They get married on July 24.
“If your best friend can’t be there in person,” Harry said one night, “Then she’s just going to have to be there in spirit.”
She kissed him for half an hour because he said that.
She goes into labor the day after, and she gives birth to a beautiful little girl that has her hair color—and ironically enough, the same hair color Shannon had—and Harry’s beautiful green eyes.
Aria Marie Styles.
The boys spend all day with her. Louis tweets, “I’m an uncle! Congrats sis! Xoxo!” Liam and Niall can’t put down baby Aria, and even though Zayn tries to pretend he isn’t moved that he is also an ‘uncle’, he really can’t hide his true feelings.
He spends the next hour holding his niece, and he loves every minute of it.
When they finally have to leave the hospital, Harry Styles hold his sleeping daughter, studying her every feature.
“You’re going to be an amazing father,” She tells him.
“I’m really excited,” He confesses and then he grins, “Love me?”
“Love you.” It’s their thing—the one thing that has always stayed constant. “Love me?”
“Love ya.”
Life is good.
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She’s nineteen. Aria’s gotten so tall. She’s a beautiful child, with curly mahogany hair, and emerald green eyes. She hums the music her father and uncles wrote.
Her first word: Mummy.
Harry pretends to be jealous, but he knows how thrilled she is.
She shows Aria pictures of Shannon, just so she doesn’t forget the aunt she was supposed to have. The boys come over for Aria’s first birthday. She squeals when Louis picks her up and places her on his shoulders; when Niall tickles her; when Zayn chases her around the house she and Harry bought; when Liam sings to her.
They spoil her rotten, but she really can’t care less.
She’s with the six most important people in her life.
She’s happy. Her husband looks up, and smiles at her with so much love, that she knows he’s happy too.
Then Aria says her first sentence, “I wuv you Daddy.”
And, suddenly all of her boys are whipped because of her one year old daughter.
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Then, the accident happened.
Harry was in Room 225. She sat beside him for nearly four days—Liam took care of Aria—unable to form a coherent thought. She felt like crying but was too upset, felt like screaming at the top of her lungs but had no vocal energy, felt like hitting something but had no strength left. She just sat there, staring down at the face she knew just as well as her own.
Harry had sustained a major head injury plus a broken leg, four broken ribs, and a puncture to his thigh from the car crash. The head injury was the doctor’s biggest concern as it had caused bleeding in his brain. They had to give him an emergency operation on arrival to relieve the pressure. The team of doctors and nurses couldn’t assess whether there would be any long term damage until Harry woke up.
