Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 27

Eden's POV

"Call me back, when you get this message." I hung up the phone, pushing through the crowds of people. It was New Year's Eve in New York, and I was currently walking throughout Time Square, trying to find Anna, Chase, Ethan, and his girlfriend.

"Excuse me," I groan. I accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to spill their beer.

"Oi! Watch it," they groan.

"Sor-Niall?" He turns around at the name spoken.

"Eden? Eden Armstrong?! What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question. I live here."

"My wife and I are on vacation. Taking a small break from the kids. Everyone told me how great New York was, so we decided to check it out. Wow you're the last person, I expected to see here. Give me your number. We'll meet up, for lunch or something. I'm here for another week."

"Alright," I nod, handing him my phone. We exchange numbers.

"I'll call you," he leans in, giving me a hug, before disappearing into the crowds of people.

I didn't expect to get this excited about seeing old friends, from England. Maybe Emma was right. Harry and I's story couldn't end this way.

•

"So how have you been?" Niall asks.

"Okay...I guess. How about you? Is that gray hair I'm seeing?"

"Ugh probably," he groans, sipping his coffee. "Do you know how many kids I have?"

"No. How many?"

"Six! Six kids, Eden."

"Oh wow that's a lot-"

"Wait. There's more. I just found out on New Year's Eve my wife is pregnant again. I mean like we don't even have sex often, but when we do. Bam! She's pregnant. You know I named one after you," he smiles.

"You did not," I gape at him.

"Our oldest daughter. We couldn't think of a name, and I had been thinking about you earlier that day, wondering what you had been up to. So, I said 'how about Eden'."

"Now I'll never be able to forget you. No matter how hard you try to run from your past and your old friends. You're stuck with me," he grins.

"I'm not running."

"Sure seems like it," he scoffs. "When was the last time you spoke to Harry?"

"Eight years," I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Eight years."

"Eight years?!" He yells, receiving glares from people. "What the fuck happened?"

"I don't know," I cry, putting my head in my hands. "Have you heard from him? How is he? Does he ask about me?"

"Yes I speak to him. Unlike you, I like to keep in touch with friends. He's asked me, every time I've talked to him, about you. I obviously couldn't give him an answer, because you didn't talk to me either."

"How is he?"

"Honestly?" I nod. "Awful."

"What?"

"You know he's a dad now?"

"Aw," I smile, lightly. "He is?"

"Yep, a baby boy."

"When did he get married?"

"Six years ago? I can't remember," Niall laughs. "Julia Marie Evans. The sweetest girl I've ever met. She made him happy. I never thought I'd see him fall in love again, after you. But boy, he was head over heals for this girl."

"You make it seem like he's not happy with her anymore?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Eden, Julia died, when Jake was born. She bled out." Niall frowns. Tears filled my eyes. I didn't know her, but she was Harry's wife. His son's mother.

"Harry's raising his son by himself?" I gape.

"Yep," Niall nods. "He's completely heart broken. His son's adorable, though. I feel awful for him. He's my best friend and just, it's been tough. What about you? Any guys?"

"There was one. Stephen."

"Stephen?"

"Yeah. We dated, he lived with me at one point, but we never said we loved each other. He was killed in a car accident," I frown.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I miss him. But after his death, I moved back home to New York to be with my family. Did I mention I found my biological family?"

"That's amazing, really. I'm so happy for you. You wrote a book, too."

"I did indeed. A autobiography."

"I'll have to read it," Niall smiles.

We talked about what's been going on in our lives, and Niall informed me on some more people.

Apparently Carly moved to Paris, and Louis got his girlfriend pregnant with triplets, before they got married. Niall said he's a great father, and Louis had finally gotten married last year, and was expecting baby number four.

"Wow," I breathe. "I'm like the only one without kids."

"Hey, we're all a few years older than you. Your time will come," he laughs.

"Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"When Harry called to tell you Julia passed away, and that his son was born...did he ask about me then, too?"

"He did," Niall nods.

"W-what are you going to say to him next time he asks?"

"Well, I was hoping if I gave you his number, you'd call him. I'm sure it make him feel better. So what do you say? Will you call him?"

I didn't have to ponder it to long, before knowing my answer.

"Yeah," I nod. "I'll give him a call."

A/N: Not 100% edited either. But I wonder about this phone call...I plan to have this story finished by the end of the weekend. I'm ahead of schedule....for once :)