Meant For You

Epilogue Part 1: The Whole Shebang

Epilogue Part 1: The Whole Shebang.

Set 2 years later

--- Hope POV ---

The screaming coming from outside the limo could be heard from blocks away. Or at least that’s when I could hear it, even with our windows wound up. The Brit Awards were heaving.

In my own right, had I not been dating The Harry Styles I would still have been here. I mean, half of the celebs here are wearing my designs. I just let myself think that when I wonder why I’m doing this to myself, not to mention my ear drums.

“It’s so damn loud.” I whine over to Harry, dramatically falling against his chest since he’s turned towards me so that we could talk. I let my body slouch so that my chin touches my chest to look as if I have no shoulders. “We’re going to go deaf.” I whisper, apparently terrified.

Harry only laughs at me.

“This is not the first awards we’ve been to Hope. Plus, I’m sure that the Teen Choice Awards were way louder.” He points out, wrapping his arms around me so that I couldn’t escape.

“Ah!” I cry gleefully. “You see, I wasn’t at those ones remember? I, my dear Curls, was attending to one of my distraught models.” I make my face as smug as possible. Burn baby. I won that one. “So, how love could I know of anything louder?” I turn my head to look at Harry, but the cheeky look that he has on his face has me instantly suspicious.

Suddenly he’s leaning over me, even though we’re still moving slowly in the limo, and he should really be wearing a seat belt, my back flat to the seat and his face so close his hair brushed my own forehead.

“Is it as loud as the day we made up at the concert?” He whispers, his mouth getting closer and closer to mine. So close, but still not close enough. My breath hitches. When I hesitate Harry veers and kisses my jaw, taunting me. “Is it?” and all I can do is shake my head.

I don’t think anything could ever match that sound. I think my ears still ring with the screams now. Although maybe not, it has been two years after all.

“And, Gorgeous Girl, is it going to be as loud as it will be when everyone see’s this ring?” He says, staring into my eyes and slowly lifting up my left hand and kissing the ring that lies on my 4th finger. “Will it be as loud as the screams when they see that you’ve agreed to be completely mine? My fiancé?” He whispers, his mouth just touching my own now, the feeling of his breath across my lips sending my senses into an uncontrolled mess.

“Harry.” Is all I can manage my body arching into his, trying as I always do, to get ever closer to him. But my mind is already living the moment as I get lost in his eyes and kiss.

---------- the night before ----------------

I groan as I finally got out of the elevator on our floor of the apartment complex. It’s been such a hectic day and all I want to do is just sit… and watch movies with Harry.

Since I’ve designed and fitted so many celebrities for the Brit Awards tomorrow night today has been filled with hectic clients fussing over the hems of their dresses, or the neckline and if their accessories really go. It’s been a nightmare so I’ve been running around all day, calling and receiving calls from almost everyone I know, just so that these frenzied A-Listers don’t lose their shit too majorly.

It’s nice to know that Harry will be there when I get home though, I think he had some recording to do today, but not too much, just some bridges in the music apparently.

And yes, Harry and I live together. I actually moved in with him the day we got back from Japan. You’d think that we’d have problems to sort out having been separated for months, but really, none of it mattered in the grand scheme of things. All we had to do was fight about who was cooking that night. All my stuff was moved within the next two days and bam! Harry and I lived together and we were never happier.