Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 29

Eden's POV

That summer, I went on my book tour. It was amazing meeting all the people, who've read it.

Harry and I talked. Not as often as we hoped, however. What could we do? He was raising a child by himself, and I was traveling, promoting my book. We led two completely different lives.

Summer was beginning to draw to a close, and the destinations I had left to visit began to shrink.

"How many more stops?" I ask my manager.

"Three. Chicago, Los Angeles, and New York."

"The big cities," I acknowledge. She nods.

"I thought we'd finish in New York, since that's home." I thought for a second.

"Could we finish in California instead?" I ask.

"California? Why?"

"I just want to be able to spend extra time there, once the tour is over."

"Okay," she sighs, "I'll change the dates."

"Thank you," I smile.

•

After Chicago, I went to New York, taking time to visit home.

Once my time was over there, I was on my way to California. "So," my manager says, sitting next to me on the plane, "why California?"

I smile to myself, picking at my, somewhat chipped, nail polish.

"I have an old friend I need to see, and I am not sure how long I'll be there for," I shrug. I was trying to keep my answer simple. My conscience was screaming at me, telling me there was more to it than that, but I chose to ignore it.

"Who's this friend?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows. My manager was close in age with me. She was around five years older than me, so we got along like friends, instead of colleagues.

"It's a long story." I felt like Harry was all I kept talking about and thinking about, since I met him however many years ago. He's taken up a great portion of my life. Even when Harry wasn't apart of my life, he was apart of my life. It is all so hard to explain.

"It's a long plane ride, and I've already read this issue of Sky Mall," she tells me. I mentally prepare myself for telling this long story.

"Okay well, it all started, when I was twenty. I was working the late shift at a local pub in England..." and so I told her. Dodging certain details here and there, but told enough about Harry and I's story to get my point across.

I could've told her more, but there are certain things that happened between us, that are extremely hard to understand and explain.

"Well, I hope everything turns out well between you guys," she smiles.

"Yeah," I nod. "Me too."

•

The next morning was spent curling my hair and doing my make up. It was harder curling my now shorter hair, but I managed to get it into pretty waves.

I searched through my outfits, which were all very mature looking. Checking over my appearance multiple times, gave me the assurance that I looked somewhat decent.

"Ready to go?" My manager asks, not looking up from her phone.

"Yeah. How's this for the last book signing?" I ask. She looks up from her phone, as I do a little twirl.

"Ah yes. Very mature and sophisticated looking," she nods her head in approval. We walk out of the hotel room to an awaiting car.

I pick at my, now freshly painted, nails. This book tour has gone by so fast, but the places I've been, and the people I've meet have made this experience completely worth it.

"Let's try to get this done close to lunch time," my manger says. "There's a Chipotle a block or so down from the book store that we can get lunch at."

"Sounds good," I say, containing my excitement. I love Chipotle.

We arrived to the book store and hurried around back. I took a seat behind a desk and began to sign books.

I tried to make petty conversation, with each person who came. Just a simple, "Hello. How are you?" was enough to make their day.

After a few hours, I was finally able to see the end of the line. I did a little speech, thanking everyone who came and expressing my gratitude for this entire tour.

"I'm going to go pick up Chipotle. What do you want?" My manager asks.

"The usual burrito bowl."

"Alright. I'll be back in half an hour," she says, walking away.

I scanned over the books in the store, selecting a few I'd be interested in reading.

On my way to the register, I passed the children's section. I smiled at the sound of a baby giggling at one of the books that made squeaky sounds.

I glanced down the aisle, freezing in my tracks at the sight in front of me.

There stood Harry, with his son. Jake was strapped onto Harry's front in one of those baby carriers, laughing while Harry squeaked the book for him.

I believe Jake was close to nine months old now. He was the cutest little baby. His features resembled his father's. Harry has sent me pictures of him every now and then.

"That was always my favorite book," I joke. Harry looks up at the voice, his eyes meeting mine. He smiled at me.

"I always thought so too," he nods. His voice was deep, and his accent wasn't as strong anymore. Then again, mine wasn't that strong either. "Book tour?" He asks. I nod. Both of us were still standing at opposite ends of the aisle.

"This must be Jake," I walk towards them, my hands folded nicely in front of me.

"You want to hold him?" Harry asks.

"Can I?"

"Of course," he smiles. He unstrapped Jake from his chest and handed him to me. I take him in my arms, smiling down at him.

"Hi," I coo. Jake sticks his hands out, lightly tugging on my hair.

"He's uh got a thing for hair," Harry says. Harry's hair was still quite curly and kept at a decent length. "You cut your hair," he acknowledges.

"Yeah. I was getting a bit to old for the long hair." He nods, focusing his eyes on the smiling baby in my arms.

"He likes you."

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah. Normally he's screaming and crying right now. This is a nice treat."

"Well, I'm honored."

We talk a little while longer, before Harry says he has to take Jake home and my food arrives.

"Do you have any plans for dinner? It's Jake and I's pizza night. Well my pizza night. He can't have that kind of food just yet," Harry rambles. I laugh lightly.

"No. I haven't made any plans yet," I smile.

"Then you'll join us?" He asks.

"For pizza?" I ask.

"Yeah pizza, and whatever comes after that."

"Sure," I agree, knowing that pizza wasn't the only thing he meant.

A/N: So that was the last chapter. The epilogue will be posted either later today or tomorrow. I'll also have a final authors notes, with the epilogue. Thanks for reading :)