All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M.
Cause we don't know what we're saying
We're just swimming round in our glasses
And talking out of our asses
Like we're all gonna make it
‘A.M.’ – One Direction

The date was March 5th. It was a Saturday and the day of Harry’s bachelor party. He had taken Bella’s advice and decided to have one, because the boys would’ve dragged him somewhere anyway without bothering to ask him first. He drove down the road and turned right into his driveway, going down into the garage. He parked in his grey Audi R8 next to the rest of his cars and got out, the sound of the car door closing echoing off the walls.

He came home to an empty house. Bella wasn’t inside. Harry had dropped her off in Holmes Chapel for the weekend to go wedding dress shopping and plan a baby shower with his mother and sister. While it was a girl’s day there, it was going to a boy’s night out in London. It was quiet without Bella. It was different without her. He had spent almost every single day with her since Christmas Eve. To not have her by his side awakened something in Harry. He didn’t realise how much he truly missed her until she wasn’t around.

There was a loud bark followed by Tommo Bear, running straight towards Harry. He had grown a little more but was still full of energy. His tail wagged back and forth, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Harry braced himself as the puppy jumped up on his hind legs, wanting attention. He scratched Tommo Bear behind the ears and smiled at him before giving them some food. Bella loved the dog. Harry would never forget the sparkle in her eyes when he presented the puppy to her on Valentine’s Day. She looked so happy. It made Harry happy to make her happy. That’s all a man wanted to do for his spouse.

Once Tommo Bear was occupied with his food, Harry walked back out into one of the sitting rooms, checking the time on his phone. It was just after 4 o’clock so that meant there was about thirty minutes before the boys arrived. The schedule was this:

Liam, Niall and Louis (Louis had flown over to London from L.A for two days because there was no way he’d let Harry have a bachelor party with him) would come over at about 4:30pm. They would hang about the house for a little bit then go out to dinner in London; they had all decided on a steak dinner. They would return to Harry’s house and do shots (because why not?). The rest would be all improvisation. Getting drunk was something Harry wasn’t averse to but going to a strip club was. Even though it was only one night, he didn’t fancy looking at women undressing in front of him. The only woman he wanted to see getting undressed was Bella.

He took his boots off fell down onto the couch, stretching out his long legs while resting his back against the arm of the couch. He moved his hair off his face and took out his phone again, opening the photos folder. Harry wasn’t going to lie, most of them were of him and Bella or just Bella. Being a photographer in his free time, he loved to take pictures of whatever caught his eye. Bella had caught his eye from the moment he laid eyes on her. She was the perfect girl to photograph. Harry came across a certain picture of her at their engagement party. Her slim body had been hugged perfectly by a dark green sleeveless cocktail dress that ended mid-thigh, the V-neckline showing off her tanned chest. The cross necklace he had given her hung around her neck and her engagement ring sparkled on her finger. She was in the middle of laughing and just by the photo, Harry’s heart shivered from her shining smile. Bella had looked beautiful that night, just like she did every other day. She had been so full of life that night, bonding even more with Harry’s loved ones and friends. She really was a part of the family now.

There was a consequence of Harry staring at pictures of his fiancée. While he was content at looking at her beautiful face, he needed to hear her voice. She hadn’t lost her Australian accent which Harry loved. He didn’t want her to lose it. He found her voice quite sexy and had told her just that many times, always making her face turn pink. Harry crossed his fingers in his mind when he called her, waiting for her to pick up. It was after three rings when he heard her voice.

Hey, baby. What’s up?

God, what her voice still does to me… She has absolutely no idea… The way the word “baby” flowed off her tongue in her Australian accent was wonderful and it made Harry smile.

“Just waiting for the boys to arrive. You?”

I’m in the car with your mum and sister. We just finished wedding dress shopping.

Hi, darling! Hey, bro! Harry heard his mother and sister say.

“You’ve only just finished? It was 12:30 when I dropped you off!” Harry laughed.

If you thought it would only take an hour, Harry, you thought wrong. The dress is extremely important and it has to be perfect. I must have tried on at least 20 dresses.

“And? Did you find the right one?”

I’m not sure if I can say.

“Come on, tell me.” Harry urged with a smirk on his face. Tommo Bear appeared suddenly and hopped onto Harry’s lap, draping himself over his thighs, his big brown eyes staring at him. Harry patted him to satisfy the puppy as he waited for his fiancée to answer.

Oh, all right then. Yes, we found the right one.

“That’s great. I can’t wait to see you in it.” Harry smiled. He imagined Bella walking down the aisle towards him, wearing the most beautiful white gown with a matching veil. But the thing that would matter the most to Harry was the smile on her face and the sparkle in her hazel eyes.

I can’t wait for you to see me in it.

“I will probably it peel it off you by the end of the night.” Harry said cheekily.

Harry! God, not with your family in the car!

What? What did he say? Is he being rude? He heard Gemma ask.

Yes, very. Bella sighed.

Stop it, little bro!

“You can’t tell me what to do, Gem. I can flirt with my future wife.” Harry retorted. He loved to tease Bella. The reactions he got were priceless. Money couldn’t buy them. He finally understood what Louis felt like when he teased him. He understood why he never stopped. The glee was too good to resist.

Anyway, why are you calling me? Miss me already?

“Look who’s flirting now! And yes, I always miss you.”

You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You should, Harry.

“I was just checking in, seeing how everything’s going.”

So husband-like already.

“Well, I am going to be your husband. I have to practice.” Harry chuckled, giving Tommo Bear a scratch underneath the chin. Oh, the puppy loved it, his tail hitting Harry’s legs with excitement.

Everything’s fine here. The dress has been found and when we get home, we’re going to plan the baby shower.

It’s going to be a lot of fun! Anne said loudly.

I hope so. And then, we’ll be back together tomorrow.

“I’m going to be in bed all alone tonight.” Harry whined.

So am I. Bella responded with a laugh.

“I’ll miss not holding you in my arms.”

You’ll probably be pissed on alcohol when you go to bed, Harry. You’ll just…nod right off. I won’t.

“You miss me too…”

Of course I do. All the time. Oh, we’re back.

Harry heard the sound of the car engine turning off and the rustle of people exiting the car, doors slamming shut.

“How much do you miss me?”

A lot. I’ve never told you this but from the day I bumped into you in Sydney to the day you offered to pay for me to come over to London, I thought about you. I hope that doesn’t sound obsessive…

“No, it doesn’t. It was the same for me too.”

Really?

“How many times do I have to tell you how much I love you until you believe it?” Harry asked.

I do believe it. It still astounds me that you fell for me. I’m not like the other girls you’ve dated.

“You are nice. You are sweet. You are beautiful. You show me that the simple things in life are the best. What more could I want?”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few moments. He still surprised her and she still surprised him. He would continue to fall for her always. He fell in love with Bella even more every day. Her simple life reminded him when he had one before he shot to fame. It was the thing that first drew him to her.

Thank you, Harry. That’s so…lovely for you to say.

“I love to compliment you and I love loving you.” Harry said with a smile. Tommo Bear looked right at Harry, his tail motionless on Harry’s legs.

“I’ll let you go now. Have fun with my mother and sister.”

Oh, I will. Say hi to the boys for me.

“I will do that.”

And, Harry?

“Yes?”

Have fun tonight. It’s your bachelor party. Remember to just loosen up, OK?

“Alright. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Me too, baby. I love you.

“I love you too, Bella.”

When the call was over, Harry held his phone to his chest and looked down at the chocolate brown Labrador puppy lying on his lap, his head resting on his paws. He gave him another pat, crossing his ankles over. Tommo Bear whined with happiness as he was paid attention to and Harry sighed. Those big brown eyes of the puppy were so adorable. He thought it was impossible for any person to not fall in love with Tommo Bear. That’s why he bought him for Bella, because Harry knew she would be in love with him the moment she saw him.

“Yeah, I know you love her too.” He said to the puppy. Tommo Bear looked at Harry with those shining brown eyes of his just as Harry’s phone buzzed. He looked at it to see he had received a text from Louis.

From Louis: The boys and I will be there in about 20 mins :)

With the puppy’s eyes on him, Harry sent a text back.

To Louis: See you soon.

Harry had spent about six years with the other boys so he was used to being around them almost every single day, especially during tours. But this was different. There was a time when they were going to do a bachelor party for Zayn but that never happened. Harry was certain the boys were more excited than he was about having one.

“Here we go.” He sighed and managed to get Tommo Bear off his lap. Bella’s words echoed in his mind until his bandmates arrived.

Have fun tonight. It’s your bachelor party. Remember to just loosen up, OK?

0*0

“Just one more.” Louis said.

“No.”

“Come on, Hazza. One more won’t kill you.” Niall nudged him in the arm.

Harry sighed and grabbed the small glass of vodka, chucking it back. The liquid burned his throat and he shook his shoulders as he felt the strong alcohol course through his veins. It was his fourth shot and he didn’t want to have a fifth. Harry gasped when he placed the empty shot glass back onto the counter, joining the other empty shot glasses. He reached for his red wine and took a soothing sip of the gentle alcohol, letting it smother in his throat, taking away the burning feeling.

“See? You’re not dead.” Niall said.

“But my throat burns.” Harry retorted, rubbing his neck with his free hand. His head was a little dizzy but he wasn’t drunk. Yet. He knew he would be by the end of the night. With the three boys in his presence, there was no way he’d be sober. Louis loved to party and Niall loved beer and Liam… Well, he liked to have a good time too.

“So what’s your bride-to-be doing?” Liam asked, tapping the edge of his beer glass.

“She’s spending the night in Holmes Chapel with my mum and Gemma. Organising a baby shower, as per my mum’s request.” Harry answered.

“That’s sweet.” Niall smiled.

“And they went wedding dress shopping.” Harry added.

“Ooh, you’ll have fun taking the dress off her. Kinky.” Louis winked and gulped down his beer. If Harry wasn’t under the influence of alcohol, he would have slapped Louis across the back of the head for his comment. But Harry refrained from doing so and simply rolled his eyes, sipping his wine.

The dinner in London had been great, aside from the paparazzi. It could have been worse but sometimes, Harry wished he didn’t have camera flashes in his eyes and people hurling questions at him. Sometimes he felt like an animal in a zoo. He felt better to be in the safe refuge of his house. It was where his bachelor party would truly begin.

“You guys have decided on a date, right?” Louis asked Harry.

“April 9th.”

“Any special significance?”

“It was the night Bella first came here to London, exactly a year ago. We thought it was a special date for the both of us.” Harry said.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve melted my heart, Styles.” Niall chuckled. Harry punched him in the arm gently and the Irishman rubbed his bicep, moaning about how much it hurt. Wuss. Harry said to himself. What didn’t need deciding were Harry’s groomsmen. It was obvious that his bandmates would be the people to stand next to him when Bella walked down the aisle to meet him. Louis, Liam and Niall weren’t just his friends. They were the brothers he never had. He loved them like brothers and was grateful he got to experience everything with them ever since they came together on The X Factor.

“And the honeymoon?” Liam wanted to know.

“I’ve rented out a private island in Bali for us for three weeks.”

“So romantic…” Louis winked again. If he says anything else, I will not hesitate to knock his block off. Harry said in his mind. It was his duty as the groom to organise the honeymoon and pay for everything. The moment he saw the island while he surfed the Internet for honeymoon destinations, he didn’t need to look for anything else. It was paradise and he knew Bella would love it.

The organisation for the wedding had gone extremely well so far. They had decided on a venue, the guest list, the reception and the décor. They still needed to talk about the food and the rings which Harry had a feeling wouldn’t take very long. He knew what Bella liked and she knew what he liked. It was like they were the perfect match.

The boys moved to the closest sitting room and sat down on the couches. Tommo Bear appeared and leapt up right in Louis’ lap. The Englishman welcomed the puppy and held him close after he placed his glass of beer down on the coffee table. Tommo Bear loved being the centre of attention and loved being scratched and patted. The fact that he was named after Louis made Louis extremely smug and he brought the subject up all the time. And Harry responded with “Bella named him, not me.” every time.

“Game time!” Louis said.

“What game?” Harry asked.

“The classic: Never Have I Ever.” Louis responded with a smile. Harry groaned in his head. He had played the game twice on television before and neither were the best times he has had playing the game. He’d revealed he was part of the Mile High Club, hooked up with a fan and that he had danced naked in the rain.

“We already know everything about each other.” Harry said.

“This game reveals all, Hazza. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Harry agreed, having been defeated by the three boys.

“OK, I’ll go first. Never have I ever…walked out of a movie because it was bad.” Louis said. Both Harry and Liam raised their hands. The punishment was to drink, no surprise there. It was Liam’s turn next.

“Never have I ever…snooped through a friend’s bathroom or bedroom without them knowing.”

Louis drank two huge gulps of his beer.

“Whose?” Niall asked.

“That’s not part of the game.”

All the boys looked at Louis who gritted his teeth, rolling his eyes before setting them on Harry.

“Your bedroom.”

“First, Niall’s used my toothbrush. Now you’ve gone into my bedroom…without telling me. Why?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

“You really want to know?” Louis asked, still holding Tommo Bear in his lap.

“Yes!”

“I was looking for a condom. I ran out.”

Niall laughed, throwing his head back, clutching his chest and Liam grinned widely. Harry let out something between a laugh and a shocked gasp.

“Couldn’t you have just, you know, bought some?”

“Couldn’t be bothered.” Louis shrugged his shoulders. Harry shook his head in disgust. It was typical Louis. He didn’t want to know anymore. In truth, he was more shocked that Niall had used his toothbrush. Harry greatly promoted dental hygiene and the Irishman had completely gone against that. The game continued with Niall asking the next question.

“Never have I ever…flirted my way out of a speeding ticket.”

Louis and Niall drank. Then it was Harry’s turn.

“Never have I ever…shoplifted.”

It was Louis and Niall who drank again. Louis was the next person to speak.

“Never have I ever…had phone sex three nights in a row.”

Everyone but Harry had a drink.

“Seriously, Harry?” Louis was shocked.

“I’ve never done it three nights in a row.”

“Not even with Bella being in Australia for so many weeks?”

“No! This is too personal. Let’s move on.” Harry urged. He didn’t want the boys to know that, in fact, he and Bella had never had phone sex. It wasn’t Bella’s thing and Harry understood that so he didn’t do it for her benefit. He just got off by thinking about her, that wasn’t a problem for Harry. Liam was next.

“Never have I ever…danced naked around in my own house.”

All the boys drank. Next was Niall.

“Never have I ever…fooled around in a car and accidently honked the horn.”

Louis and Liam drank. It was Harry’s turn again.

“Never have I ever…spent the night sleeping by the toilet.”

Once again, all the boys took a gulp of alcohol. As they went around for the third time, the statements got more and more sexual. The more the boys drank, the more dirty the statements got. All of them turned into ones about hooking up, making out, masturbating and sex. It didn’t take very long for all four boys to fall into the abyss of being drunk. They swayed their glasses around and stumbled on the feet, holding onto each other and giggling like teenagers.

Harry lost track of how many glasses of wine he had. Four? Five? Six? He didn’t know. The only thing he knew was that he was very drunk. He loosened up around his friends and was having fun. Pretty soon, he was going to be a married man and he wouldn’t have the time to do things like this. At least, not as much.

While they played ‘Truth Or Dare’, Harry drunkenly said dare. Louis dared him to call Bella and tell her how much he loved her. As he was drunk, Harry thought nothing of it. It took him longer than usual to log into his phone because he had to squint to type in the correct passcode. Everyone laughed when the dial tone came out of Harry’s phone. There was the sound of someone picking up and his fiancée’s voice followed.

Hey there, baby.

“I wuv you…sooooo much.” Harry smiled while all the boys sniggered.

You’re drunk, aren’t you?

“Nuuuupe.”

Yes, you are. Sounds like you’re having fun. Bella laughed. Even in his drunken state, her laugh made Harry feel so happy. His grin became lopsided as he moved his hand through his hair (unsuccessfully, the curls fell over his forehead).

“I am. We’re flaying ‘Tuth or Dare’. Phis wus a dare.” Harry slurred his words.

This was a dare? To call me?

“Yep.” Harry said, adding a ‘pop’ on the p.

Well, thanks for calling me. You sound hilarious when you’re drunk.

“Phank yoooou. I wuv you sooo much. You are aforable.”

I love you too, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow and get some sleep if you can.

“Bye, bebah.”

Bye, Harry.

Once the call was over, the room was filled with infectious drunken laughter, joined by the soft yapping of Tommo Bear.

Harry didn’t know what time it was when he fell into his large bed, welcoming the soft sheets and plush pillows. He passed out straightaway while the boys took the other bedrooms. There was a warmth next to Harry and he knew it was the dog. He never let him sleep on the bed but on this night, he didn’t care or mind. All Harry wanted to do was sleep and the next day, he knew he would reunite with his future wife.

My beautiful boys :)

Notes

So a complete Harry POV chapter, couldn’t pass it up. I loved writing this chapter, much hilarity ensured for me :) There’s only two chapters to go so this story’s coming to an end, I can’t believe it!

This is my life song right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wPnGY5PlZY Makes me cry because I think of my grandfather when I listen to it.

I'm also thinking about writing a Bachelorette AU! So all the boys will be contestants to win a woman's heart. Would you guys be interested in reading something like that?

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