For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

The Epilogue

Adelaide Styles
2026
The Country Home

"Sweetheart, do you have the baby's bags?" I call out, picking up one of my crying toddlers as I try to convince Annie to put her socks on her feet, not her hands. Annie, the rebel she's turning out to be, screams at me and runs off with her hands, sorry, sock-hands in the air, singing to everyone about being a "sock monster." 

"I've got all of our things, don't you worry!" Harry calls out from the second floor, I'm sure wrangling his most athletic child... of course, that's what we get when we finally end up with a little boy. We were so convinced we would only end up with girls, but sweet little Grayson decided to shock us all. He's kept us on our toes since the day of his birth. 

"Gray, buddy, please just let me put your pants on!" I hear Harry shout as he grows impatient. 

"That's what you get, H!" I shout to him, laughing with little Molly, who is too interested in trying to open the sunscreen bottle than let me get her ready for our family outing. Touring with one baby is hard—time apart due to tours and returning to jobs and so many moves harder. Normal life at home with three kids is the hardest thing of all. Hands down. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He calls out, his voice growing closer as I assume he descends the steps. 

"You hate your pants... why should your son want to wear his?" I jokingly scold as he and a nearly naked Grayson in his arms appear in the kitchen. 

"What we were thinking... I said, we could have just dropped them off at a local hospital, they're very cute... someone would have taken them." He tells me, walking up and kissing Molly on the cheek. 

"You're terrible." I tell him.

"You love me." I retorts, and I do, so as always I tell him.

"The most. I love you the most in the world, forever."

Harry pops Grayson down on the counter, sitting next to his twin sister, and like a choreographed dance we work together to get our youngest babies dressed presentable enough that we can go out in public. 

Once both babies are acceptable and the counter has been cleaned of everything it took to get them dressed, I hear sung out from the living room just beyond the foyer Annie that she is a "nakey baby" and "cannot be tamed."

"You played Miley Cyrus for her?!" I feign shock and look at Harry, smacking his arm for embracing Annie's rebellious streak.

When I look up again Harry and I spot an, indeed, naked toddler running around with her underwear in her hands. 

"I can't be TAMED, I can't be TAMED," she sings repeatedly before growing bored and remembering that she doesn't know all the words. Her tune changes somewhat into a relatively complimentary series of notes, this time calling out "I'm a nakedddd babyyyy!"

"Yeah. She's definitely your kid." I tell him, kissing Harry on the cheek and scooping up the twins to set them on the ground and wait for the rest of our family to show. 

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"Where are my kiddos?!" Niall shouts as he and Macey enter the house, joining us for the trip to the beach. 

"Ny-Ny! Unky Ny-Ny" Molly screams in her toddler voice, jumping from Harry's arms, startling Grayson who we finally got to focus on his blocks for long enough to wrangle all three kids' and their things. He, of course, begins to wail. 

"There she is!" Niall shouts as he drops his own diaper bags and throws his arms out ready to grab and spin Molly around; their new routine. 

"Uncle Niall!" Annie calls out while continuing to find new and strange ways to wear socks since we've forced her to dress. "Tell mumma I don't need socks for the beach!" She says, her teenage-like attitude developing at a shocking rate. I mean the kid isn't even 5 yet but her personality screams 15. 

Niall walks over to a very upset Annie, Molly still in his arms, to help convince her to get her shoes on properly. Thankfully Macey has baby Rosie in a carrier and has two hands to help re-wrangle Grayson and help get us all in the car. 

"Mace love, any update on Rosie's lunches, I've got plenty packed for-"

"Addy, she's fine. I'm sure you've gone too far, as always. We always eat too much when we go on our trips."

"Well, I just want to make sure she's happy!" I tell her as I throw various marked baggies of snacks into tote bags for the car. It's not lost on me, that I've become that wife and mom. I mean, on the last tour I even made lunch bags for all the crew with their names decorated in sparkly vinyl that I cut with a crafting machine. I've lost every "cool" bone in my body.

"It was one time that she threw your lunch! She's a baby, she doesn't know what she likes! I swear we got Niall in a baby girl's body! She throws her milk cup and yanks his beer whenever she can! It's like we're chasing a fully grown Irishman around the house!" 

I laugh, sure that she is telling the truth knowing how I feel chasing my three clones of my own husband. Little rebellious rockstars with hearts of gold. 

My family. 

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The Afterword - Part One 
One Year Later
2027

It's been a beautiful few years. Quiet except for the cries of our many babies among us. Niall and Macey moved into a new guest house we built for them as they built a new house just about half an hour away, so Harry and I were around for the beginning of Rosie's life. It was a lot of course, three newborns on the same land but we loved every second of it. The village we had was perfect, and we've found our stride as a nuclear and extended family. 

My mom and I attend monthly therapy together, in addition to the weekly sessions I've been signed up for. Once I found my way through what Harry and I experienced at the beginning of our relationship, I found that I enjoyed taking time each week for myself. I hadn't been prepared to always be second to him. It was Harry's twins who were born, not mine first. It was Harry Styles' father in law who passed away when my own stepfather passed... it was tough but my therapist, and Harry as kind as he is, helped me through it. 

The fear still is there, I still am too scared to say how happy I am out loud. So that's why I write it. The touring journals, the diaries I kept when I was pregnant with Annie, I never planned for them to turn into a book... really it didn't start that way. I meant to compile it all together for Harry as a birthday gift this year. For his eyes only, not the entire world. 

But, dear reader, I am so glad to have shared our story with you. So much of it is because of all of you. Your love for our family, your dedication to our privacy these last few years as our family grew. So, while Harry dedicated his 5th album to all of you this last year, I am dedicating this book to you. 

I can't sing, or write melodies like my husband, but I can explain to you how much he has meant to me since that fateful morning when he pretended to be his manager to pick up his own coffee. 

I can do my best to show you all that I treasure him, as much as you all do.

I always have, and I always will. 

Love Always, 

Adelaide Styles.