Can't Get Enough

22.

22. (I don't know about you-haha)

He kissed my forehead.

"One final stop."

Zayn and Perrie had already left, promising to print the pictures soon. It had already been an eventful day, but I was so happy and so sure of myself that I decided to just go with it. So I helped him take down the tree while I sang songs to him. He loved my singing voice. I started off with "Sparks Fly" by Taylor Swift and by the end of "Heavy In Your Arms", the pictures were packed away neatly in a shoebox marked "Memories with Leila" the fact that he kept a memory box of me didn't make me feel bad for my jewelry box marked "Times with Harry." I carried the box with the candles-Harry insisted on carrying his shoebox-and headed back to the car.

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It was night time, and by the time we pulled up to the last stop, I was almost falling asleep, but our location woke me up.

I hadn't been here in a while.

We were at the cemetery.

"That night you found me super-drunk, I came from here. It was his birthday. We always had a glass of whiskey on his birthday, ever since I was twelve. Before I knew it, the bottle was gone." I laid my hand on his knee, reassuring him that I was here. He looked at me.

"I want to show him my beautiful bride." I blinked rapidly, but agreed. His father was special to him, they were always super close. But he had been struggling with addiction all his life. I knew that's why Harry didn't want me to get into drugs. He didn't want to lose another one to them.

So we walked through the cemetery, the cold air biting at my face. I really only liked winter for Christmas. After that it was overrated. We got to his grave. It was large and gray. Cemeteries scared me. The thought of being so close to dead people scared me. It always reminded me that life was really all too short.

"That's one of the reasons why I don't pay close attention to life anymore." Seriously, he should look into reading people's minds as a career.

He stepped right up to the grave, bent down next to the headstone, and spoke to the ground.

"Hey, pops. You remember Leila?" He looked at me and gestured his head. Was I supposed to say something? He nodded.

"Oh, um, hey Papa Styles. Been a while." I almost asked him how he'd been, but stopped myself from making a complete idiot of myself. He continued.

"Well, you always saw it. I remember you telling me that one day I was gonna grow up and get married to her." My eyes grew huge. Really?

"You always said 'Son, you've found her, so don't let her go.' And I would always tell you that there were so many other people in the world. I just didn't want admit how special she was."

I felt myself blushing.

"And remember on your birthday, I told you I loved her, and I was gonna marry her?" He looked at me.

"I was right." I knew he was smiling.

"For a while now, I was convinced that this day was the worst day of my life. But it's actually turned into the best day. Because on this day, dad, Leila agreed to become my wife one day. And I couldn't be happier." He sat there for a moment, just looking at me. I knew he wanted me to say something. So I sighed, and bent down next to my fiancé.

"Papa Styles, thank you for making Harry into the man he is today. He is everything to me. And he'll always be in my heart." I meant every word. I was sure now. No doubt about it. I felt a peck on my forehead, and he put his arm around me as we stood up.

"See ya soon, daddy-o." He said

"Goodbye, Papa Styles." I said. And we walked back to his car.

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"Your dad is still out doing whatever." My mom said from the kitchen as I came in. Cheating on you, I thought. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

"How was your date with Harry?" She smiled, turning from dinner. I felt myself grow red.

"H-how did you know?" I stammered.

"He asked for my blessing, like any self-respecting man would. It's like a fairy tale!! I helped him pick out the ring, y'know. And I set the tree up, as well. I just love you two. I've never seen two people more in love. I thought I did once, but..." She shook her head.

"Mom, how do you feel about death?" I tried to be casual, but the question still startled her. After a moment she spoke.

"It's quite unfortunate, but it happens at the right time for the right reasons. I mean it is inevitable." I nodded and started to my room before my mom stopped me again.

"Zayn brought the pictures over here. They're darling, I put two copies on your dresser. Give a pair to Harry." Oh I intended to. As I went to my room, I took off my coat, dress and accessories and changed into pj's. I went to my desk that sure enough, had the photos capturing my surprise and kiss of earlier that day. They were right under the framed picture of Harry asking me to homecoming. I picked it up. I knew what happiness was back then. And I'm sure of it now. Sometimes, I lose sight of what I'm running to, but I stretch out my hands and recapture it like night consumes day. I texted Louis.

Me-I'm still sure about Monday.

Christmas break had started on that day.

Louis-all right. If you wish.

I took a sheet of loose leaf paper from my drawer, thankful he didn't argue with me. I set the picture down in front of me and began writing. Funny thing, life. You're put on here to serve a purpose. And you only get one shot to do that. And if you let it get the best of you--there's no turning back. That's it. You're done. That's what scares me the most, because what if the day people remember you by isn't the day that counts the most?

Heads up--next chapter gets POV crazy. XO