Way Of Life - H.S & N.H

Two Strong Hearts

"Not long to go now!!" Shayla pranced around the kitchen. Heather had Niall's new songs playing from the speakers.

He'd released the album pretty low key because of his upcoming nuptials. Fans went crazy, expecting some big build up. Even without the build up and promotions, it was doing incredibly well. The group could not be prouder of him.

Heather watched as she swirled around the counters, singing along.

"Yeah... It's actually happening Shay. I'm actually marrying Niall Horan." Heather shook her head in disbelief.

"It's crazy how it's all worked out isn't it? If you could go back and tell yourself what was gonna happen. What would you say?"

She genuinely wanted to know what her answer would be.

"Gosh I actually don't know. I don't even know what to tell current Heather!"

Both girls laughed.

"What about you? What would you say to yourself?" Heather bounced the question back.

"It's weird because imagining these scenarios was so easy to do back then. But you always knew that the possibility was incredibly slim. We knew it was just a silly thing to joke about and pretend. Somehow though, somehow... we managed it. Two of the most amazing, talented, incredibly good looking men. Who we just so happened to be big fans of... chose us. I will never take it for granted. Never ever."

They were silent now. Just taking in what had just been shared.

"Well said Shay. Can't wait to hear what you're gonna say at the wedding!" Heather beamed.

"Wait what?! I have to make a speech?!"

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*A few days later*

"Hey Floof! What's up?" Harry held his phone in between his ear and shoulder. He was using his hands to make a coffee.

"Hey man. Just wanted to confirm everything with you. So you're flying out to Oz next week for the wedding. The album is almost done just a few minor tweaks and Shay's song to finish. When's the bachelor party again?"

"Uhhm... couple of days. Gonna be a messy one I imagine." Harry laughed, picturing the utter chaos that Niall Horan's bachelor party would be.

"I don't doubt it if Mr Capaldi has any say in proceedings! Okay cool. Just a heads up man, when you're back from the wedding it's gonna be hectic. We'll get the album done and dusted and released as soon as we can and we'll need to organise touring, promo etc. But hey you know the drill by now."

"Wouldn't have it any other way. Probably won't get to talk to you now though. So I'll see you when I get back. Don't miss me too much!" Harry smirked.

"Pfft. Get your head out of your ass Styles. You're not my only client you know. How Shayla puts up with you I will never know! Give Niall and Heather my best wishes. Enjoy yourself and stay out of trouble!" Jeff exclaimed before hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" Shayla called making Harry jump.

"Jeez. Almost gave me a heart attack Shay. It was Jeff." He checked to see he hadn't spilt any of his coffee.

"Sorry. You better get used to it though... roomie!" Shay smirked.

"Mmm guess I should since you're a permanent fixture now." He leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead.

The day after the 'wedding incident', as it had been nicknamed by the group, Harry and Shayla had that much needed talk.

Harry had been lying awake for hours. He'd woken up knowing that he had to talk to Shay. To open himself up fully and tell all. Somehow he knew it would all be okay but the anxiety took over.