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Epilogue ~ Harry

Long time ago I never thought I was going to be a worldwide pop star, with millions of fans and the four best mates I could ask for. I never thought people would see me as a role model or anything. I never thought people would follow me just to get a picture of me. I never thought I was going to feel alone while being surrounded by so many people. And definitely, I never thought that I was going to meet the girl of my dreams the day my car broke down. But I did and it was a long and difficult journey to get where we are today, but I think it was worth it. Every day I fought for her, every time I felt like giving up —and when I actually did—,  every tear, every sleepless night… all these things were worth it because we’re together now.

I must admit there was a moment when I thought she was never going to change, and that loving her was hopeless, but she did change. She opened up to me, poured her heart and asked for a second chance. For a moment back then I thought of leaving, to save myself from a worse heartache, but I couldn’t. So I took the risk and trusted her again and it was the best decision of my life. Or maybe the second, the best one was calling to Morgan’s Mechanics, because that brought Hannah into my life.

Hannah has changed so much, yet she is the same. What is different now is that she doesn’t hide anymore, she is not afraid of losing people and loving them. She is the sweet, compassionate, funny, witty, sometimes sarcastic, competitive girl that I love, but now she is like that with everyone. Now everyone can see how amazing she is, why I love her so much. Why she is the girl of my dreams.

We go out as much as we can, we hang out with my friends —who are her friends, too, now—, sometimes with hers, as well, because she is making loads of new friends in Uni. We do many things together, we are happy and since I met her, I’ve never felt alone again.

I still remember those days when I saw the guys with their girlfriends, waiting for them at the airport, so happy to see them again. But at that time I had no one for me. There was no one who would miss me the way Mila, Alex and Eleanor —in that time— missed the lads. But now I do have someone, I have the most amazing girl ever waiting for me at home, missing me as much as I miss her and today I can’t wait to see her again.

We are coming back from Italy for a break after two weeks in Europe already. We’ll carry on with the other cities later, but it’s time for a break and we’re back in London. We’re at the airport right now, picking our luggage. Alex and Niall are holding hands, as usual. Now that she is part of the crew, Niall is even happier than usual and they don’t have to spend time apart. She is busy working and so is he, but they can see each other every night, something that none of us can do.

After what happened in Italy, Louis is avoiding everyone. I know he is thinking about everything that happened in that country, but I do believe things will get better from now on. He needed this experience. He says he needs space and Kay told us to give him what he needed, that she would take care of the rest. That we needed to treat him as usual, so that’s what we do. We pretend that he is not acting differently, that he is the same Louis, although he still have issues with women.

Zayn disappeared as soon as we landed, practically running and I’m not surprised. When I look at my right, Mila and Zayn are hugging and snogging, not minding the PDA at the airport packed with paparazzi.

Liam stayed behind… with Tammy. Yeah, long story and I still don’t understand what’s happening there.

I know Hannah is not here and I’m okay with that. She told me she had to work at the garage because her dad went to Cardiff for a meeting to expand the business. She said she was sorry but she would be waiting for me at home. She made sure I would know her father is not going to be there tonight. So yeah, I’m dying to leave the airport and see my girlfriend. We have to catch up, you know?

I quit watching Zayn and Mila in their reunion and I pick up my bag, but when I turn on my heels, I see her and I hold my breath. I haven’t seen her in two weeks only, but when I spot her standing there I feel it’s been two lifetimes. She is wearing a Sunday dress and short boots, her hair is falling graciously, framing her lovely face and she is smiling brightly, knowing she’s surprised me with being here. Hannah waves shyly at me and I swear I feel like the world stops around me and all I see is her. Her smile, her green eyes, the freckles on her face, the way she is standing there, awkwardly, waiting to know what to do next.

I wasn’t expecting to see her here, and I was fine with that, but now that I actually see here in the airport, waiting for me and no one else, I realise how much I wanted her to be here. For me.

I smile wide, my cheeks hurting already as I drop my bag and sprint towards her, so happy to see my Hannah here. When she sees me approaching, she opens her arms smiling brightly at me and when I get there, I grab her in my arms, hugging her so tight it should hurt, but she doesn’t complain, she just giggles and hugs me back with the same strength. I’m so happy, so ridiculously happy to have her in my arms again.

“God, I’ve missed you so much!” She exclaims as I still hold her in my arms, not ready to let her go just yet.

I don’t reply with words; I put her on her feet and then I cup her face softly and kiss her tenderly. I know there are tons of paparazzi around and many fans as well, people who are taking pictures of us; but I don’t care. I just have to kiss her. I’ve missed her more than what I thought I would.

“I missed you, too. So much it should be illegal! And I’m so glad that you’re here, but I thought you had work,” I tell her, still with her lovely face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her skin softly.

“I did, but Sheila yelled at me for not being here,” Hannah laughs and I can’t help it, I kiss her again. “So here I am. Surprise!” I chuckle at the cuteness in her voice when we break the kiss.

“The most beautiful surprise ever,” I tell her and I hug her again, kissing her forehead this time.

“Aw, aren’t they cute? Louis, do you want to do the same? I can pretend I’ve been here waiting for you all this time. I can even cry if you want me, just to make it more dramatic,” Kay offers and only then I realise not only her, but Mila, Zayn and Louis are watching us.

“Don’t be stupid,” he answers and she smiles at him.

“Oh, come on! It’s gonna be cute. We have to win, Louis. We can’t let Harrah win in the PDA! Louis!” She insists, holding back the laughter. Louis just rolls his eyes, and she chuckles.

I admire Kay. No matter what Louis says or does, she doesn’t give up. If there’s someone who really can help my best mate, I’m sure that person is Kay.

I feel Hannah tensing in my arms and when I look at her, she is glaring daggers at Louis and he notices this, too, so he covers his crotch immediately.

I smile and chuckle at Hannah’s reaction. She still hasn’t quite forgiven Louis for what he told us weeks ago, and after what Mila did to him when we played with Prodigy in Manchester, he is way more careful when he approaches to our girlfriends.

“Okay, let’s go home before someone gets hurt,” I say pulling Hannah away from Louis just when Pauls approaches with my bag in his hand. “See you around, guys!” I add my girlfriend stops glaring at Louis and waves goodbye at the others.

She came in her car, so she drives to her home and I don’t even bother about my flat. I know I won’t be going until tomorrow. Maybe.

While she drives, I take her hands, rubbing her skin with my thumb, smiling at her all the time. So happy to be with her again.

Louis may still think that Hannah finding someone better is inevitable because none of us is perfect, so it’s only a matter of time, but I don’t believe that anymore. He made me doubt for a while, I know I’m not perfect, I know there are better people than I, but none of them is perfect for Hannah, none of them can love her the way I love her. She is not perfect either, but she is perfect to me and only me and I believe when she tells me that I’m perfect for her.

“I love you, you know that, right?” I say out of the blue and he smiles at me for one second before focusing on the road again.

“As much as I love you,” she replies and I raise our hands together, kissing her wrist softly.

I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not afraid she will push me away because I know she tore her walls down and she did it forever. I know there’s no one better suited for Hannah than I. I know Hannah is all I ever wanted and all I’ll ever need to be whole. And as much as I need her, she needs me.

We need each other.

I think our story is like a complex symphony and many people may not be able to read it and feel it the way we do. Every event, every moment we lived together is a note, painted in a music sheet that has been registering everything since we met. And this symphony is not finished, there are more notes to add, more sheets to write on and we, Hannah and I, are the musicians and performers. We write and play our own symphony together, because our love is just like music. It makes you feel like there’s magic in the air, it makes you believe everything is possible, it holds you when you feel you’re falling, it gives you hope when everything seems lost. And I wouldn’t want it in any other way.

~le end~

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And that's it. The official last part of this story. I hope you liked it, I hope it was worth the wait. I can't believe MS hit 10M reads!! Thank you so much for reading, commenting and voting for this story. I've read EVERY single comment. On the last chapter there are over 2 thousands comments. I've read them all. Even those comments of the readers that just discovered this story. Every single one of them. And all of them have made me smile. So thank you so much for that. You are so amazing.

I have missed Harrah, what about you? And I gave you some hints about for Bitter & Sassy and Masquerade, too ;) I'm so happy you're also enjoying those stories.

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