MY ANOREXIC FRIEND// N.S.

Alternative Ending

'I love you, okay? I fucking love you.'

Harry stared at Niall through the tears in his eyes. And Niall just stood there, frozen. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do.

'Niall?' Harry asked. 'Say something. Please.'

'Harry, it's just...'

'What, Niall? What is it?'

'I have been dreaming of this moment for so long, I am afraid to say the wrong thing.'

'Then don't say anything', Harry said.

And then he kissed him. And Niall kissed him back.

It was the start of something beautiful.

Harry smiled as he thought about the moment he told Niall. He had been so nervous, so scared to be rejected.

And he should've been.

After all, Niall had been the one. His one true love.

'Harr? You in there?'

Harry heard his mother call out his name.

'Yes, mum!' he shouted back.

The door opened and Anne walked in, wearing a white cocktail dress, a white rose in her hair.

'Robin is ready, Harry, so I think it's time to get started. I still can't believe it, my little boy grew up so quickly.'

Anne looked up from her rambling and tears overflowed her eyes as she locked eyes with her son.

'Harry, you look beautiful,' she whispered.

Harry only blushed and turned around, checking his look in the mirror once again. His black tux was pretty nice, and his hair, that had grown a lot over the years, was neatly combed and placed into a bun on his head.

'Thank you, mom. You look stunning too.'

Anne wiped her eyes with a tissue she got out of her purse, and said: 'You know, I've always known you and Niall would end up together one day. And look at you guys now! Living together, about to get married!'

'I'm so glad I have you, mom,' Harry said.

'And I'm glad I have you,' she answered.

'Now we should stop this before my make-up is totally ruined. Promise me you are not going to forget about me now you have a hot husband?'

'Of course not!'

'Then it's okay. Now get that ass out there, find Robin and get married, darling.'

'I will, mom. I will.'

Half an hour later, Harry was walking through the aisle, while Robin was holding his hand. Niall stood next to the man that was going to marry them both, and even though Harry had seen him a thousand times before, he look more beautiful than he had ever done.

The music stopped and Harry walked over to Niall to stand next to him. Niall took his hand and looked at Harry to calm his nerves.

The guy in front of them started talking about marriage, about the good and bad times, but Harry didn't even listen. He kept looking at Niall throughout the whole speech, unable to focus on something else.

Niall looked too beautiful.

And then again, what bad times? With Niall, there could only be good times! They would live happily ever after, Harry was sure of it!

'Niall James Horan, do you take Harry Edward Styles to be your husband, to love and to cherish forever?'

'I do,' Niall said.

'Harry Edward Styles, do you take Niall James Horan to be your husband, to love and to cherish forever?'

'I do.'

'I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss.'

Instead of the sweet kiss most people shared on their wedding, Niall and Harry full on attacked the other's lips.

The crowd laughed. It was so typical.

The day couldn't have been better.

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'Daddy?'

Harry woke up and rubbed his eyes, only to find his daughter standing next to his bed.

'Yes, sweetie? What's wrong?'

The little girl had tears in her eyes and put out her arms, asking for her daddy to cuddle her.

'Nightmare, daddy.'

'Ow... You want to sleep with papa and me?'

The little girl nodded.

'Yes, please, daddy.'

'Let's wake papa up, shall we?'

Harry didn't wait for an answer and started shaking Niall. His husband sat up very quickly, rubbing his eyes too as he asked: 'Wassup?'

'Our girl had a nightmare.'

'Oww sweetheart,' Niall said immediately.

'C'mere.'

Niall took her in her arms and lied back down, placing the girl softly on his chest. Harry lied back down next to Niall, and wrapped his arms around both his husband and his daughter.

And in that moment, he swore, life couldn't have been any more perfect.

AN: Sooo, I probably should've written this ages ago, but let's not talk about that. This is it, tho, this is the end of My Anorexic Friend. I hope you all liked the story and I really appreciated all the comments and votes I got. If you are looking for more sad stories, I will start a Narry one shot collection soon, and I wil include some very sad ones filled with feels (and some with smut and fluff, yk). Thank you all so much! x