A/N: I am posting this chapter with a heavy heart! This is it! We've reached the end. DX I have enjoyed getting on every day and reading the new comments on this story, and I honestly can't believe how many of you actually enjoyed it. When I started this story, I didn't expect anyone to read it. So imagine how shocked I am today, to see all of you that have read ISWAW. Ugh. Guess I should get on with it, yeah? Well, this may be the last chapter for this story, but I will be posting the sequel in a week or so. I will make add another chapter with an authors note letting you know what the next book will be named.

I do have a few questions for the next book. First: How do you feel about Mpreg? Second: Would you guys prefer if the book takes place during their senior year, or have it set further in the future? I would love to hear your thoughts. Oh, and if any of you would like, you could leave title suggestions in the comments. I already have a few ideas in my head, but new ideas never hurt anyone.

Alright.... I'll let you get to it...

Excuse me while I cry.

Lottie set across from her brother, eyes shining with love as she stared at him and Harry, who were staring at each other. A protective arm was wrapped around the youngest boys thin shoulders, and fingers were closed in a tight grip. The moment she had seen her brother and his boyfriend walk into the restaurant, she could tell they were completely and happily in love with each other.

"I'm glad he found someone like you, Harry. He needed a good change in his life." Gemma said, folding her arms and leaning back into her own pair of arms that wrapped protectively around her. A nose was instantly nuzzling against her neck, making her crunch her neck and giggle softly.

"You too. Zayn's been good for you," Louis told his sister, finally managing to tear his eyes off of Harry long enough to give Lottie a knowing look before he flickered his eyes to the head that was now laying on her shoulder.

She blushed lightly and turned her head to come face to face with Zayn, their noses brushing. "He has, hasn't he?" she asked, laughing when she felt a hand sneak between her legs and squeeze her thigh softly.

"I think you have that the wrong way," Harry said, earning him a confirming nod from Zayn. "You have been good for me, and Lottie for Zayn,"

"Nope. You guys have been good for us. There's no arguing about this." Louis said, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared at Harry in a matter-of-fact way.

Harry seen that tongue poke the inside of Louis' cheeks, and his hands were immediately flying up in surrender. "Fine, you win. I take it back,"

Huffing, Louis leaned back and uncrossed his arms. He smiled at Lottie and winked at her. He knew that he has had a positive impact on Harry, and that Lottie has with Zayn, but this was his and Lottie's day. It was them against the world, or in this case, it was them against their boyfriends.

The two siblings were free of the burden their mother has placed on them for nearly their entire lifes. They no longer had to fake smiles or worry about how long their genuine happiness would last. They knew that where they were right now, was where they belonged and that it would last.

The fear of their mother never waking up after a night of partying, no longer weighed heavily on their minds anymore. They could have lives now, lives that didn't revolve around taking care of their mom. Ironically, the day their mom abandoned their lives, was the same day they actually began living.

Time skip: Christmas eve.

Harry set on the couch, Louis sitting between his legs on the floor. A large box, wrapped in pretty blue wrapping paper, set between Louis' legs. It was three o'clock in the morning, and after the two of them had birthday sex, per Louis' request, they made their way downstairs so Harry could give Louis his birthday present.... And christmas present. It was all wrapped into one. What could he say? He sucked at gift giving.

He watched, all to excitedly, as Louis tore open the box and was greeted with another box, which then had another box. This went on for three more boxes, all growing smaller and smaller, until he reached the last box that had a piece of paper inside it.

You think i'd let you off that easy? Try again. To find your real gift, I have set up a little game for you to play. All the places I use, are places that mean something to us and our relationship. Now, play along, and follow these simple rules and you will find your gift in a place you least expect it.

Then below that;

I am hidden somewhere dark. You hang clothes in me, and sometimes eat stolen cookies in me, what am I? Figure it out, and there will wait the next clue.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Louis squealed, and before Harry could give him a hint, Louis was already running up the stairs and into their bedroom.

Harry waited where he was, knowing Louis would be back downstairs in a matter of minutes.

And he was.

"I am played on everyday, sometimes by completely different people. This is where Harry first realized he had feelings for you. Figure it out, and there will lay the third clue, hidden beneath the thing you sit on," Louis read aloud, his lips pursing as he thought. "Oh!" he exclaimed, giving Harry no chance to say anything before he was bolting out the door and to the car.

"What are you waiting for? Grab your keys and come on!" Louis shouted before he slammed the car door shut. Harry just grinned and shook his head, following after him after he grabbed both of their jackets and Louis' shoes.

The clue led them to the park, then the one after that led them to the cafe, where Harry had heard the first sinful noise Louis could make. Then it was the school parking lot, then it was Louis' house, where they had their first kiss, and there were three more stops after that, all being a key to their relationship.

And now they stood in Harry's back yard, Louis running towards the woods while Harry trailed behind him, the box in his pants being a heavy reminder that this was it. This was the final clue before Louis got his present.

His heart was heavy as he walked through the woods and found Louis standing in their meadow, his eyes searching the tall grass as he blindly reached in front of him. "Try by the pond," Harry suggested, moving quickly after him so he could get in place.

Louis did as Harry said, and after a few seconds, he found the pink envelope. Slipping his tongue between his teeth, he ripped it open, his patients being gone, and unfolded the piece of paper.

If you have found me, that means you have finished the game. Was written at the top.

Through this, you have got to see all the different places that mean something to Harry, things that you probably didn't know. And if you have made it this far without killing him, then that proves that you love him.

Louis read through the rest of it carefully, his head swimming as he seen everything through Harry's point of view. He was nearly done with it now, and little did he know, Harry was in position behind him, his palms sweaty as they held the velvety box between them. By the time he reached the bottom of the page and read the last two words written in bold letters, his heart was mush in his chest.

TURN AROUND

He did.

"Louis William Tomlinson." Harry said as he finished getting down on one knee, the snow crunching beneath his weight. Louis' own name had his heart hammering in his chest. His eyes were popping out of his skull because this was really happening. "I met you a little over a year now, and forgive me for not knowing the exact date. My memory is shitty," Harry chuckled, trying to ease his nerves. "Then, I didn't know that the boy who hid inside his hoodie and stuttered over nearly every word, would be the same man I am kneeling in front of today. I didn't know that by simply talking to him, I would find myself captivated by his very existence. I didn't know I would want to figure out every single little detail about him, or that I'd enjoy doing it. I didn't know that he would impact my life the way he did.

I didn't know that I would fall in love with him as hard and as fast as I did. I love you, Louis, and I want you to know that I will continue loving you until my last breath. I know that I don't have much to offer, well things that can't be bought with money, but I promise you I will give you everything I have. I will give you everything I am, and more, if you promise me that you will stay by my side forever," pausing, Harry opened the lid on the small box and revealed the small ring that shimmered in the sun that was just starting to rise.

"With this ring, I promise that I will continue being the very best that I can be. I promise you that you will never be alone, and that you will never feel alone. I promise you that there will always be cookies hidden under my bed. I promise that I will continue to love you as strongly, and as fiercely as I do today. This ring will signify that one day, I will be your husband, your best friend, your other half, the father to your children. With this ring, I promise you that you will never walk this earth again, feeling unloved or unwanted. Because I want you, Louis, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I know that we're still young, but I have never been more surer of something, than I am now. I love you, and I hope you will accept everything I am giving you." There, he said it. He laid everything out there. He was making himself vulnerable.

To add to all of this, Harry felt as something wet began to trail down his cheek, and he felt as this ball began to form in his throat, making it hard to swallow. It didn't take him long to realize that he was crying, and when he met Louis' gaze, he was pulled into the crystal clear waves that crashed against the shore. The swirling blue eyes that were full of passion and unclear emotions generated the feeling of being comfortable, warm, familiar, safe. He didn't hesitate to dive right in, the peak of awe written all over his face as his body was flooded with the overwhelming feeling of being home.

"I love you, Harry Styles, and I promise you that one day I will take you to your promise and make you my husband," Louis said, full blown sobbing now. He didn't miss the look on Harry's face, the way it lit up with pure joy. "Now, get off your knees and kiss me, you fool," Louis sniffled and laughed as Harry scrambled to his feet and wrapped Louis in a hug. He spun them not once, not twice, but three times around before he planted Louis on the ground and crushed his lips with his own.

The kiss was quick, but the love the two of them had poured into it left them breathless. They were both panting, fog forming around them from the cold, crisp air, when Harry took the ring out of the box, being so careful, before he slipped the band onto Louis' slim finger and stared at the diamond that caught the sun and glimmered so beautifully on top of his finger. It was a simple silver band that had three small diamonds on either side of the larger one, but the way it sat on his finger, it looked so perfect, so extravagant. It looked like it was finally where it belonged.

Even if it was just a promise ring.

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Anne heard the back door slide open and when she turned around, she seen Louis walk in first, hair disheveled and a patch of dried mud smudged across his right cheek, then Harry followed close behind him, mud and pieces of snow clinging to strands of his hair.

It didn't take much to figure out what they were doing out there.

Rolling her eyes, Anne began to turn around, but something caught her eye. It was a little flash of light, and when she looked in that area closely, she nearly fainted. "OH MY GOD HARRY EDWARD STYLES WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME!" She shouted, throwing the soapy sponge she had been using, at Harry before she ran right over to them and pulled into a hug, tears already streaming down her face.

"Calm-- mum you're squishing me- down, I wanted it to -seriously, I can't breath- be a surprise. Oh, for the love of god, let me breath," Harry cried out, prying his mums off of him so he could step back and allow his crushed airway a chance to work.

He felt bad for Louis, he really did, but he was leaving him to fend for himself.

"I nearly had a heart attack! Is that what you would have wanted, Harry? Did you want your mother to die in clothes like these, with soap and water covering her?" Maybe she was over exaggerating, but Harry didn't need to know that.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I didn't know a promise ring would be such a big deal to you," Harry murmured as he popped a grape in his mouth and leaned against the counter with his hip.

"Of course it's a big deal! Aw...." Harry stopped listening then. He has already used his quota on emotions for today.

Grabbing the bowl of grapes, he went into the front room and plopped down on the couch. The t.v was on, and his eyes were focused on it, but it was background noise. His ears were focused on the words being said in the kitchen, but he didn't really listen closely to what they were saying.

"You picked a good one, brother," Gemma said as she plopped down on the cushion next to Harry, her fist grazing his arm as she punched him playfully.

"I already know this," he said, rolling his eyes. He would never tell Gemma this, but her approval of Louis meant a lot to him.

They sat in silence for a few seconds. "I'm proud of you," she whispered sincerely. "If someone, a year ago, would have told me that I would be sitting next to you, saying this or congratulating you on giving your boyfriend a promise ring, I would punch them in the face and laugh at how horrible their lie was," she said, lips opening again like she wanted to say something, but she paused for a second and turned to face Harry. "You've always been smart, and I'm glad that you finally have your head pulled out of your ass,"

"You didn't congratulate me," Harry said, confused. That, next to the swelling of pride in his chest from the feeling of actually doing something right for once in his life, was the only thing he caught from that conversation.

Snorting, Gemma took a grape out of the bowl and stood up. "I just did," she said, winking at him before she disappeared up the stairs.

Harry was left confused for a second, and not for the first time that day, but then a figure was jumping over the couch and landing in his lap before erupting in a chorus of giggles. He didn't remember why he was confused, because a pair of lips were pressing soft kisses along his jaw and he forgot everything in this world except for Louis.

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Anne rinsed off the last dish before she put it into the dish drainer and made her way into the living room. She wiped her hands on the back of her jeans and leaned against the door, eyes focused on her two boys on the couch. Her heart was full of love when she noticed Harry glance at Louis every few seconds with that reserved smile of his, but it was always when he thought nobody would notice.

And like that day in the kitchen when he taught Louis how to cook, the day Anne wasn't even supposed to be home, she noticed.

She always noticed.

With one last glance at the two, she slowly backed out of the room and left them alone, the fear she once felt when she left Harry alone in a room, now gone. She knew, in the deepest part of her heart, that Louis would take care of her boy.

Scratch that.

Their boy.