Finally, Everything Falls Into Place.

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

Harry's POV

"This is for you momma." I heard her say through the french doors. When she said that, her accent was strong, causing my mind to wonder what it was like in her hometown. I can tell she loves New York, but some things she does reminds her of home, and the look in her eyes when she fixes a pitcher of tea, wears her cowgirl boots, or most imporantly, thinks of her mom, it's obvoius she misses it.

I've always wanted to visit her hometown, see where and how she lived, what she did as a child, where her favorite memories are. I only know the part of her life up to when she moved to London with her mom.

"Ready?" Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Her cheeks had a single tear stain, and her eyes were glossy. She smiled at me when she saw me take in her emotional state.

I held my hand for her to take. "Let's make her proud." I said breaking the silence. Ariel let out a shaky laugh, smiling. Her head dropped as she took a deep breath, and when she brought her head back up, I'd be surpised if she could see. Her tears were probably blocking her vision, and she blinked rapidly, not wanting them to fall, always trying to be strong.

She took my hand, kissing my palm. "For her." She said smiling at me, entwining our fingers.

"For her." I repeated.

She took a deep breath looking at the door that will lead us to the take off of our future, our dream. When we got downstairs, everyone was the same when we went upstairs. Stephen spotted us, and came over.

"You guys ready?" He asked with a smile. We nodded our heads, not trusting our voices with the nerves that just kicked in. He went to the microphone that was standing in front of the piano.

"Ladies and gentleman, can I have your attention please. I hope you all are enjoying yourselves." Everyone broke out into a cheer before quieting down to let him continue. "Tonight, we have the debut of Over Again by Harry Styles and Ariel Roberts!"

I'm guessing that was our cue to head up to the stage. The room grew dark except two spotlights directed towards us. I looked down at Ariel seeing her wide eyed staring at the crowd around her.

"For her." I whispered in her ear, siting from our previous conversation. She instantly looked up at me and smiled and I gave her hand a squeeze. We walked up to the stage. Ariel took her place in front of the piano, fixing her microphone sitting on top. I watched her as she closed her eyes, letting out a breath. I took my place beside her, taking my guitar pick from my pocket.

The crowd was silent, and I was praying that would change after we played our song.

Ariel looked at me with glossy eyes yet again, and I have her a reassuring nod. She turned her attention to the piano, setting her hands over the ivory keys. She began playing the first notes of the song, our song, bringing a smile to my face. I stayed focused on her, looking at only her. I took a much needed breath before beginning.

"Said I'd never leave her

Cause her hands fit like my t-shirt,

Tongue tied over three words, cursed.

Running over thoughts that made my feet hurt, bodies intertwined with her lips."

"Now she's feeling so low,

Since she went solo,

Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo.

"And it's no joke to me,

So can we do it all over again..."

Ariel looked up from the piano, giving me a look that read nothing but happiness, knowing her mother was on her mind. We paused, before joining together for the chorus.