Existence Of Love [Harry Styles Fanfiction/A Mermaid Tale]

Where We Are

~Evanjaline's POV~

It's been five years that I had found my Harry. Five years of happiness. Of course we fought here and there, but the make ups were always so much more rewarding.

Harry and I grew closer, even when we were apart. We'd spend every time that we could together. Instead of planning a future, we both agreed to go with the flowing movement of life. Whatever came our way, we'll stand together.

Right now, Harry had fallen asleep on my shoulder. We were with Niall and his fiancé- Noel, and Liam with his wife Sophia in first class of a plane, flying to Washington D.C to see my father and mother. Xya and Travis promised to be there as well, waiting for us with Louis, Eleanor, Perrie, and Zayn.

It was exciting to see my friends I've spent too long away from.

I stared out of the window, the land below not proving to hold as much beauty as the sea so far away. We had been in Los Angeles for two weeks for Harry's interviews who had surprisingly called in all the boys to surprise each one of them with a reunion . Louis and Zayn had scheduled for a later flight with their significant others, but Perrie blames the boys for making the wrong flight time from ours.

The boys spent over two years apart from each other when the band had separated, yet now they perform with each other if opportunity knocks, but not if they can't all share the same stage. It's rare, but it happens at least five times a year. Niall had kept his promise to the boys and had paid front row for each concert any of them had, cheering them on with signs of his own creation.

I had a phone of my own now, the feeling of the unnecessarily huge device in my hands wasn't as heavy as you would think. The pictures it took were amazing and I had openly fascinated over what cameras could do, capturing so many moments that is there for only a second before its gone. Pictures were my specialty and Harry had gifted me with high quality cameras that works under water so if I ever miss my first home, all I would have to do is go back to the pictures I had taken.

I flipped through the gallery on my phone to all that's happened since I had gotten the device as a present from my love.

The first picture was taken of Harry four years ago in mid-sentence, reaching over to try to explain what the hell I was doing to the new large item I clumsily held in both of my hands. The picture was somewhat blurry, but it had been the first one I had taken so I had kept it. That and the fact that Harry said it didn't look good, which is when I had it locked- out of spite so he wouldn't delete it later. He had gotten it for me because he wasn't too keen on me not having a phone to reach me at whenever we weren't together.

The second photo was of him and I, the camera above the screen was on and he had taken the picture, his lips puckered against the tip of my nose. I swear it looked as if he were wearing pink-tinted lip gloss.

The others after that were terrible and mainly of the floor or my finger, so I had deleted them when I found them in the gallery. The next few was of Niall who had given himself a hair cut and of course pictures were needed. His hair didn't turn out very well. I had finally convinced him that since I couldn't fix it, he should go to a professional salon and get it done.

He chose super cuts.

But the strange thing there was that he had gotten to know the hair dresser so well in the time that she fixed him that they exchanged phone numbers and texted each other constantly. They had met up months later and began their first date. I had helped Niall plan it so of course it was a romantic dinner on the beach.

The next few were of nothing but sights that Harry and I traveled to, the landscapes we had both visited after the band had been finished for the first few months and continued for a couple years, random pictures of places or Harry and I being there.