For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

ch. 48 - The Present

Harry Styles
Feb 26, 2022

"Hey babe? You upstairs?" I call out to Adelaide, hoping she can hear me from our bedroom. She's been quiet for a bit, much sleepier as of late in general I guess. It's been an exciting month though, so I guess she deserves some rest. 

"Adds, love? You up?" I call, a bit softer as I leave my guitar on the couch and make my way up to our room to check on her. She went upstairs to "clean out old clothes" while she left me to write in peace. I think she just was too embarrassed to watch me write. She used to love it, but I think has become a bit more nervous the more I written about her. 

Without a doubt, I find my girl passed out on our bed with the snack box of cheeze-its fallen over on the duvet. After, of course, snapping a picture I can use against her later, I make my way to clean up the snacks and lay a blanket over her, resigned to the fact that I'll have to play my new song for her later. 

It's been a great month since we went away for my birthday. We came back home, finished decorating the town house, found our new "usual" spots or at least the places we hope become the usuals, had dinner with some friends a few times, and worked on some new merchandising for the next leg of HSHQ marketing. 

We haven't been actively trying for a baby all the time, but we also haven't not been trying. Things are good, we're happy. I'm happy. 

I almost fear reflecting on how good things have been, too afraid to let the universe know how blissful I am. We haven't always been this lucky, things haven't always been this easy. 

Instead of heading back downstairs, I make my way to the little loveseat we decided on putting in the sitting area of the suite, and think about her and everything that's gotten us to this point. She's really quite beautiful when she's asleep, so even though this definitely makes me a creep, I don't mind sitting and watching her.

I mean, it's only been a bit over a year but in that time we went on an incredible summer tour, she survived an attack, we pursued legal action against Noah, we've celebrated birthdays - although she refused to let me know when hers was before it had already happened, gotten pregnant, lost the baby, gotten Cleo, planned a new tour for this Summer, booked Coachella, launched a new branch company with her help... she's changed my entire life when I think about it. 

I've always known I think, that she would be the one. There's no one else I can imagine wanting to tackle real life issues with. I mean, yes I've been with plenty of women and that was exciting but I think I'm ready for a bit of normal. 

I want usual coffee spots. I want family calendars in the kitchen and planning to visit our parents. I want to hear her yell at me for forgetting to unload the dishwasher. I want to surprise her with dinner after a long day at the office. I want to write music while she reads. 

I want normal, whatever our normal will be. 

I know she knows, I've told her on plenty of occasions that she's it. So sitting here, feeling so steady in whatever this is, I think I'm ready. 

"Harry?" I hear her perfect soft post-nap voice call out gently to me.

Instead of answering, I get off my ass and join her on the bed.

"Darling are you ok?" She looks up at me with those perfect eyes. "Harry, are you crying?"

Before I go to deny it, she wipes tears away, so I guess I am. 

"Happy tears baby, promise." I kiss her temple.

"Mmm, ok, then come here." She opens the bed spread in front of her, letting me move onto the bed so we can cuddle in together. We don't talk, we've always been so good in silence, but my mind is racing.