You had always hoped for this. Though you never thought this day would come. The past four years had felt like a dream. One you wouldn’t want to wake up from. You smiled when suddenly a flood of emotions and memories took over.

“Are you kidding me right now?!”, you were practically yelling at the airport clerk.
“I’m terribly sorry, miss. How about I get you a hotel on behalf of our airline?”, the man offered.
“I don’t need a damn hotel, I need a flight to New York!”, you were so frustrated. The company had double booked your airplane ticket. They couldn’t give you a refund and no other planes were taking off to New York today. It was already 9:27 pm UK time, and you had to be up in the air before midnight to get there on time. You’re flight was supposed to depart in an hour. You had a very important, possibly life changing job interview at the Glamour offices tomorrow at 3:15 pm in New York City. So, no, you most definitely did not need or want a hotel in London 3466 miles away from your destination. You might as well just stayed at home.
“The only thing you could do, is wait around here in case someone cancels their ticket last minute”, the bald man who’s name, according to his laminate, was ‘Earl’, suggested.
“Seriously? There is absolutely no other solution than waiting? Don’t tell me not one airplane is heading to Istanbul or Helsinki or Madrid or any other place where another plane could take me to New York!”.
“It is possible to get you on a plane to Madrid, but that means you would arrive in New York this time tomorrow”, Earl replied ever so calmly, which made you even angrier. You looked him dead in the eye for an eternity, took a deep breath and said “Fine, I’ll wait”.

Looking back, that was the best decision of your life.

While walking through the gate you were thanking the Lord, Jesus and the Easter bunny for making this happen. Two people canceled their tickets 15 minutes before boarding time. It was first class, but you didn’t mind chipping in a few bucks. After all this was your lifelong dream.

A stewardess helped you find your seat and you were ecstatic to find out it was right next to the window. In a couple of hours you’d be waking up to a beautiful view. You had 7 hours and 48 minutes to kill on the plane. Hoping you’d spend at least 5 hours sleeping. You should land in JFK around 6 am local time, which gave you another 4 hours to sleep once you got to the hotel. That was all you could think about, because you needed to look fresh, wide-awake and professional. You fastened your seatbelt, turned off your phone and put your headphones in.

Funny how you usually have a hard time sleeping on planes and even though you’re very skeptic about saying things like this but you truly believe that, that one time, it happened for a reason.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up”, you heard a voice out of nowhere. You looked to your left and your eyes met with a pair of beautiful green one’s.

“It’s just I really needed to wee and you were resting your head on my shoulder and you seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, but I’ve been holding it in for the past 3 hours..”, he whispered as quickly and as apologetically as he could. A bit strarstruck and still not really comprehending what was going on, you replied: “Don’t worry about it! Go set your bladder free!” you smiled. Your first instinct was to look for your mirror and fix yourself up, but apparently you had been sleeping on his shoulder the past few hours, so it really didn’t matter anymore.

He still thinks you look your best when you wake up in the morning feeling like a complete mess.

“I should probably introduce myself, I’m Harry”, he said. He had the deepest and sexiest voice you had ever heard.

“I’m Majo and I’m really sorry for using your shoulder as my pillow”, you smiled while biting your lip because you weren’t sure whether or not that was the right thing to say.

He chuckled, understanding you were nervous he replied: “Ah, my pleasure!” Your lips formed a smile not knowing what else to do.

“So what’s taking you to New York?” he asked after 34 seconds of silence.

“A job interview” you replied, “oh wow, for what company?” he asked interested. “ For glamour magazine” you said proudly.
“Ah, you’re in the fashion industry?”

“Well, I’m actually a writer slash journalist who was lucky enough to get an internship at Glamour magazine and to be honest I don’t even know how this happened but next thing I know I’m being offered a real job at Glamour headquarters in New York City”
“You must be really good at what you’re doing, then” Harry stated.
“I hope so”, you responded shyly. “How about you?” you backfired his question, even though you already knew the answer because he was going to “kick off our 2nd stadium tour in New York tomorrow”, he replied ever so slowly while trying to analyze your facial expression.
“Oh, of course! It got sold out in 17 minutes” you finished his sentence.
“I take it you know who I am, then” he expressed cheekily.
“Yeaaahhh” you laughed and felt all your blood rushing to your face.

It’s amazing how he has that effect on you. You never got used to it. To be honest, you didn’t ever want to get used to it either.

“I like your accent” he told you suddenly. “I like yours too” you replied automatically “What kind of an accent is it?” he asked himself out loud. You laughed softly and told him you were Flemish and that you lived in Belgium. All this time he kept looking at your lips and watched their every move.

Only thinking about that moment already made you want to kiss him.

As cliché as it sounds, time flew by and before you knew it you only had 15 minutes left to enjoy Harry Styles’ presence. In the past 4 hours you learned that his stylists husband and daughter were the two people who canceled their tickets last minute, because Lux, the daughter, got sick and had a fever. You also learned that he misses his family very much and that he’s still not over the fact that he missed his sister’s engagement party. You got to know him way better than you thought could be possible in only 4 hours. But you know what they say; when you’re tired you tend to admit things you never would otherwise. Lastly you learned that the moment you’d set foot off the plane, you wouldn’t see him again. He was going to be escorted out by bodyguards, policemen and a billion screaming girls.

“Do you like our music?” he started the conversation again after you both buckled up.
“I do”
“Have you seen us in concert before?”
“I have”
“Oh..” followed by a minute of silence “Well, would you like to see us in concert again?”. A million thoughts and questions were racing through your mind but all you could manage to get out was “What do you mean?”
“I don’t think it would be a problem for me to get you a backstage pass for the concert. I mean you’re going to be in town anyway and you’re alone so I figured you’d like some company, no?” he explained, suddenly very confidently.
“Erm, I guess so, sure.. I’d like that” at a loss of words you just threw out everything that came to your mind in that very second.

Tears are no good if you’re wearing a face full of make up. Desperately trying to save all that hard work, your maid of honor walked in.

“Have you been crying? Oh gosh, wait let me fix that for you” you couldn’t help it. Thinking of your journey with him made you so emotional. You still remember how you swore you were feeling every single emotion at once right after your first kiss.

It was the day of the second show in New York and it was also the day you were going to find out whether you got the job or not.
It was 11:13 in the morning when you woke and saw 2 missed calls and 4 texts. All of them from Harry.

“Good morning, Majo!”
“Are you in your hotel?”
“Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Should I take that as a yes?”

You texted him back explaining why you hadn’t replied yet.
Two hours later you were just done having lunch with him and were taking a walk in a private park.
“Any news about that job?” just when you were about to reply you got a phone call.
“No, but I have a feeling I will when I answer this call” you said in one breath.

The moment you hung up, you heard his voice go “AND?”
“Well” you started “looks like I don’t need to go apartment hunting…because the job comes with one!” you shrieked.
“HOLY SHIT you scared me for a moment! This is amazing! Congratulations, babe!” he called you babe. You wanted to say thank you but you got so hung up on that word and he somehow got so close to your face without you noticing it and before you could do anything he cupped your face and kissed you.
Perfect.

You took one last look in the mirror and went to the room next door where your dad was waiting for you. You thought about how you stopped worrying about your job interview and instead started stressing out about your outfit for the concert,

which lead to you not sleeping.

Sleeping with him is one of the things you enjoy doing the most. Literally sleeping. Being cuddled up against him, or with your head on his chest while he has his arm around you. Your senses get a million times more sensitive. You feel every inch of his body pressed against yours, the smell of his shampoo becomes a million times sharper; you’re able to see the very thin bump between his own skin and his tattoos. Even though you hate most of them, you’ve learned to love them because of the stories he’s told you. Some are just absolutely ridiculous…
Like that damn boat.

“To be honest, it was a very impulsive decision. But that’s me!”
“I’m still waiting for the story, though. That’s not a story, that’s just a lame excuse!”
“Alright, but I know you don’t like it when I bring up any of my exes..” you glared at him, then motioned to make him continue talking.
“Basically, Taylor showed me the music video of that one song, which she wrote about me..” he rolled his eyes, too make sure you knew how ridiculous he thought it was.
“And I liked the dude’s tattoo and then she got all excited and she kept saying how ‘hot’ it would look on me and well I liked it so…I just got the tattoo. That is it, really…” you let out a deep sigh. “You’re so dumb, Styles, so, so dumb”
“But you love me, right?” he cut you off cheekily.
“Right” that’s when he attacked your mouth with his lips. Later on he also attacked the rest of your body and not only with his lips.

As soon as your father saw you, he walked over to you and held your hand.
“You look beautiful, darling” you could see the tears he was trying to hold back. You smiled and pinched his hand lightly.

“Harry, this is my dad, Johan. Dad, this is Harry”, you introduced them to each other. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so nervous. Your stomach turned a few times when they shook hands, but in a good way.
Your mom liked him immediately, your dad wasn’t so fond of his tattoos and his bad boy reputation but he turned around after seeing how well he treated you and how truly happy he made you. He didn’t hesitate a second when Harry asked him for your hand in marriage.

“Are you ready?” your dad whispered. The flower girls lead you both down the aisle. You saw how Harry’s mouth slightly dropped when he saw you coming his way. Then his lips curled into a smile. And he blinked a few times, that’s when you realized he was crying. His best man discreetly handed him a tissue. Funny story. He asked Tom Atkinson to be his best man, if it wasn’t for him and Lux, Harry wouldn’t have met you.
Your dad ‘gave you away’ to Harry and went to his seat.

“Ready to be mine forever?” Harry murmured.
“Absolutely” you smiled

Notes

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