PATIENT LOVE

Epilogue

songs:

- Headlights – Tor Miller

- how long will I love you – Ellie Goulding

-xo – John Mayer 

- passenger - patient love (acoustic)

A few months later...

Madelyn's POV

His hair has gotten so much longer. I would have thought that at some point it would be too much but I absolutely love it. I love running my hands through it almost every morning and night, I love braiding it into a mess and pulling on them in the moments needed to.

Right now, Harry in a light blue dress shirt he doesn't even notice me staring as he's focusing on trying to tame his brown curls, his rings shining in the light of the bathroom with every movement they make. His brows are creased in concentration, his lips pout a bit. He runs his hands through his hair so many times that I almost start laughing. Instead I decide that I better go find my heels rather than stand here gawking at my boyfriend.

In our shared closet is where I dig through for the brand new heels that I bought specially for this night.

Today is Harry's twenty-fourth birthday and he agreed to a dinner and night out with some of my close friends, along with his. And the next day we would take a drive to his mother's for a celebratory dinner as well even though the family came to surprise him earlier today with breakfast.

"How does it look?" Harry's voice knocks me away from my thoughts and I almost slip putting on my left heel. He puts a hand on my shoulder to steady me and I smile in thanks.

"Um," I walk up to him. His eyes watch me, waiting for what I have to say. I lift my hands up to thread into the curls. "It's perfect," I smile.

"You're sure?" he asks.

"Yes, I promise," I laugh.

"Well, all right." He agrees, running his hand through it anyways and then grabbing his blazer out from the closet.

He's slipping the black blazer on while I go to my jewelry box, adding my earrings and the one ring I wear on my finger nowadays.

"Ready, Maddie?" he has the keys in his hands but I take them from him, nice try. "Come on, I can drive and still not know where we're going." He argues.

"Nope, we agreed."

"I didn't really agree, more like seduced to comply."

I shrug. "Same thing."

"Let's go before we're late," he urges me.

"Okay, okay," I say as I spray perfume frantically, praying I don't get any in my eyes or mouth.

Harry's tall frame towers out the door first and I hastily follow after him with my heels clanking on the hardwood floor of our apartment. I follow him out the door, locking the door behind us.

"Hey, by the way," he clasps his fingers together with mine. "You look gorgeous," he compliments my simple white romper.

"Thank you handsome."

Throughout the drive Harry pesters me with questions and hints about where we could be going and every time I tell him the same thing, "You'll see soon enough."

He can't stop moving in his seat or messing with the radio stations before finally settling on our favorite CD.

It's a bit of a drive when we finally reach the restaurant but it's completely worth it from the stunned look on Harry's face. For the past month he's been talking about this new restaurant that he wanted to try because of the way this building was constructed, he went on with all these technical terms I could barely keep up with. But this right now, the joy in his eyes melts my heart.