I wanna make love last. (Sequel-Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 23-Hope is the last thing to die.

"Cameron, can you please take care of orders number nince and ten?," I asked my friend, as I was putting on my coat.

"Yes of course. Did you finish number twelve?," he said, popping his head up on the doorframe of the stock room where I was.

"Yes, I'm done with them both. It's only nine and ten we need to finish off by this evening. Leave eight and eleven for tomorrow," I answered, kissing him on his cheek.

"Have fun Lex, see you tomorrow."

"See you."

I walked out of the shop and got into my car. I opened the window as I started the engine, eading to the restaurant I was meeting my dad. I love driving, it makes me feel free, and it's one of the best ways to clear my mind. I got this from my dad, he used to drive me around the town when I got bored as a kid. I arrived at the place and walked in, and I soon saw my dad sat at a table, waiting for me.

"Hey dad," I said, kissing his cheek.

"Hi darling, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Sure I did, Lexie. It was great, honestly," he smiled.

"I'm glad you could make it to the show. And I'm happy we're having lunch together today."

"Yes, it's been a while since we last had some time for us," he chuckled.

We ordered our food and started speaking about everything and anything. I used to be closer to my mum when she was still with us, but it's true that my dad always tried his best. However, I'd always choose mum over him, while Nathan would do the opposite. However, when my mum passed away, dad tried his best to get closer to me, to fill the hole that mum had left in my life. And I must say he did a pretty good job. He opened up to me, making me feel confident and showing me he was still here with us despite the absence of our mum. He drove me to my photography classes, he encouraged me to do everything I ever wanted or dreamt of, and for that and more I won't ever find the words to thank him.

"Shall we go for a walk before leaving?," I asked him, as we got out of the restaurant. 

"Sure. I don't want to go back to Manchester this early," he smiled, as I grabbed his arm and started walking by his side.

"I'm happy you're here with me today."

"Me too. So, your nan told me it was Harry who found the place for the show."

"You speak a lot to my nan and she's not even your mum!," I chuckled.

"Well yes, you know I lost mine before marrying you mum, and her family just let me in as if I was a part of it."

"Yes I know. Nan treats you as if you were her son, and my uncles and aunties do it as if you were their brother. I'm glad it is that way, though," I smiled.

"So, you're back to speaking to him, right?"

"Kind of. We're trying to make things work."

"I always knew something would happen."

"How come?"

"He's never given up, has he?"

"No, he hasn't, and I honestly don't know why. I'm sure I would've given up long ago if it was the other way around."

"Why?"

"People get tired of waiting, dad. And he's been waiting for four years, I'm surprised he hasn't given up on me yet."

"People get tired of waiting, that's true sweetheart. But while there's life, there's hope, and he's just hoping that things will get better."

"Hope is the last to die, isn't it?," I said, making him chuckle as I repeated the words my mum used to say all the time.

"Yes it is, Lexie. Do you know how long your mum kept me waiting?"

"Did she keep you waiting?"

"Yes. You know we met in high school, and it took me two years for her to accept going on a date with me. And after we finished high school we broke up," he said, telling me things he had never told me, with a melancholic look in his eyes and a smile on his face. "I was moving to Manchester to go to uni, and your mum was staying in London, and she decided it was the best we could do. We remained 'friends' if you want to call it that way, but truth be said, we didn't exchange a word during the four years we were at uni."

"And what happened then?"

"Well, I got a job in London, and I bumped into her, in Oxford Street, to be more precise. I asked her for her number and she gave it to me, but it took me two months to go on a date with her."

"You were a persistent boy, weren't you dad?," I laughed.

"Yes, I was. I always knew that something would happen sooner or later between Cathie and I, for better or for worse. And I knew that things could've worked if we hadn't broken up before we started uni, so I just kept on chasing her," he grinned.

"And what did you do afterwards?"

"Well, we started hanging out together from time to time, but she said it was nothing serious, that she didn't really want to get back with me. A year or so after, I started joking about us getting married and having kids, and she just laughed and told me that we were nothing serious. Until there came a day when I said, 'Cathie, it's been more than a year since you first said that, and you haven't pushed me away yet. We will get marry one day, and we'll have kids together, the sooner you accept this, the better."

"And what did she say?"

"She bursted out in laughter. A few days later she told me she loved me," he smiled, making me feel the need to hugh him tightly.

"Dad, what are you trying to tell me with that story?"

"People who wait that long, they do it for a reason. I did it because I had a feeling something would happen, and when you have that sort of feeling, you got to do as your heart tells you to."

"But what did you do during all those years you had been apart?"

"I lived my life, as she was living hers. We needed time to grow, we were just 15 when we first got together, and we needed to live our own lives. Don't worry by the fact that Harry has dated girls during all these years. What you have to keep in mind is, that while he was with them, he didn't stop sending you birthday gifts, he never stopped taking care of you."

"And what happened then? Why did you get divorce after all that time waiting for each other?"

"I had the best time of my life during all those years I was married to your mum. It took us a year to sign the papers, the first time we discussed it we just left them at the bottom of the shelf. It was hard, we still loved each other, but maybe we were not meant to be. Who knows, maybe if she was still here we would've tried it again," he smiled, looking at the ground.

"You never stopped being in love with her, right?"

"Nobody ever stops loving a Scott woman," he said, looking at me with that look I've known for so long. That look he had when my mum died, when he was trying to get closer to me, when I told him Harry and I were no longer together.

Harry's POV

I'ts been a long day. I think that Louis believes the lads and I are his bridesmaids or something, because since the day he proposed, not a day has been that we haven't talked or done something related to his wedding. At least I'm not encharged of choosing the flowers, that would be embarrassing. However, I'm glad he's keeping me busy with such a silly thing —if he heard me referring to his wedding as a silly thing, he'd kill me. Literally. But this way I keep my mind away from Lexie and all the trouble she brings into my head. All the confussion, happiness, melancholy, everything she brings into my life. Bittersweet feelings, but all of them worth it. I'm just hoping she hasn't regret saying a single word she told me at the park the other night.

'Hope is the last thing to die,' a voice in my head said, and I smiled at the words Lexie used to repeat all day long when we met.