for a dirty toy I placed on the table, but I snatch it out of her reach and put it behind my back. She frowns for a moment but quickly forgets when she sees her father.

"Hi angel," he coos. She giggles and waves one of her arms around in excitement. Harry just beams at her. She's definitely a daddy's girl, I can tell you that right now.

I fold my hands in front of my chest and try not to freak out as she turns away from the table, now standing on her own. I turn the camera on record and Harry does the same with his phone, but his eyes are glued on her. After an eternity she lifts her foot and steps forward towards Harry. He laughs a little.

"Babe, did you see that?" he asks, not looking away from her.

"Yeah," I laugh. He moves a little closer to her and I take his phone so he can focus on this moment.

"Come here, Em," he says gently, he holds his large hands out towards her so she only has to take one, maybe two more steps to get to him. She smiles again and takes another shaky step, this time her balance falters and she sways a bit, but she manages to stay on her feet.

"She's walking," I whisper, hitting Harry's arm. He laughs and Emily lifts her foot again, but this time she's unsuccessful and she falls over. Harry quickly scoops her up and tosses her above his head the way he does all the time. She erupts in a fit of giggles and I point the camera at the two of them for another thirty seconds before I turn them both off. Harry sets Emily on his hip and beams down at her.

"You did so good," he says, tickling her round belly. She laughs and he looks at me with the biggest smile on his face. "Now what are we going to eat?"

I laugh and shake my head as I stand from the floor, walking towards the kitchen with Harry behind me. He plays with Emily the whole time and their interactions just make my heart want to burst. He's so good with her.

"We can order something," I decide, pulling the take out menus out of the drawer. "What do you want?"

"Pizza!" he says way to excitedly, looking at Emily. She squeals and flails her arms around, excited by her father's excitement. He laughs and she puts her hands against his face, one sort of in his mouth. I think she's fascinated by the dimples. She gets that from her mother.

Harry hands her to me and he goes to wash his hands like he does every day when he gets home from work. He's weird like that. I bite my lip and set Emily on my hip while I wait for him to notice the bag I set strategically beside the sink so he'd see it. I see his head turn towards it and as he dries his hands he peers into it.

"What's this?" he asks.

"I got some new clothes for Emily," I tell him. He nods and goes to the fridge. I just roll my eyes. Of course he wouldn't look.

"Why? She has enough clothes and you know my mother is going to keep buying them," he says, reaching for a beer.

"Harry, why don't you look at what I got her," I suggest. "It's really cute, I couldn't resist."

"Alright," he agrees, shrugging and setting his beer down. He pushes his curly hair back from his forehead and reaches into the bag, unfolding the onesie and holding it up. His eyebrows pull together as he reads the words and I watch in amusement as he goes from confusion to shock to happy and back to confused. He turns it around and raises his eyebrows at me.

"Big sister?" he questions. I nod and shrug my shoulders, once again surprised by my pregnancy. "She's...you...you are?"

"Surprise," I say quietly, just like the first time we found out. He throws the material on the counter and takes my face between his large hands.

"You're pregnant?" he asks quietly, a smile forming on his lips. I nod and he laughs a little.

"I'm pregnant," I confirm. He presses his lips to mine and just like always, he steals my breath. Emily puts her hands on both of our faces and pushes Harry away from me. I laugh at her and Harry kisses her cheek a few times before taking her out of my arms and setting her in her high chair. He comes back over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing me again much more passionately. My arms go around his neck and he laughs as he breaks the kiss.

"I'm so happy," he whispers. "You make me so happy."

"Good," I whisper against his lips. "Cuz you're stuck with me."

Notes

and there she is.

bored and broken=officially over :( hope you guys liked the epilogue :)

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