As romantic and memorable as Zayn's proposal to Elizabeth was I wish I could say the same about her parent's initial reaction. Izzy told me that at first her father was silent and her mother was about to faint from learning that her daughter was pregnant yet again. After having excused themselves from the engaged couple they came back after a while and consented.

According to Zayn's talk with Mr. Horan later, he was glad that Zayn was being responsible but asked him if he truly loved his daughter. To which Zayn replied "Absolutely I do!" With that Mr. Horan was more than delighted to pay for the costs of the wedding.

Izzy wanted to have the wedding before I left to San Francisco, but the crazy part was she wanted a tiny reception with just her close friends and family, not excluding Zayn's sister and nephews…that to me was a shocker. I pictured Izzy of all people with a glamorous wedding and a million dollar dress and what not. Then I wondered if she was embarrassed that she was pregnant.

Before she walked down the aisle of 'death do us part' I talked to her in private, finding out that she wasn't about all the glam and glitter anymore. That was evident now, just amazing to hear. She really loved Zayn. A love that was genuine and not tempted with unfaithfulness like she had practiced so many times before. Plus I knew he would propose I just didn't think it would happen so soon.

As far as the pregnancy, when I asked her how she felt about having two now, she smiled touching her belly. She said they gave her purpose to be better…a better mom. She even amazed herself at how much she loved Rhea and would do anything for her. How lucky was she to find a man that loved her, already having one child, now about to have their very own.

I also couldn't resist asking Zayn if he proposed because of the pregnancy. His reply was simple. He was already going to but didn't know when. The 'scare' gave him the extra push; he would have been the happiest man if she was or wasn't carrying his child. Still, the fact that his dream of having his own little family was coming true made him invincible and it showed.

Now that I had the facts straight, it was time to have a wedding. Zayn wanted Ruby, his sister, to be his best lady and NIall was Izzy's male of honor. While I was growing fond of weddings, I prayed that Liam wouldn't get any bright ideas. I did not want to get married till I was at least 25.

We ran through the procedure, since my mother's wedding wasn't that long ago. Izzy and Zayn decided to have the wedding ceremony and reception in the Horan's back yard. NIall even asked his Pastor, Lloyd, if he would marry them. I on the other hand was in charge of the cake and some appetizers, only this time Zayn wanted to make some dishes of his own.

Izzy wanted a light 'brunch' type wedding with summer dresses and casual attire, as opposed to the traditional ones. It was wonderful to finally meet Ruby and her children. They added perfectly to the wedding party as flower girl and ring bearer as they pulled on a small white wagon with little Rhea sitting inside it. I couldn't believe how cute and intimate this wedding was. To think we pulled it off in a month, beating my mother's record.

Mark wasn't thrilled to hear the news; he even wanted to form a legal issue about it. But with the Horan's respectable reputation in the court rooms, it only took a glare from Mr. Horan to turn Mark away. I was kind of jealous of Rhea, in a good way. At east she would grow up believing that Zayn was her dad and not miss out. Heck she was going to have a sibling! I had to wait almost 18 years to know what that felt like.

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I was straining to keep my eyes open, it was a good thing that Liam was behind the wheel or I would have easily been zig-zagging on the road. As my eyes blinked slowly, watching Liam's image focus in and out, I smiled and allowed myself to fall sleep.

Small weddings never mean less stress, only more things in less amount of time…in this case. I was exhausted yet again. Helping Izzy out was taking away from my time with Liam. And though I had been feeling sorry for Janet lately, her feeling so lonely, at least we were going to be together in a few weeks.

Liam had made plans to drive up to Idaho after the wedding and pay a visit to his parents…with me. Now I can't tell you how nervous this made me. I had already met his parents at my mom's wedding but this time I wasn't sure how they liked the idea of us 'dating' being lawfully related or whatever. Like a good sport, Liam kept trying to convince me that they didn't care about that, apparently he had already shared the secret to them on that BIG day…big day for all of us!

It was almost 7pm, and we were finally driving through these new subdivisions. His parents had moved about a year ago into their dream home. By the looks of it, when we pulled up to this gorgeous two story house overlooking the city, I had to say it was quite the dream house. Warm lights peered through the many tall windows that decorated the home, along with the beautiful mahogany bricks from outside.

His folks were overly nice with me…suspiciously nice. I was beginning to think they were plotting for another wedding or something, but that's just who they are. I liked the fact that they were very much in love and acted like teenagers, more than Liam and I. Who can blame them living in this woodsy paradise.

After eating an amazing home cooked meal, we gathered together and chatted a while in their living room, sipping on dessert wine. This was a first for me. It tasted just like juice so I couldn't refuse a second serving; no one was driving anyway. I wasn't surprised when they took off to bed early, like older couples do. Now I could finally have some alone time with my sweetheart.

The house was designed with a guest room/house attached, but the entrance was outside or through the shared garage. We crept our way through with our bags, now relieved to talk in our normal voices without disturbing anyone else. I walked into what looked like a studio apartment. It had a small kitchen, den, full bathroom and one bedroom. The only other door aside from the entrance pertained to the bathroom, everything else was open.

I was expecting Mrs. Rogers to direct me to my own room but she never mentioned anything, unless she had given the task to Liam. In which case I was hoping I'd be sleeping next to him on this fluffy white bed. But I had already jinxed myself.

"So you ready to see your room?" Liam offered.

"What? I thought I was staying here with you?" I said with puppy eyes. It didn't work.

"My mom was so excited to prepare your own room though," he smiled.

What gives?! Fine! I got up and tried to be the 'good sport' this time. I was slightly disappointed in Liam catering to his mother's wishes as opposed to his girlfriend's. Still I could understand…I guess. Reentering the house, back to our whisper tones, we walked towards the hall under the stairs that led to another bedroom. I had to give her credit it looked like a white princess bedroom. There was white furniture, chandelier with adjustable lighting and the bedding had white fur which went along perfectly with the floor rug.

When I slid my hands over the bed I couldn't believe how heavenly the cool fur felt. I wanted to snuggle up against the flat surface, but not as much as I wanted to snuggle up against Liam's surface. He was pleased to see my happy expression but it quickly faded when he said goodnight. He was going fishing with his dad bright and early the next day which most likely meant around 5am. I bit my pouty lip and gave him a sad kiss goodbye.

It was only 10 o'clock; this was super early for a dull summer night. I had already changed into my scarlet nightgown, the one I hoped to model off, but I still wasn't sleepy. Growing slightly bored with the TV, I texted my boyfriend as I accustomed to do.

Are you sleeping yet?-B

I waited a couple of minutes and was too impatient not call. So I did.

"Hel-lo," a groggily voice answered.

"Oh you WERE sleeping. I'm sorry, babe. Go back to sleep," I cringed with guilt.

"It's okay, doll. It's just between the long drive and last night's drill, I'm beat," he mumbled.

"Okay I'm sorry. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart. I wish I could kiss you good night again." I could somehow hear him smiling through his sleepy voice.

After hanging up I gazed at my background picture of the two of us; particularly at his adorable honey eyes. I sighed in utter disappointment and desperation. Izzy and Zayn were on their honeymoon, no sense in texting them. Janet seemed like the next possible candidate.

Hey girl, what are you up to?-B

I hated waiting, especially while being so awake without any company. I started thinking about how much fun San Fran would be. The place in itself looked like a 3D postcard. The first thing I wanted to do was ride the famous trolley. Then visit some art galleries or something; really take in the culture before settling in. It's a good thing we were moving there a week before my classes started.

My phone vibrated and so I read her response.

Oh nothing, watching a movie. I did see NIall in passing earlier today.-Janet

Oh really, how did that go?-B

It went well. He actually was very talkative and I was the one who cut him off, like I was in a rush or something. I'm such a loser!-Janet

No you're not!-B

Yeah…he told me to call him sometime to hangout. And I thought about it tonight…but I really didn't want to.-Janet

You don't like him anymore?-B

I was very interested in knowing her response to my question. I mean that would explain the lack of interest in merely 'hanging out'. But she was taking a while to respond. My room had a small bathroom so I quickly brushed my teeth with my antennas still up for the next text alert…but my phone rang instead.

Maybe there was too much behind that question that Janet felt the need to vent, not that I wasn't eagerly available for company. I grabbed the phone and plopped my head on the pillow.

"Hey, was that a deep question or what?" I snickered.

"Depends on what question…" a male voice responded.

Frozen I looked at my screen and couldn't make out the number. It had a California area code.

"Who's this?" I scowled and sat up right away.

"Take a guess," he was clearly smiling. I could always tell when people smiled over the phone.

"You got me! Seriously, who's this?" my scowl deepened causing a strain.

"Wow. I'm hurt. Forgot what I sound like already?"

With the twist of a 'hurt' yet flirtatious tone in his voice my heart grew heavy instantly realizing that it was Harry.

"Heyyy…" I answered a little nervous now.

I couldn't remain seated. Part of me wanted to know why he was calling. Part of me wondered if I should even be talking to him. And part of me still wanted the company.

"How are you Brynn?" his voice was so smooth and relaxed. How could I forget?

"I'm alright. Caught by surprise…again!" I began to pace slowly around the room.

"Well I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, I just wanted you to have my new number."

"Why?" Maybe that wasn't the nicest response, but we didn't even talk anymore.

"I don't know…just because I guess. If this is a bad time I'll let you go," he suggested.

It wasn't a bad time it's just that I was torn between what to do. Harry always brought out that little daring side in me, a side I missed. But I couldn't help feel like I was somehow cheating on Liam by talking with my Ex.

"It's not bad timing, it's just…"

"Are you not allowed to talk to me, Brynn? If it makes you feel uncomfortable I understand. I just thought we were still friends at least," he reasoned.

When he put it that way, in the moment, I thought it was perfectly cool. So what if he was my Ex. We were still friends…right? I don't know why I found myself making the decision in front of the mirror on the dresser, as if looking at my own reflection would determine my guilt or not to continue. I bit my lip and made my decision.

"So what have you been up to these days?" I asked still chewing on my lip anxiously.

"We are pretty much done over here, as far as that project I was telling you about. But I miss California and my family. I'm ready to continue studying back home," I could sense his genuine longing.

"That's good to hear. It's funny how 4 years ended up being only 1."

"Yes it's ironic and sad at the same time."

"Why do you say that? I thought you enjoyed your research and your classes…and Alaska."

"Yes it was all great but a gamble…"

I knew what he kept hinting at and I didn't want to ask specific questions because then the conversation would make an awkward turn.

"Hmm."

"What about you, Brynn? Where are you going to college?"

"I'm actually attending a culinary arts school in San Francisco. I'm enrolled in a Patisserie program."

"Wow!" he gasped. "That's amazing! What made you decide to do that?"

I twirled my hair between my fingers, wondering if I should tell him the truth. His love of sweets and chocolate had awoken a desire in me and secretly well…he made me.

"Oh well, you know…I'm a sweet tooth and lately I have discovered I am quite the talented baker."

"Well, would it be too soon to put in an order of a 5 tier chocolate cake?" he smiled louder.

"I had a feeling you'd ask me that sooner or later…5 tiers huh? You would eat that all by yourself!" I laughed quietly.

"Don't judge me! I love chocolate you know that."

"I do."

"So how are you and Liam doing?" he changed the subject quite abruptly.

"We're good, actually up in Idaho staying at his parent's house for two days," I added.

"Oh, where is he now?"

"He's sleeping in another room. Why?"

"So you're not sleeping in the same room?"

"Not that it's any of your business…But no."

"Ah…"

"What's that for?"

"Nothing. Why are you trying to read into it?"

"I'm not, just wondering what that meant."

"Not that it's any of your business…" he teased.

"Oh stop that!" I smiled. "Silly!"

"And you're still a goof."

I remembered how much he liked to call me that. It was kind of sweet in a dumb way. It reminded me how comfortable we used to be around each other. I was sitting at the edge of my bed. Not sure what to say, not sure if this was enough and I should hang up…

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"I think you do…"

He always did that, knew what I was thinking somehow. Even with a thousand miles in between us.

"It's kind of nice to be talking again," I admitted.

"Yeah, I miss this…Brynn, I want to apologize again…." Why did he have to go there?

"We already had this talk, Harry. It isn't necessary."

"It is for me. I want to be sure you know how awful I've felt. I haven't been able to forgive myself for it. I was such an idiot for ruining US. If I could go back in time…"

His imaginative suggestion brought me along with him. Where would we be if we were still together? Would I have ended up in Hawaii, pregnant or engaged; as was the trend these days. My thoughts were drifting to a scary place and this conversation was no longer on safe grounds.

"Harry, I think I should go."

"Please don't hang up yet. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone there…but God, I just miss you so much, Brynn! I've thought about calling you every single day since I left that funeral."

"Why are you doing this, Harry? Why are you fighting for me now?"

"I'm sorry Brynn. I know it was unfair to think that you'd wait around for me. I was selfish to think that. Then again, I AM a selfish person, but it's killing me knowing you're happy with another guy right now."

"You seemed quite calm about it."

"Yeah well it was kind of a crazy visit to begin with."

Taken back to that horrid week, I admit he was pretty calm and collected for the most part. Laying on the bed, I turned off the light; it felt weird to be talking to him in the dark now. I couldn't help drift back to that hotel room in Hawaii. I remembered how his body and face lit up under the moon glow. I remembered his dimples.

I grew more and more shameful as I discovered a loose spark within me. My lost butterflies had returned as well as other images. I struggled mentally to deny that this was even real. But how could I deny this connection that I always felt with Harry…a connection that hadn't been broken still.

"I'm with him now, Harry."

"I know…do you love him?"

"Yes…I do," I said touching my ring.

"Alright then. I'll leave it alone."

"I should really go now, it's late."

"Okay. Don't be weird with me now, ok? We're friends alright," he insisted.

"Right! No weirdness I promise."

After we said good night I couldn't help wonder if I should tell Liam or not. I didn't want him to feel hurt or insecure. I felt like I knew the RIGHT thing to do; question was would I do it or not.

Notes

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