Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

Epilogue

Mood : Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon.

Saturday. The telly is on, loud that it echoes off the walls so it can be heard all the way from the vast kitchen.

"Turn that down honey!" Harry shouts as he stands over the hot stove, a flowered patterned apron around his delicate waist. He's very domestic now that's the one thing that's changed. As much as he appreciated all the things Alfred has done for him he decided a few months back that he needed to be independent and so he told him he didn't want him working there anymore. Alfred even though out of a job was still occupying his room in the Styles' mansion much to Harry's assistance.

"I said turn it down!" The volume goes up again and Harry gives up his will to shout. He takes a deep sigh taking off his apron and storming into the living room.
"Why is it so loud in here?"
"Daddy look! It's you!" He glances at the set and sees himself, adorned in a grey suit speaking from the podium he did just a few days ago. The cameras flashing as he made his statement. He smiles walking over to sit. He watches not able to stop himself from smiling, he was proud of his achievement.

"My father's research was not in vain, I vowed that one day I would find a cure and after years of development we here at Styles' enterprises have done it. We are administrating with other doctors to get this treatment everywhere so it can be used as soon as possible. Is there are any questions?"

He turns his attention to the crowd of flashing lights, click after click, pen on paper and heads nodding. Hands raising. He selects one.

"Kate Walsh from channel 7 news. Mr Styles does your antidote have a name?"

He takes a deep breath.

"Good question Kate, thank you. Well my scientist Mr. Chen has given the clinical name for it but I think geneticolotosis mandanvico is much too difficult to say so I've decided to call it "the tommo"

Fits of giggles filled the small conference room.

"Mr. Styles that's a very creative name what inspired it?"

He closed his eyes. Visions of the pretty feathered hair boy filled his mind.

"It's simple. My husband"

More nodding even a few gasps. Notes are taken. More hands raising.

"Mr. Styles! Mr. Styles! Over here!" They shout his name. His assistant steps forward and touches his arm pulling him away from the podium.

"Okay that's enough questions for today thank you" the man says and Harry is whisked away.

"All right young lady get over here!" He turns off the tv and opens his arms for the little girl to crawl into his lap. She jumps and knocks him over on the couch, both of them laughing. The small hard object from her hand digging into his elbow.

"What do you got there?" She pulls her hands away cradling the small paper like object. Harry frowns and puts his hand out telling her to show him it.
"Violet what is it?"
She gives up pouting as she slowly opens her palms for Harry to see what she's hiding. He takes the paper and turns it over. A smile spreading over his lips immediately.
"What are you doing with Papa's photo?" He looks at the picture of Louis, the one where he crinkles his nose and teases at the camera. Harry remembers taking it an even bigger smile growing on his face from the memories.

"My Papa" she says and snatches the picture away from Harry and scurries down the hall. She laughs as Harry gets up racing after her. The door knocks but Harry doesn't stop to answer and they didn't wait for him to, the door opens and in enters Zayn and Perrie.

"Violet! Look Tate is here!" Perrie squeals as she lets down her little man on the floor, he's smiling the whole time as Violet loses her interest in Harry and runs over to Tate. Zayn walks over to Harry who is hunched over, his hands on his knees as he takes deep breaths.
"Old man" Zayn jokes patting his back. Harry straightens and let's out a deep breath before responding.
"Thirty is the new twenty" Zayn snorts and hugs him.
"Where's Luke?"
"He's out with Li-"
The door bursts open and a cheery voice sings aloud.
"God it's deadly cold out there!" The young blond man enters and takes his coat off, hanging it on the stand as he walks over to where Zayn and Harry is. Perrie can be heard in the background mumbling as both Tate and Violet giggle at what she's telling them.

"Darling aren't you forgetting something?" Liam is the one to speak from the door he rubs his snow crusted feet on the mat.
"Daddy!" The little boy screams from Liam's arms and protests to come down once he is he runs over to Harry and grabs onto his legs.
"Lukey or should I say Loki?" Harry wraps his arms around the little boy and lifts him up. Luke pressed a kiss to his cheek and crinkles his nose so Harry does the same. Luke shakes his deep chocolate coloured hair in Harry's face and giggles.
"Niall I told you to pick up the presents in the back seat!" Liam shouts and comes over to stand in the circle where the rest of the men stood.
"Sorry boo got busy" Niall just shrugs and continues his conversation with Zayn. Harry snorts and puts down Luke as he runs over to Perrie.
"I'll help you Li"

...

"As per tradition only one present gets open today and that means you Niall" Perrie calls as the groups exits the kitchen where they were finished eating a fabulous dinner. They sit around the fireplace with gifts in there hands. Violet and Luke cosies up under Harry's arms excited to open presents with their name on it.

They all laugh except Harry, even though he was happy, today always got him feeling a little uneasy. He managed to keep his promise to Louis except the dog as ironic as it was Luke was allergic to dogs as well. It always made him laugh. He watches around him, how everyone is laughing and having fun, how his life has been these past few years. He looks down at his two lovely children, his pride and joy.

Everyone continues to open gifts and talk, laugh and share stories of this special day as he slips out from the chair easily, his children occupied with the many toys Zayn and Perrie always gets them and heads upstairs to his room. The balcony is too cold but he steps out anyways to see the clear night skies.

"Hey Angel. Do you know the reasons why, we look up at the sky?" Harry does his normal routine at exactly the same time. Tonight the wind is cold and is harsh on his soft skin, his hair sways and the salty tears that crowded his eyes have long dried, his eyelashes clumping together.

For the past years it's been this way. The constant reminder of his tragic life and the sorrow he had to endure because of his bitter wants. He places a single rose, his favourite, and tries to smile remembering all the other times he's done this, the crinkly smile present on his face when he did and the bubbly laugh that'd escape him when Harry would kiss his nose.

"Hey Angel. Do you look at us and laugh, when we hold on to the past?" The past was a great time to hold on to, the countless laughs and joys filled the house, his familiar scent invaded the walls and made it home, his footsteps can still be heard against the creaky wooden floor, a bitter sweet memory but one Harry held on to.

"The summertime, and butterflies, all belong to your creation" All the seasons belonged to him, the world was brighter because of him, because Harry's world was him. He takes one last look at the moon because sometimes even something that is so exquisite as the moon there was always something tragic behind it, when there is light darkness also exist, even if happiness existed it would soon be snatched away by sorrow, God gave us a heart but it was also made to be broken, even though God gave us life he also made death. He gave us love but there was still hate.

Regret. The only word known to Harry now. His life, his impact, his importance it all gravitated to the word "regret" because each night that he looks up at the moon and chants his name, all that the moon does is mock him, stares back but doesn't say a word. He regrets not saying those words : "I love you" "you're my everything" "you make me happy" enough when blue eyes stared back at his, he regretted not doing more to see that beautiful smile play on his lips, his love for the moon turned to hate but he tolerates it because Louis once said "When someone looks at the moon, it's like a one way mirror, we don't see what the moon does it that doesn't mean it doesn't exist" so every night he stands on his balcony and calls out to the moon because even though he couldn't see Louis he knew he was looking down on him smiling and that temporarily eases his mind enough for him to whisper the words "Happy Birthday Lou"