AN: Ending of this chapter almost made me cry and I didn't even cry when I wrote about Nat finding Harry's letters. Lmao the soccer ball I drew is prettier than me but it goes with this chapter. Prepare yourselves...

"So what happened to the princess?" The little girl besides me asked, her small legs hovering over the floor as she swung them from side to side, curiously peering over my shoulder to see what I was drawing in her sketchbook.

"Well you see, the princess realized that she didn't need to deal with prince's bs anymore so she left, she said you know what, I love myself and that's all the love I need, I don't need your negativity in my life, I don't need the stress." I ranted, furiously coloring in the drawing I made making the paper crinkle slightly as the little girl gave me a cautious look.

"But the prince, he loves her-"

"No, he was just pretending to love her to get to the other princess." I said with a sigh, giving her a sad smile as she pouted.

"So the prince uses the princess to get to someone else, but the princess uses the prince to write a spell? Why are they both so mean? Why do they use eachother?" The little girl questioned, scratching at her head as I frowned and looked back down at the paper in my hand.

"I don't know, it seems kind of dumb and silly when you think about it doesn't it." I laughed, scrunching my face at her making her nod her small head furiously in agreement.

"But prince, he chases her, princes always goes after their princesses." She protested, tugging at the sleeve of my sweat shirt as I smiled at her.

"That's true but I'm not his princess and I never was, besides, the whole chasing thing only happens in movies." I reasoned with her, giving her a small shrug as she shook her head in denial, her strawberry blonde pony tails swishing back and forth.

"That fluffy haired boy is looking for his princess." She said, pointing out the window behind me making me furrow my brows in confusion.

I turned in my seat, my eyes widening in shock as I stared through the window of the other plane besides this one, only to find Harry and all of my friends and family following after him in the crowded space.

"What the fu-" I stopped my sentence, looking at the small girl next to me in my peripheral vision before I cleared my throat.

"What the fudge.." I reworded, furrowing my brows in confusion as I watched Harry create absolute chaos in the other plane, trying to run through the small corridors, opening his mouth calling out someone's name.

My name.

I shifted in my seat, my heart picking up speed as I practically pressed my face against the glass of my window.

What the hell's gotten into that boy?

I tried to maintain a straight face when Harry's wide hopeful green eyes suddenly locked with mine from across, struggling to keep my expression passive and emotionless as he mouthed the words "I love you" with a desperate expression on his flawless face.

I was so fucking pissed.

How the hell was he just gonna write a fucking documentary about wanting to be with my sister than have the fucking audacity to stop me from leaving so I can get out of his way.

Why did this bitch always have to complicate things.

I raised my middle fingers, pressing them against the glass repeatedly only making him laugh which honestly got me even more irritated.

Aha yeah so funny making me emotionally unstable fucking hillarious.

I turned to a new blank page in the litte girl's sketchbook, writing down "Fuck off white cracker" on it before pressing my sign against the window with wide eyes.

The dimpled smile on his face only seemed to grow when he read my sign before he turned to Bernie, snapping his fingers gesturing him to give him something as Bernie followed and passed him the sketchbook he was holding.

Harry grabbed a pencil from Bernie's other hand and started to scribble something down onto the page before pressing it against the window for me to see.

"I Love you. Please let me explain."

I narrowed my eyes, shaking my head as I wrote another message for him and brought it up.

Suck my dick.

Him and my friends and family only laughed before he started writing something down again on a new page, holding it to the window after he was finished.

Marry me.

I had to admit that one caught me off guard, especially when Harry used his free hand to retrieve that same black jewelry box he showed my sister, opening it and revealing the diamond ring as Mandy squeezed her way into my view besides Harry.

"It has your name on it" She mouthed at me, pointing frantically at the ring in Harry's hand as he nodded, not taking his eyes off me.

This was all too much for me to process, I honestly didn't understand what was going on, I literally saw Harry taking the ring out and give it to Mandy-

Oh now hold up.

Did he ever actually say the words will you marry me out loud when that happened?

I thought he did...

I blinked in disbelief, snapping out of my thoughts when I read the new message Harry had put up against the window.

Did you read the whole journal?

I gulped, slowly shaking my head now suddenly regretting not reading the whole thing.

Just let me explain he wrote down again as I played with the crayon in my hand, knowing that I should at least hear him out.

Harry was writing something down again with a frown before he pressed it against the window with saddened eyes.

I'm sorry about my letters.

I took in a deep breath, exhaling loudly before I wrote my reply back and brought it up for him to see.

I'm sorry about my book.

Harry sent me an understanding smile, a look of adoration on his face knowing that this was progress as I pursed my lips, trying not to smile back at him.

Do you still love me was his next message, catching me off gaurd as I blinked at him from across our windows.

I shook my head with a frown, looking down at the paper in my hand as I scrawled down my answer.

But then airplane I was in started to move.

I snapped my head up with wide eyes, looking up to find the light of the seatbelt button turned on before I looked out the window, my panicked expression mirroring Harry's as I saw him drop the sketchbook in his hand, pushing passed people to catch a glimpse of me while the airplane I was in backed out.

Without thinking I unbuckled my seatbelt in alarm, standing to my feet running to the front of the airplane desperately trying to show Harry my message through the windows as he ran to the end of the other airplane, the both of us tripping over people as I waved the page in my hand at him before I was restricted by a few flight attendants who were ordering me to go back to my seat.

I tried to press the paper against the glass window closest to me, practically jumping over people's laps but the aircraft pulled out, leaving Harry in the other plane behind before he could see the big YES on my sketchbook.

++

"Harry Styles, Harry Styles, Harry Styles, Harry Styles." My editor Elliot told me, her tone conversational as she looked at me, awaiting my answer while I retracted back in my seat making a double chin and blinking at her with wide eyes.

The other publishers turned to look at me when I didn't answer right away.

"Uh... I'm sorry, could you um, could you maybe repeat that again?" I asked with a nervous laugh, cocking my head to the side a bit as I squinted my eyes and furrowed my brows at Elliot who pressed her thin lips into an impatient line.

"I said having your book sold in the top three main libraries and bookstores in San Francisco would be a good start for your career right?" She reiterated, her voice stern as I blinked at her in realization, my mouth forming the shape of an 'O' as I nodded my head slowly.

"Yes, yes it would..." I agreed, trying to match her haughty tone as I straightened in my seat, crossing my leg over the other like the rest of the tight suited men and women at the table before I mumbled a "holy shit that was weird" under my breath, referring to how I was constantly hearing Harry's name out of everyone's mouths everywhere I go.

"I'm sorry what was that Miss Kaufman?" A man at the table addressed me, turning in his chair as all eyes focused on me.

"Oh, I uh, I said you have a nice beard." I quickly rephrased my sentence, giving him a small nod only for everyone to look at the man's cleanly shaven chin.

"I don't have a bea-"

"Who wants coffee? Anyone want coffee, Mark I know you want coffee!" I stood to my feet with a forced smile, slapping the palms of my hands on the table making a few people jump at the adrupt sound as I pointed at another man across the table.

"My name's Paul.."

"Hazelnut latte it is!" I laughed out, giving him a wink as I walked to the door only for Elliot to stop me, placing her hand on my arm pulling me aside.

"What is going on with you Natalie," She hissed at me, lowering her head as she sent me an aggravated look.

"I book you a hotel here, gather all these well known publishers and editors who would love to work with you and you're not taking any of it seriously. Do you know how many writers would love to be in your position right now?" She chastized, making my shoulders slump and my fake smile fall as I hung my head in shame before meeting her hardened gaze.

"Look Elliot, I'm sorry. I really do appreciate everything you've done for me and I'm so grateful I just-"

"Say it louder for the people in the back!" Paul hollered, leaning back in his seat with his hands cupping the sides of his mouths as everyone stared at him.

"What I'm trying to say is, I've got someone on my mind right now." I spoke up, my voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear as I scanned all the people at the table who were watching me intently in their seats.

"If someone asked you to marry them at my age... would you say yes?" I blurted my question out before I could stop myself.

"What on earth are you-" Elliot began, looking absolutely mortified at my random and personal question.

"Depends, is that person hot?" One writer asked.

"Don't be a pig, looks aren't everything." Another woman scoffed in response, sending the man a dirty glare before she turned to me.

"The real question here is are they good in bed?" She asked with an intriqued expression.

"Can the person deep throat!?" Someone else shouted.

Elliot's face by now was beet red as she sputtered, opening and closing her mouth while the look of horror stayed on her face as I brought my fingers against my lips, thinking.

"Yes and yes to both questions." I said to the man and woman at the table, referring to the "are they hot" and "are they good in bed" questions before looking at the balding guy in the back who asked the last one.

"Um... not so sure about the last one.." I confessed, trailing off as a significant memory of feeding Harry french fries in his car with him sucking on my fingers came into my head.

"Okay I think the last one is a strong maybe..." I offered, giving a slight shrug as I moved my hand from side to side in a so-so motion.

"Oh for goodness sakes! What does this have anything to do with your writing?" Elliot snapped at me, turning to send me a glare as I blinked at her.

"Everything actually. The man who I'm sort of in love with- aha okay really in love with asked me to marry him- uh kind of and there's I guess a lot of misunderstandings but, he's the one who inspired me to write my story." I confessed, letting out a small breath as everyone except for Elliot let out small aw's.

"But I also used him, only in the beginning though..." I admitted, looking down at my feet in shame but feeling a lot better now that I was letting everything out, even if it was to a bunch of other publishers and editors who were practically strangers.

Everyone at the table erupted in a loud chorus of boo's before they started throwing crumpled papers at me as I gawked at them in shock, trying to block their hits while someone yelled "Boo you whore" in the back.

"Ow! Okay hey, I know, I know it was a bitch move but he used me too." I defended once their reign of paper balls stopped, the whole room suddenly going silent as everyone stilled at the sound of distant humming from above.

"Is someone humming the James bond theme song?" Someone questioned before the humming got louder and the opening of the vent above fell down with a booming clank onto the table making everyone jump out of their seats before a pair of long legs in black skinny jeans poked out from the vent, hanging from the opening of the ceiling.

"Fuck! I should've gone head first like she did!" A deep British voice that I was all too familiar with cursed from above, the long legs flailing in the air with the upper part of his body still inside the vent.

"Someone please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this..."I trailed off in an unsure tone as everyone slowly nodded in confirmation while gawking at the pair of legs dangling from the ceiling.

"Why do we even have an air vent in this room?" Someone else questioned.

"What the hell is even going on here! You know what, I've had enough- I'm calling security!" Elliot exploded, pushing passed me in anger as she exited out of the room while I approached Harry's legs.

"Is Natalie Kaufman in this room?" He panted from above, his voice echoing from inside the vent as all heads in the room turned to look at me.

"Nah mun, she in dah room nex tuh disa one." I said in a jamaican accent, wanting to reach out to play with the hem of his pants.

"Natalie I know that's you." He retorted and for some odd reason I smiled at his words.

"What are you doing here Harry." I asked, my voice coming out tired and uncharacteristically serious as I went with my first instincts and started to play with the bottom of his pants, caressing his brown ankle boots making his legs go limb at the feeling.

"What am I doing in San Francisco or in the vent?"

"Both." I shrugged even though he couldn't see me.

"Well," Harry began, letting out a sigh that people only made when they were about to go into full depth about a situation.

"I'm in San Francisco because the girl I love is here and I never got to see her answer if she loved me back. Second, I called Lisa and made her tell me where your meeting was being held only to be denied access to go in and talk to you." He explained, his voice a bit shakey as I poked at the tips of his shoes.

"So you went through the vent?"

"I went through the vent... but now I'm kind of stuck." He replied, not missing a beat as I looked up at the vent and smiled.

"Look Natalie, I'm sorry. I never meant for you to find out that way... or ever if I'm being honest because none of that even mattered anymore. But you out of all people should know that things don't always go the way we planned, that things happen unexpectedly and soon our goals and intentions change." Harry said in a soft knowing tone making me take in a deep breath in understanding since that's exactly what happened to me when I was writing my story.

"I guess-"

"Natalie, I'm not here to take you back- okay well yes I want you but I've also realized that you are one of the most selfless people I know and that you'd sacrafice anything for other people's happiness, including yours." Harry began, sounding extremely flustered and at that moment I wished I could see his face and look into his green worried eyes.

"I just wanted to let you know that my love for you isn't and was never fake, and that over time I fell for you and everything was real for me, but if not being with me makes you happy I'll- I'll let you be happy, I'll try and do what you've been doing this whole time in relationship because your happiness is mine." He finished, letting out a shakey breath as I looked at everyone in the room who were now holding up their phones recording everything.

"Oh fuck my feelings." Paul sniffed before embracing with another fellow editor as the two men hugged and sobbed into eachother's shoulder.

"Thanks Harry." I smiled, patting his foot before crawling on the table, wrapping my arms around his legs and hugging his limbs.

"Are you... hugging my legs?" He asked from above, his voice bubbling in amused laughter as I nodded.

"I can't hug your upper body so..."

"I love you Natalie, you don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know." He cut me off, his tone sincere as I tightened my grip on him slightly.

"Arms up and suck in." I ordered.

"Uh... what?"

"Arms up and suck in. I'm going to pull you out." I repeated and with one swift tug at his legs I tried to bring him down, only for me to accidently pull down his pants in the process until they were at his ankles leaving Harry in his boxers, his legs still dangling from the ceiling as everyone gasped before people started to snap pictures making my eyes widen in shock.

"Oh shit I'm sorry, your skinny jeans are usually so tight I didn't think they would- I'm sorry." I said, placing my hand over my mouth, my lips turning up into a smile as I heard Harry let out a groan of embarrassment from above.

"If it's any consolation, these are my favorite." I complimented with a small laugh, thumbing the fabric of his care bear boxers with a smirk as I heard him chuckle.

"I wore them just for you." He teased.

"Okay, let's try this one more time-"

"Please don't take my boxers off." Harry gulped making me laugh.

"Nah, I got you boy." I reassured him, grabbing ahold of his ankles this time before I pulled, making the rest of his body fall out of the vent, crashing down onto the table with an echoing smack.

"Fuck, that shit hurts. I don't know how you do these things." Harry groaned out, screwing his eyes shut in pain as I quickly grabbed his limp arms, checking for any bruising or scratches on his skin before brushing a strand of his brown tossled hair off his forehead.

His eyes flew open at my touch, making me freeze before I awkwardly retretacted my hand back until he grabbed my wrist, putting my hand back on his cheek as he turned his head and kissed the palm before looking back at me as I smiled down at him.

"I love you too." I told him, running the pad of my thumb over his flushed skin making his eyes widen before a dimpled smile made its way to his face as he let out a breath of relief.

"Wanna get married then?" He casually asked, holding up that same jewelry box before opening it and revealing the small diamond ring inside.

I pursed my lips in thought, squinting my eyes at it before giving him a playful look as he grinned at me, patiently awaiting my answer as I observed him.

Definitely husband material.

"You know I do." I told him, making Harry's whole face light up as I dropped my act and let the wide smile on my face grow, my eyes crinkling probably looking non-existent at this point before I felt his large hand on the nape of my neck, gently pushing me down until our lips met and my body melted on top of his.

He placed his free hand on my hip and the other tangled tangled into my hair, holding a fistfull of it to keep me in place as his soft lips brushed against mine while my fingers tangled into the locks of his own hair, the both of us smiling into the kiss.

"Alright, so you guys are just gonna keep making out on the table or..." One of the editors in the room coughed awkwardly before Harry and I drew back with me straddling him on the table before we both looked at the small crowd of people in the back of the room watching us in silence.

"Uh.. yeah." Harry and I shrugged in unison before we went back to kissing.

"There they are! And they're having sex on the table!" Elliot came back into the room, two large security guards dressed in black at her side before they went over to us, pulling Harry and I apart as we both laughed while they ushered the two of us out of the building, Harry's pants still hanging on his ankles as he sent me a wink.

"I bought your book by the way." Harry commented as we were being carried out making me turn to him with wide eyes.

"You're joking." I scoffed, raising my brows at him as he shook his head with a knowing cocky smile.

"I'm on Chapter four."

"Please don't."

"Hey wifey?"

"What?" I said, turning to give him a deadpanned look trying not to blush from his nickname he called me before he sent me that mischevious dimpled smirk, amusement clear in his eyes.

"Do you really think I have forest mint green orbs?"

++

Harry was squeezing my hand tightly, his wedding band shining a bit under the bright lights of the hospital.

"Fuck you're in pain aren't you, is it bad, just tell me now and I'll- fuck I don't know what I'll do but I'm here for you and-"

"I'm fine dude. I mean the contractions still hurt, but I'll live." I laughed, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze only for his eyes to widen.

"My wife is going to die!" Harry panicked, looking around at the doctors as he began to hypervenilate.

"Ma'm, can you please tell your husband to calm down?" One of the nurses asked on the other side of my bed, giving me a look as I nodded at her, trying to focus on my vanilla boy even though my uterus felt like it was about to explode.

"Babe," I began, grabbing a brown paper bag for him from the table besides me to breathe into making him take it with a grateful smile as he hypervenilated into it at my side.

"Chill." I told him with a smirk, only for my face to immediatly contort in pain as I arched my back slightly off the bed, my breathing coming out in adrupt huffs as Harry dropped the bag, holding onto my hand tighter.

"The baby's coming!" I said through gritted teeth, a layer of sweat forming over my face as Harry paled and the doctors went between my spread legs.

"Push!"

"I feel like I'm taking a large shit what the fuck!" I cried out, my legs shaking as I squeezed the life out of Harry's hand who stayed by my side, peering down between my legs.

"I see a head! Nat I see a head, oh god this is so beau- oh fuck it's slimy, and there's blood- yeah lots of blood oh jesus I'm gonna puke." Harry exclaimed with joy, the excitement in his voice fading until he started to gag by the end of his sentence, turning his head away coughing but still holding my hand.

I clenched my jaw from the pain, my body feeling like it was being drained of all its energy as I tilted my head up at the ceiling, my hair sticking to my sweaty skin as I continued to push.

Like salt and pepper sang, push it real good.

Ahaha fuck this hurt.

"This is all your fault! I'm in pain because your pull out game is weak!" I growled at Harry, letting go of his hand to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him close until our faces were only inches apart.

My whole body suddenly felt limp and I collapsed back into my mattress, legs shaking as my grip on Harry's shirt loosened and my chest heaved up and down rapidly, my eyes fluttering close as the exhaustion took over me.

Harry was still holding my hand.

I opened my eyes to find the doctor cradling our baby, but even in my drained state I knew something was wrong.

Our baby wasn't moving, she wasn't even crying.

She was completely still, her small body and hands limp making my eyes widen as panic seeped through my whole body while I tried to get up, reaching for my baby, my Olivia.

I watched in horror as the doctors all rushed together, their voices calm but urgent as they placed Olivia down, her small chest wasn't rising or falling and they started the defibrillators.

They shocked my baby, her small body jerking up but then falling back to its lifeless form across from me as Harry and I waited for her to cry, to wiggle and scream out.

I suddenly heard crying only to realize that it was my own when they continued to shock Olivia and nothing happened, I was trying to get out of bed, reaching my hand out as Harry stepped in front of me, blocking me from the view as he held my head in place while I buried my crying face into his chest.

I gripped onto the fabric of his shirt, wailing in agony only to find that his shoulders were shaking as well from crying, the both of us holding eachother and sobbing when the shocks stopped and there was still no sound that left my new born baby's lips.

"Olivia! Olivia!" I screamed out, trying to look passed Harry's shoulder but he stopped me, bringing his hand to my chin tilting it up so I was looking at his saddened green eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as well.

"Look at me, Natalie look at me."

"No! My baby! She's still okay, she's okay!" I cried, thrashing my body as he grabbed my wrists, trying to keep me still as I flailed in my bed, my whole body shaking and my heart crumbling into pieces as I heard Harry choke on his own sob.

I could suddenly smell the faint scent of October fall leaves and dewey grass but I ignored it.

"I'm here Natalie, I'm here." Harry beckoned for my attention, his voice cracking as we looked at one another with the same heart broken tearful expression.

And then I let my body fall against his, crying all over again, the tears never ending.

"Ma'm?" The sound of a child's voice echoed, not belonging to any of the doctors or Harry in this memory making me shake my head, burying my face into my husband's warm chest for comfort.

"Sir?" The boy's voice echoed again as the scene before me started to drain away including the warm feel of Harry's arms around me.

"Ma'm, sir, can I have my ball back?"

And that was when I finally snap back to the present.

I blink in surprise, coming out of my daze before I turn my head to find a chubby impatient boy staring at me.

"Can I please have my soccer ball back?" He asks again with a small huff, trying to be polite.

I take in a sharp breath, still a bit confused before I look down at the soccer ball in my hands, only to find another pair of hands on the other side across from me, my eyes lingering on the crucifix tattoo on his skin.

I let my gaze travel up the man's arms only for my eyes to connect with his widened green ones once again.

That's right, I was walking in the park and then a ball suddenly rolled near my feet.

I bent over and picked it up, only for someone else to do the same before we both straightened and made eye contact.

Have you ever had that moment when you make eye contact with someone who you've had a past with, someone you used to talk to a lot, or were best friends with, maybe even lovers and as you two pass all the memories come back to you.

I finally realize that in the short span of the five or four seconds I took to look into the eyes of the man who I haven't seen in eight years, all the memories and moments I've ever shared with him filled my head, to the first time I saw him parked in his car when I threw a bible at him.

I had replayed and relived every memory, each one so vivid and clear as if it all had just happened yesterday and by the look on his face I knew the same had happened to him.

"It's nice to see you again Harry."

AN: Just in case anyone is confused, this whole story has just been a flashback of what happened in the past.

So from chapter one to now after the death of Harry and Nat's child those were all just flashbacks and events that had happened in the past which is why the story is in past tense.

Later, near the ending of the chapter it switches to present tense which is on purpose because now we are in the present.

So what took months for you to read and go over with all of the chapters was just five seconds of Nat and Harry looking into eachother's eyes and reliving the memories.

Sometimes you get Harry's point of view because he was remembering everything as well.

It's been eight years since they've last seen eachother so Nat and Harry are around their early thirties.

One chapter left of Cliché.