REDAMANCY [h.s. au]

epilogue 2

⭑no one's pov⭑

~about 3 years later~

They approach the bookstore and he spots her through the window, hazy yellow light filtering through and illuminating her into a sort of angelic figure. He smiles involuntarily at the sight.

She doesn't know that they're coming. Harry likes to surprise her with a visit on the weekends sometimes when she's working, maybe taking her to grab a coffee across the street or just to simply say hi. The look on her face is always worth it, too.

"Come on girls. Let's go say hi to mumma," Harry says, pulling Willa's small hand forward while her big sister confidently opens the door for them.

Ivy is 7 going on 17. Still spritely as ever and smart as can be. She's their outgoing, happy-go-lucky girl and Harry swear she's going to give him a heart attack one of these days. And then there's 3 year old Willa. Her parents wouldn't say she's shy, she's just more reserved—like her mum. But behind that is the sweetest, cuddliest little girl who's concerned about giving all of her stuffies equal love. Looks like a spitting image of Holland, too. Minus the mossy green eyes. Those are all Harry.

"Mummy!" The girls say in unison, alerting Holland of their presence. She looks up, books piled in her arms like always, messy blonde hair falling delicately over her shoulders, and a surprised smile decorating her face. It takes everything in Harry not to lunge forward and beat the girls to her, but he's got the littlest one propped up in his arms.

"Girls!" she bends down to set the books on the ground and gets enveloped by eager little arms.
Harry watches the scene in front of him, walking towards them with probably the worlds dopiest grin on his face.

He's in disbelief that he gets to live this life with her. And them.

He'll forever be grateful that life led him back to her—that chilly wintry day in the park. An icy Holland and him, burning for her.

And now they have this.

Holland gets up, her attention locked in on Harry—or rather them.

Her eyes go large at the sight of the chubby baby that's resting on Harry's hip.

"Ah! And there's my boys!" She kisses Beck's plump cheek and he gives his mum a gurgling giggle and a smile with just his two top teeth.

Beck Harrison Styles. The newest addition to their family who arrived just six months prior. Named after Hollands maiden name and his middle name a nod to his parents favorite artist—George Harrison. Harry and Holland had planned to wait until Willa was officially two years old to start trying for another baby, but as life would have it, she became pregnant when Willa was a few months shy of her second birthday.

Holland then gets on her tippy toes, careful not to squish the babbling baby boy, and kisses Harry's lips, running her hand over his hair like she always does, even though there's no curls there to latch onto. He'd buzzed his hair shortly after Beck was born and it was still growing in.

The two of them break apart. She tastes like forever, Harry thinks to himself.

"They were just hanging out at home, missing you, and decided to pay you a little visit," he tells her.

"You mean you were missing me," she corrects with a laugh.

"Me missing you? Never," he jokes.

"Mm, I could never accuse you of that," she says with a smug look on her face, knowing damn well that she still has Harry wrapped around her finger.

All of them have Harry wrapped around their fingers. Holland, Ivy, Willa, and now Beck. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

He'd stay there, happily. Forever.

Andddd now we're officially done.

A little glimpse into their life🥹