We Had the Right Kind of Love // L.S.

Chapter 21. Remember

I wake up the next morning and spend three long silent minutes staring at the ceiling and wishing that the conversation, or lack thereof, between us last night was all a dream. Please let us not be back to square one, I think helplessly but it's pointless. I still screwed up, Harry's feelings were still hurt, and Diana and I were still to be married in five days.

I roll over and slide my hand under Diana's cool pillow. Today is a new day, I tell myself, today you can mend things with Harry, reunite with the boys and still be there for Diana. Don't screw this up. Don't screw up Tomlinson.

I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and take a deep breath. The searing headache and empty heart, all a product of last night's disasters did not help motivate me to take on today with that same positive mantra I had been chanting to myself just a few seconds ago, but it will have to do.

Tea, must have tea.

I click on my phone and see a message from Diana.

Diana: Ran to the shopping center down the street, be back soon.

Louis: Meet you down there in ten for a cup of tea? Currently not functioning.

Diana responds immediately, bless her.

Diana: On my way now, want me to order for you?

Louis: Have I told you I love you today?

Diana: Oh shut up.

Her response makes a small chuckle fall from my lips as I pull myself away from our bed and to the bathroom. Ten minutes. Don't screw up Tomlinson.

The resort Bronwen picked out for our wedding was conveniently in the center of a new shopping mall, a couple of groceries stores, and a coffee shop. While I walked down the tan roads, the sea air blowing my fringe into my eyes and seagulls squawking overhead, I let myself wonder what it would be like to raise a family here.

Diana and I want a family.

Not anytime soon because both of us were far too selfish to give up our careers just yet, but one day. It would be ideal to raise our kids near the water, just as I had growing up. There's something so magical about living near the ocean.

Maybe we'd get a house right outside of the city, have our kids go to the local school, and then have family beach days on the weekend. Suddenly I see faceless children running along the sand, weaving in and out of Diana's legs as we trudge through the sand to the crystal cyan waves.

Yeah, we should talk about that soon.

Finally, I arrive, stepping through the large oaks doors and inhaling the overwhelming scent of coffee and baked goods. The aroma calms my nerves and I start to feel a lot better about today. I scan the room and easily spot Diana towards the back in a deep animated conversation with a tall familiar-looking stranger in a pair of faded baggy jeans and an old "Rolling Stones" T-shirt.

Even with his back facing me, I'd know that hunched posture and faded band shirt anywhere.

What the heck were the two of them talking about? How did they even meet? As far as I was concerned, Diana had only met the boys yesterday. I would have definitely known if Harry and Diana met. Yet, here they both were talking, laughing, and joking like long acquainted friends.

Should I go over? Could I go over? Don't screw up Tomlinson. Would this be screwing up? Maybe it would be best if I didn't interrupt their conversation. The last thing I need is for Harry to run out of the coffee shop, scare Diana, and not show up on Sunday.

I need him there. He had to be there. I'm about to turn around and text Diana that something came up when—

"Lou, babe," Diana calls, waving me over before I can turn and sprint for the door.