The Last Direction (Third Book to 'The Daughters')

Marissa and Harry

*Annemarie's POV*

*25 minutes later*

When we finished sharing the story about 25 minutes later, Marissa was silent. A little too silent for my liking.

"That's so sad." She finally replied after a moment of silence.

"You don't have to worry because Harry has finally gotten over himself." Dad told her as Marissa gave him a confused look.

"What Louis was trying to say, is that he's finally gotten over his wife." Liam said, clearing up Louis' statement.

"One question, do you really think Harry likes me? Or is he just messing with me?" Marissa asked.

"He's totally into you. You can totally see it in his eyes." Emily told her.

"You two have been dating for three months already and you two are more in love than anyone I've seen." Eleanor added

"And I can tell that you're totally into him. We can all see how much you two love each other." Sophia continued.

"Are you sure? It all seems so surreal. It seems like just yesterday I was at my first One Direction concert." Marissa asked.

"We're sure." Perrie replied.

"If I may ask you, when was your first One Direction concert?" Niall asked.

"It was way back in 2012. It was one of the first concerts you guys performed since you guys left the X Factor. Actually, it might of been your first. But that's not counting the time I went to a live show on the X Factor." Marissa explained.

"Ah, so you're one of those fans who's been there since day 1." Louis said.

"Yup. Now I'm sitting in front of One Direction and their daughters and wives." Marissa replied.

"Well, only 4/5 of One Direction." Zayn said.

"Should someone go check on Harry? He's been gone for awhile." Sophia said, suddenly getting worried about Harry's well-being.

"Simon went to go check on him while we were telling the story." Jamie replied.

"Okay." Was all that came out of Sophia's mouth.

"You know what, I should go check on him. I don't want him to think that I left him." Marissa said as she got up from her seat.

"Okay," We mumbled before she left.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I am heading back to the hotel. I'm exhausted." I said.

"I'm right there with you." Jamie said.

"Me too." The other three replied.

"Are you guys coming?" I asked the dads and moms.

"No, I think we'll hang here." Dad replied.

"Are you guys sure?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, we're going to wait for Harry." Zayn replied.

"We just want to make sure he's okay." Niall added.

"Okay." Jamie replied and we exited the dressing room.

*Marissa's POV*

After about twenty minutes of searching this giant stadium for my boyfriend, I finally found him on the stage talking to Simon.

(Authors Note: I don't remember if Simon was the one who went to go look for him. If it wasn't him, just go with it.)

"Excuse me." I said softly as I walked closer to them.

They both turned to look at me, Harry's eyes red and puffy.

"Do you mind if I talk to Harry?" I asked innocently.

Simon glanced at Harry for a second before agreeing.

"Don't be too long. It's getting late and the owner is already complaining that we're here much later than we were supposed to." Simon told me before exiting the stage.

When Simon exited, I went and sat down next to Harry. He didn't look at me. He just continued to look down at his hands.

"I thought you left." Harry said after a few moments of silence.

I could tell that Harry had been crying. I could obviously see it in his eyes, but I can also hear it in his voice too.

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"You know why." Harry replied, as he stared at the ground.

"Harry, the others explained everything. What happened after Jamie was born. How you felt about her up until three months ago." I told him.

"And that's exactly why you should have left." Harry replied in a low voice, almost in a whisper.

"Harry, I would never  leave you. I love you." I told him, saying those three words for the first time since we started dating.

Harry didn't say anything at first. He just looked up at me and looked me straight in the eye. Probably to see if I was telling the truth. and I was. I do love him. And I have since we first met three months ago.

"I love you too." He said, finally speaking after a moment of silence.

Right then was when I knew I wanted to marry him. We sat there in each others presence as he kissed me lightly.

"I think we should get going. It's getting late." Harry said after a what seemed like only a few moments.

"About that." I said quickly.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Your friends and their wives are waiting for you in the dressing room. They were waiting for you to come back. They wanted to make sure you were okay." I explained.

"Well let's go get them and get out of here. I'm so tired." Harry replied as he stood up.

I am so glad that I met Harry three months ago. I don't know what I would do without him. I know that he still loves his wife. I can see it whenever someone talks about her. But I know that he's moved on by now. Otherwise he would still be in the depressed state he was in only a few months ago.

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