Miss You (Harry Styles)

Epilogue

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Melanie

I grow impatient as I wait for Harry to return. It's been an hour. How long does it take to grab some more paint? Sighing, I get up and turn off the tv before going into the bedroom we're painting. We finally decided on what shade of yellow we're going with, so he went to grab more. However, we have one can might as well get started without him. The floor is covered with traps, and there's tape around areas where leaving white. I pour the liquid into the rectangular container and grab a roller, coating it with pastel yellow paint. I glide it up and down the wall getting in about ten stripes down and some paint on my battered overalls until Harry comes bursting in.

"Mel, what are you doing? I said I was going to paint, and the fumes can't be good for the baby."

"Well, you were taking forever, and I wanted to do help. This is going to be our baby's nursery. I want it to be perfect," I pout, hoping he'll let me stay.

"Okay, but you have to take a break like every ten to fifteen minutes. I don't like you being in this room too long," he frowns. He's been worried about the baby and me ever since he found out I was pregnant. I swear he looks like he's about to have a heart attack every day lately.

"Stop worrying so much, babe. I can't handle myself," I say, tapping the bridge of his nose, coating it with paint, hoping to lighten the mood.

"You're lucky I love you. Otherwise, I'd be very annoyed," he rolls his eyes. I take a break as he wants and make us some tea.

After a couple of hours, Harry and I got the first coat done, and we're letting it dry while we have lunch.

"How about Dakota," He suggests, and I scrunch my nose. "Okay, Jessie?" I shake my head at that name. "Oh, Jamie?"

"Yeah, that one's a okay. What else you got?" He looks down at the list of names he made while waiting in line at the supply store. He hands it to me, and I read it, going down the long list of names.

I only think about five of them will suit our baby. We're opting for more gender-neutral names since I want the sex of the baby to be a surprise. Hence the pastel yellow walls, plus we both just love the color yellow.

"I like Haven, Harley, Jodie, Robin, Stevie, and Shay," I tell him so he can add them to our even more extensive list of names we've already agreed upon. I'm not due for another three months, so we still have time to choose.

"Okay, well, I'm going to finish the room and start on the crib tonight. Get some sleep. I don't want you exhausted at the shower tomorrow."

"It's getting annoying how much you worry now. But I'll listen this time because I'm tired," I playfully roll my eyes, slowly getting up. I give Harry a quick kiss before walking or, as Harry put it earlier, waddling back to our room.

***
The next morning, Kira and my mom come by to help set up the baby shower while my dad is coming when the party starts. Kira's 14 now and as boy troubles of her own now. Of course, I give her my best sisterly advice while also warning her to stay away from boys.

"Okay, so have you two picked a name yet?" She asks as she decorates the table. I try to do something but every time I get up, my mom or Kira tell me to sit down. I feel utterly helpless. Lately, the only time I get to do what I want is when I'm running the BNB or instructing the construction of our hotel site. I've saved up enough to buy a small remote location just outside of London. It's under extreme construction, so I only come over to talk to head construction manager George on the progress every few weeks. It should be done before the baby arrives, though. Of course, it's not the location I dreamed of, but luckily they didn't tear down our favorite rooftop. They turned it into a hotel like I thought they should. On every anniversary since it opened, we rent a room and sneak up to the roof.