One Direction's Big Break: The End

Chapter 62

Lena's POV

I woke up to someone brushing my hair away from my face. My eyes fluttered open to see Harry sitting on the edge of my bed, smiling softly. "Hey, beautiful." he said. 

I don't know why, but his words triggered a flashback. It wasn't in as much detail as the others had been, but I remember Harry's "death" and how distraught I was. It was the first time I remembered it. 

"Baby?" he asked. I snapped out of my memory and sat up quickly. "I love you." I said, clinging to him. "I love you too, darling." he said, chuckling a little. "Ready to go?" 

My heart rate elevated, and I took a deep breath. I was just meeting Harry's family, why was I so worked up? 

Because you're pregnant with his baby and marrying him in four days and you haven't ever met them. 

I blinked and nodded at Harry. "I'm ready." I told him. 

"Hey, my mum is going to be nice to you." he said. "Robin and Gemma too." 

"I don't have the best experience with parents liking me," I teased, reminding him that both my biological and adoptive parents wanted nothing to do with me. He smiled a little, and shrugged. "Ashton's mum liked you, didn't she?" he asked. 

I frowned. "I don't remember." I said. "No one ever filled that one in for me after the accident." 

Harry looked away, but not before I saw the hurt in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked. 

He sighed. "Earlier, I was talking to Liam. And I was saying how grateful I was to have him in my life, and I asked him to be my groomsman. He said yes, but.." he trailed off. 

"But?" I pressed. 

He sighed again. "But I reminded him that I knew a part of him would never forgive me for breaking your heart the day...the day of the accident." he said. "And he didn't correct me. I mean, I knew he didn't but having him confirm it just kinda stung." He shrugged, and ran his hand through his hair. 

"Harry, if Liam really didn't forgive you then he wouldn't be so supportive of us." I said. "Even if he doesn't know it, he's forgiven you." 

Harry looked up at me and smiled. I am suddenly struck by how much older he seems. Gone is the boy who I have seen in pictures when One Direction was formed. His mop of brown curls is cut off, and that alone makes him look years older. His many tattoos are another factor that is  drastically different from the boy I knew, the boy from my flashbacks. In fact, all of the boys are very different now. Niall stopped dying his hair blonde, Louis wasn't the boy in a striped shirt and suspenders anymore, Zayn was looking more like a punk rocker every day, not that I minded, and Liam was singing about girls stripping. Liam. Sweet Liam. 

"What's wrong, baby? Why are you crying?" Harry asked worriedly, towering over me and running his hands all over, looking for injuries. I shook my head and hugged him again. "I just can't believe how grown up the five of you are." I said. "I didn't realize I was crying." 

"We're not the only ones." Harry laughed, and I could hear it rumble in his chest. "One Direction's Baby Sister isn't such a baby anymore." 

"You never though I was a baby." I said, rolling my eyes as his voice echoed in my head. 

"She certainly doesn't look like a little girl." 

He laughs louder. "Have you remembered when I buckled you in the jet, when you were on your way to London the first time?" he asked. 

I pull back and shake my head. He smiles, dimples popping. "You couldn't figure out how to get the seat belt to fasten, and I helped you. The guys were all teasing me that I took my time so I could keep touching you. You were blushing so much." he said.