Operation Haylor

Epilogue Chapter 2: Written by me

Two years later, I sat as close to the water as I could, so I could dip my toes in without getting my shorts wet, and pulled my knees up towards my chin.

I couldn't believe I'd been living in California for two months. I couldn't believe Harry bought me and my family a house for Christmas!

When he told me I was so stunned he got to jump in with his argument right away. He probably had that one planned. He said it was a gift for him, too."I'll save on plane tickets." The boys were in California way more than Pennsylvania.

"And a gift for your mom!" he argued, pleadingly. He wanted to make her dream come true by helping her record in California as much as he could. Excluding my dad, he knew how much my family loved the beach too.

When I wrapped my head around what he was saying, I argued with him. He won eventually anyway.

The beach is where my mom, my brothers, and I spent most of our free time. I loved to sit out there and just stare out at the ocean, or bring a notebook and write, or a book and read.

The house is gorgeous. Huge. Way too extravagant. Right on the beach. Harry seriously spoiled me. It's two floors with five bedrooms, each with it's own bathroom. That part was extremely nice. He had even set aside a room for himself, already filled with some of his things. I sometimes slept in his bed when I missed him terribly, to feel closer to him, to smell his scent.

Since we'd moved there my mom started recording, my dad got a job in the studio, and I got a job as a nanny. I'd wanted to be a nanny for a few years. I had always loved kids. I started babysitting when I was, like, twelve.

I wasn't worried about moving out. I was almost nineteen and not quite sure what was going to happen in my life. I'd move out when it was the right time. For the time being I was enjoying living in the new house.

Besides, life with Harry was fast. It was hard to keep track of time.

Harry wasn't working that weekend, since Valentine's Day was Sunday. He was flying in that Friday afternoon. He was actually supposed to be there any minute. I pulled out my iPhone. Hm...nothing new. I typed a new text to him.

"Did your plane crash? JK (you KNOW I have to tell you JK is my initials) It better not have crashed. Love you xo"

I decide to check my email. Josh and I still kept in contact, and I had sent him an email that morning, asking how things were going. He had just responded.

Hey princess. Couldn't be better. :)

"Ah!" I exclaimed as someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I was zoning out just enough for someone to catch me off guard. Rats.

"Guess who." Harry laughed. He plopped down behind me, pulled his knees up next to mine, then he closed his eyes and rubbed his face gently against my cheek.

I reached awkwardly behind me and smacked his arm. "Harry you scared me!"

"I'm sorry love," he said, still rubbing his face against me.

I loved when he called me "love." And he knew it, too. It's such a British thing to say and he didn't say it very often.

Since we got together he only said it to me.

I finally couldn't stand him rubbing his face against mine. "Ha-harry," I said, giggling, "you're tickling me with your hair." He laughed but finally stopped and kissed my nose. "How was your flight?" I asked him.

"It was fine, Babe. I couldn't wait to see you."

I kissed his cheek. "So, what do you have planned for this weekend?" I asked.