We got a lot of love and coffee. Everything's alright.

"Your parents took everything a lot better than expected," Harry mumbles as he stares at me icing his cheek.

I smirk and roll my eyes, "You mean after my dad decked you right in the face?"

"Yes,well," Harry tuts pulling me on his lap. "He only hit me twice and secretly I think he was trying to be gentle."

A laugh bubbles up my throat and I take over his ice pack and press it against his cheek. "I really am sorry. I didn't think it'd get violent." Sure, I thought there would be tears but did I ever think there would be violence? No, but I should have.

Dad didn't even need us to say what we had done. Turns out he had guessed when he saw the tabloids. He wasn't angry, much like Ben he was hurt that he wasn't given the choice to attend. My mom was the same but she was happy and it was nice because she didn't swing at Harry.

After an hour long talk and a few mean glares and a few punches (all thrown at my husband) dad finally let out a happy laugh and a few tears. He embraced us both and I felt like a child again.

"Did your beating hurt?"

Harry glares playfully down at me, "Keep laughing baby. Remember that you sleep next to me and I know how to drive you crazy even in your sleep."

My cheeks heat up involuntarily, "You really are a hazard," I squeak.

"I'm your hazard," he kisses my cheek and winces when I accidentally press a bit too hard on his swollen cheek. "Sick and all your dad packs a mean blow."

"Well next time don't marry me without his knowledge." I shrug.

"Oh you cheeky little baby."

****
"So you like married life?"

"I'd be divorced by now if I didn't," I shove Louis' shoulder gently and snuggle closer to him when he wraps his arm over my shoulders. "Do you like dating Ben?"

Louis laughs at my question and says, "I'd be single if I didn't."

"We're such shits."

"We're legends, Presley." I smile not knowing how to answer.

When I look at Louis I see bits and pieces of my old life. The one that ended when he left along with Harry and then flipped when the came roaring back. Louis has always been persistent when it came to our friendship and I guess maybe thats why we're us again. Why it's so easy for us to be us again.

"It's nice again, Pretzel." He looks down at me. "In the beginning when we came back I was almost sure you'd never want to be my friend again and at the time my relationship was going to shit and Harry was being a twitt." He looks away and leans his head against mine. "But you were always too good to us even though we didn't deserve to have you around us anymore. You've always been like my home and even when I left I don't think you ever stopped being a home for me."

His words weigh heavy on my heart in the best of ways. I never expected my life to end up like this but I'm so happy it did.

"Thanks for coming home," I mumble softly.

"Yeah," he sighs. "We came home."

****

"Remember when you were a sad sack?" Ben teases me and throws a pillow at me.
We are currently alone because the guys are at work. They're famous and we tend to forget that. Tonight is like old times without all of the sadness.

Even Ben is glowing because in a bizarre turn of events he is with Louis. He smiles and laughs and he loves Louis. I love the way he loves Louis.

"Remember when you were sure you'd be single forever?" I chuck the pillow back and laugh. "Honestly if someone told me back then that I'd be married to Harry and that you'd be with Louis I would have stabbed them for being such awful liars."

"You need to handle your vicious thoughts. Hit up Harvey."

I smirk, "I swear I'm not the only one who has thoughts like these. You used to say you wanted to stab the grocery boy every time he put the bread at the bottom of the bag."

"Well the fuck would I want flat bread for?" He announces with his arms spread out wide. "If you're going to bag my bread bag it right."

We both laugh for a few minuets enjoying the light mood that surrounds us. He scoots closer and swings his arm over my waist. "Did you know that you're the love of my life?"

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," he hums. "You've been the only girl I have ever loved," he presses a quick kiss to my cheek and snuggles closer.

"You took care of me, Ben," I entwine my hand with his as I remember our old life. "I don't think anyone would go to the lengths that you did."

"Probably not but I would do it all over again."

I fall asleep with Ben that night like we used to when I used to remember Harry had left. This time there were not tears just laughing and easy jokes.

Tonight I Remebered how easy it was to be with Ben. He never judged me he only took care of me.
I don't deserve Ben and I'm so happy Ben didn't care about that.

****
I grabbed my shoes from the door trying my hardest to be as quiet as possible. If people saw me now, they'd be sure I was a thief trying to make my escape.

And yes okay, yes I was trying to escape...but I was going to come back. I promise I was. As soon as sleep came to me, and I was granted the ability to lay still, and not wake Harry up.

I felt restless, my blood was streaming almost too loud in my ears, and my hands felt shaky.

I didn't know why. I only knew that If I didn't get up, I was sure I'd implode, possibly taking Harry down too.

"Baby girl," I heard from behind me. I spun and came face to face with the person I was trying my hardest not to wake. I let my feet drop, shoe already tied on. His eyes drank me in, and widened, the sight before him waking him instantly. "What're you doing? Why are your shoes on?" His voice was on edge, and I felt the guilt on my shoulders. He walked the rest of the way to me , hands already on my waist. "Baby, it's three in the morning."

"M'Sorry," I mumble. "I Can't sleep."

"So why'd you put your shoes on? Darlin', why didn't you just wake me?"

"Because you're tired? Because it's three in the morning? Because--because, I know you wouldn't let me go on my walk?"

Harry chuckles tiredly, nosing at my cheek. "And I still won't," he whispers. "Come," he takes me by the hand as he walks us into the over priced, almost unused kitchen. He grabs the kettle, moving robotically as he gathers everything we'll need for a cuppa.

Harry's shirtless, and soft. His hair is messy, his eyes are sleepy, his face is content.

"Harry--baby, go back to bed." I try, noticing the way his limbs move slowly and lethargically.

Harry looks over his shoulder with a small smile, "M'fine. My bird is not. M'not going to go back to bed without you; don't want to wake up alone--seeing you almost leaving, gave me a heart attack my silly lovey."

I sigh and stretch my back, "I can't sleep is all." I run my fingers through my hair, a pout on my lips.
Harry nods, bringing over two steaming mugs, and placing them out in front of us. He reaches over and tugs on my hand until I comply and lean in. He kisses my pout, "Talk to baby 'bout it."

I rub at my eyes, "I'm not tired." I shrug.

"Are you stressed, my love? Upset about something and not telling me?"

"No. Nothing."

"Do you miss me? Are feeling lonely?"

"I always miss you, H. But, that's not it this time."

Harry hums, clearly running out of ideas. "Think deep, lovey. Maybe you're forgetting something?"

"I don't--" I groan. It's been hard to sleep for the past few nights. I know it might have to do with my lack of communication with my parents, and that just makes me feel stupid. Harry yawns, and I wish Harry would listen and go back to bed. "Harry go up to bed. I'll be back in a few minuets."

He shakes his head, already by my side. "No, no, not going back without you. If you don't wanna talk about it, then let's sit and watch crappy Telly--or, let me put on a shirt, and grab my shoes. I'll go on a walk with you."

"No, baby, you're exhausted."

"I'm not going back to sleep unless you're sleeping next to me." Harry stubbornly says. He arches his brow, getting ready to fight back, and win. "You're tired too, darlin'. Your body just doesn't know it yet."

"I don't know when it'll figure it out, Harry." I warn. I'm touched Harry wants to stay awake with me. I know he's doing it out of the love he feels for Me; But the love I feel for him is shouting at me to get him to go to sleep. "I'll lay with you, okay?"

"No, it's a trick." Harry knows how it goes. I'll lay until he seemingly falls asleep. Then I'll get up and go on a walk. Only, it'll be worse because time has passed and it'll be later. "Come, let's go sit out on the balcony. You can tell me all about your day."

With a flat sigh, I walk behind him, feeling horrible that Harry's obviously tired, and I'm keeping him from resting. We sit facing each other. My legs thrown over his, and his landing at my sides. Our mugs are keeping our hands warm, and the sky is being lit by stars.

"When I was on tour," Harry starts, voice raspy and slow. He smiles at me, and I have to try my best not to blush. "There would be nights where I couldn't fall asleep."

"Why?" I wonder.

"I never knew why, exactly. Only knew it was always because of you." He finishes gently. He sees my head tilt and a cute confusion sweep over me. "I fell in love with you, and with that love came fear, I guess." Harry reaches for my hand, and when i comply, he begins toying with my fingers. I keep quiet, listening as Harry shares new things. It's my favorite thing if I'm honest. "I didn't want to go to sleep and wake up with a message, saying you've moved on. Or that you met someone else. I thought that if I didn't sleep, then maybe I wouldn't get those messages--"

"And even if you do sleep, you won't ever get those messages, Harry." In the beginning of our relationship I discovered Harry needed constant reassurance. He was confident, and brave, and happy. Still, when it came to me When it came to anyone he loved...he would always need a reminder that they were there. That they weren't going to disappear as soon as he left for months at a time.

I didn't mind it. Fuck, it made me so happy to know Harry loved me like that. It made me want to jump. But at the same time it made my heart sore knowing Harry was constantly nervous because of me. "No one deserves that kind of message. Certainly not you, my hazelnut."

Harry beams at his nickname. "I know that in here," he points to where his heart beats, and then points to his head. "But I forget in here."

"And it's okay. I don't mind reminding you."

Harry stares at me in disbelief before saying, "Fuck, I don't know what I would do without you. I don't think I'd make it."

"You would have," I know it. Harry is the type of person everyone should have around them. He's the type of person that doesn't need to find heaven if he knows he's willing to walk through hell with someone. He'd give his wings, if he had them, to someone who's are broken. A Harry only comes once in a life time, and everyone who meets him knows it. "Hazelnut, you would have made it without me, before me, and God forbid-- after me. I know it."

"It won't be worth it without you." And it's when Harry says things like that, that I'm happiest. Makes it worth the lonely, long nights. Through the hate, and blue days. "I'm so happy I'm home," he says it in a way that makes me believe him. That gives me no room to think he's lying.

I smile with pink cheeks, and warm insides. "I know you are." I answer with the truth. I lean in to kiss his cheek, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"We're home baby, baby, baby."

Notes

I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.