Life of Mine. [Harry Styles]

37. The End.

Songs for this chapter:

Jupiter-Sleeping at Last

*Last chapter. I know I said there will be 40, but everything else I have planned needs to be saved for the sequel.*

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Harry POV.

A few months passed.

I thought about a lot. Rosalyn was not easy to be with. She was stubborn, and had a temper, and wasn't always straightforward with her feelings. She challenged me, drove me crazy, and often refused the love I was trying so hard to give to her. The idea of spending the rest of my life with her, as exciting as it sounded, exhausted me. I didn't know if I really even had the energy to fight with her forever. Even having her on tour sounded exhausting. I knew she'd be upset if I didn't have enough time for her and she'd throw a fit. I also knew she loved being passive-aggressive. If I upset her on tour, she'd just pout in a corner until I noticed, letting all that anger bottle up inside her. She'd probably rant about me not only to Emily, but to the boys as well.

And yet, as Rosalyn was nearly falling asleep in my arms as we recovered from Louis' birthday party, I realized none of that ultimately mattered.

Fighting with her meant getting to know her better. It was frustrating, but it bonded us. The makeup sex was fantastic, as well. I wasn't perfect, either. But I was so terribly in love with Rosalyn, I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life figuring her out and bettering myself.

"I'm trying really hard not to fall asleep," she yawned, her eyes fluttering all the way shut. She slumped further into me, and I covered her with the thick throw blanket and tightened my arms around her.

"We can go to bed if you want," I chuckled. "Everyone's gone besides Louis, it's not like we need to entertain people."

Liam had gone home with a random girl at the party, and Niall had gone home with Emily, as expected. Louis was still drunk off his ass, passed out in his room, and Rosalyn and I were trying to sober up a bit before we went to sleep.

"Noooo I'm not going to sleep yet," she protested. "Too drunk."

"Whatever you say," I kissed her forehead as she sleep drew her in. It was December 23rd, and it looked like we would be spending Christmas Eve nursing hangovers. I didn't mind, as it was a good excuse to lay in bed with my girl all day.

She fell asleep easily, her head on my lap, and I figured I would just carry her to bed when I felt like going to bed. I was still pretty energized from the party, even though I really needed sleep. I looked down at Rosalyn, my beautiful Rosalyn, and sighed contentedly. As difficult as she was, she was always the best person I had ever known. She could always sense what I was feeling, and was the first person to jump to my defense. She was feisty, and I loved it. She was also the sweetest woman, and treated me like gold. I only hoped I treated her just as well. I loved everything about her.

As I began to get up, Louis lazily walked into the living room and sat down next to me.

"Hey, mate," Louis sighed, looking like he would fall asleep any second, as well.

"How ya feeling?" I chuckled, running my fingers through Rosalyn's hair.

"I feel like shit," he groaned. "I can't even sleep because I keep getting sick."

"Sorry bud," I laughed, trying my best to keep my voice down so Rosalyn wouldn't wake up.

"You don't seem to be that drunk," Louis commented. "At least not anymore. This girl must really have you grounded."