Forgive me? Harry Styles

17.

Chapter seventeen:

The next year went by in a blur; I graduated high school and turned eighteen, Harry and I moved in together in a house with a cubby, Liam and Dani are now trying for a baby, Niall and Tessa celebrated one year last night and Darcy’s first birthday was massive, she’s going to be one spoiled little girl. Overall the past year has been great, Darcy’s first word was mum, and second was dad and he has vowed our next child will say dad first, which I think is adorable, he wants another baby! Not now, but in the future of course.

Tonight we have organised for Dani and Liam to look after Darcy while Harry and I go to a party. We’re flying up to Melbourne where all the celebrities are meeting to go to some guy’s party, but Harry and I are going for a little bit of a rest from Darcy’s crying.

“I think we should text Liam and see if she’s been fed yet…” I pointed out, rummaging through my bag for my phone before take-off.

“Don’t worry! Darcy will be fine, just sit back and enjoy being able to relax.” Harry laughed, resting his arm around my shoulder and kissing me on the temple.

“But!” I complained, I’d never left Darcy with anyone but Harry for more than an hour.

“Darcy knows Liam and Dani, it’s alright.” Harry pointed out, as if reading my mind.

“Okay…” I mumbled, resting my head on his shoulder, and falling asleep.

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“Hey Abb!” Harry whispered, rocking me gently. “We’re here!”

“Wha?” I moaned, waking up to realise the whole plane was now emptied. “Oh.”

“C’mon sweetie!” Harry laughed, helping me up and intertwining his fingers with mine before we got out of the plane.

“I have nothing to wear; I’ll have to buy something.” I pointed out as we grabbed our bags from the conveyor belt.

“I’ll buy it.” Harry smiled, kissing me on the cheek before carrying his bags and mine out, refusing to let me carry mine.

“No, it’s okay I have money.” I smiled, linking arms with Harry.

“My treat.” Harry persisted.

After some very quick shopping on my part we bought me a white flowy dress with silver sequins at the top which was low cut, matched with silver stiletto pumps. 

“Beautiful!” Harry smiled, as we walked out the shop trying to ignore the screaming girls and flashing cameras, and the occasional rude comment about me being a baby slut.

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“I’m coming in!” Harry called through the bathroom door. “Hey beautiful.” Harry smiled, kissing me on the cheek as I curled my hair loosely.

“Hey sweet heart.” I smiled back, his smile giving me butterflies.

“Almost ready?”

“Yep! Just have to put my dress on and we can go!”

“Awesome.” Harry said, stepping back and posing dramatically, “what do you think?” Harry winked.

“Sexy, as always!” I winked back, straightening his tie before sliding into my beautiful dress and pumps.

“Beautiful, as always.” Harry smiled, pulling me into a nice hug and kissing me on the forehead, I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks as they flushed a scarlet red. “You’re so cute.”

“No!” I giggled, running my fingers through his hair.

“I’m not arguing with you! C’mon let’s go gorgeous.”