He wore the ring regularly, for a while. I often wonder where it is now. I bought an exact copy, from the same London jeweler, and still wear it to this day.
I often wonder if Peter has come across a photo of Harry somewhere and realized who he was to me. To us. It wouldn't be difficult for him to sort it out. We always agreed that it would remain my secret, but although he's never said a word, I've often suspected that he knows, especially as she's grown.
People always dissect children. Whose features they have. We smile and nod as they take our Amaris, our moon child, apart. But only I know the truth. That she has his dimples, his brown curls and green eyes. Curls and eyes that are almost the same color as Peter's... but not quite. Only I know where those dimples, curls, and eyes truly come from. Who they come from.
Maybe someday it'll all come to light. Maybe it would make him happy. What's more likely is that he would be heartbroken or furious or both. That I chose him carefully. That the pills were a ruse. That he was a means to an end. A beautiful, charming, incredibly satisfying means to an end.
Maybe someday it'll all come to light, but I hope not.
The simple fact is that he made our family complete, and for that I will always love him.
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Moon Bay // Harry Styles Series #2 - Ghana
FanfictionHarry Styles was deeply affected by One Direction's visit to the slums of Accra, in Ghana. While the band takes a few days off of their hectic schedule to relax at an oceanfront resort, he meets Annie, a regular at Moon Bay Lodge. Could the unexpect...
