Forever (h.s.)

Epilogue

Almost a year later, on July fifteenth, under the bright lights of Wembley Stadium, Harry Edward Styles proposed to me. I was very pregnant for the second time, and the sweet guitar chords of Ed Sheeran were playing in the background.

We were in the front row, had seen and talked to Ed backstage before the show. Thinking Out Loud had just begun when Harry signaled to our old friend, who beckoned us onstage.

"What're we doing?" I asked, hesitantly letting him take my hand and bring me up in front of nearly a hundred thousand people.

Harry grinned at me, his cheeks flushed under the lights.

The crowd rose in a swell of screams at the sight of us. I was overwhelmed, holding my stomach and Harry's hand and looking around at the shining faces and lighted cell phones that swayed around us. Ed was still playing my favorite song.

Suddenly, a stagehand ran out and gave Harry a mic.

"Angel, what's going on?" I asked, leaning into him so he could hear me.

"I have something I need ask you," he said, into the microphone.

Something suddenly became very clear. I felt a huge grin spread across my face as I met Harry's bright eyes.

People fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe it's all part of a plan.

"I've known you since I was seventeen and playing with my boys in little London clubs," Harry began, taking both of my hands in his. I felt the smile spread to my eyes and tears rose in my throat. Happy tears.

Me I fall in love with you every single day, and I just wanna tell you I am.

"And ever since that moment, I've known that you're the only one who understands me, knows me better than I know myself."

"Oh my god, Hazza," I minutes, biting my lip to keep me from smiling too hard.

Honey now, take me into your loving arms.

"And it would mean the world to me," Harry said softly, getting down on one knee, "if you spend the rest of your life making me feel this adored."

Harry was crying, oh my god there were tears in his smiling eyes and I reached down to touch his curls. He smiled up at me, biting his cheek.

"What do you say?" he asked, one hand holding a gorgeous ring in a purple velvet box, the other holding the mic to his lips holding bated breath.

I paused to take a deep, shuddering breath. Looking around at the silent crowd who was hanging on my every word.

"I say yes, of course I say yes!" I cried, crashing into Harry's desperate embrace with a tearful giggle.

Baby, we found love right where we are.

"She said yes!" Ed exclaimed cheerfully into his microphone, and the crowd exploded.

All I could hear was Harry whispering into my ear, "I love you."

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Levi James Styles was born September 1st, on Rachel's 21st birthday.

She regretfully shared her special day by bringing cake into the hospital and spending the night watching bad cable television with me in the recovery room.

Charlotte instantly took a liking to Levi, calling him her "tiny brudder" and even  sharing her knitted pink sweaters as the weather got colder and winter crept around the corner.