Unexpected Love

Chapter Fifty Three

HARRY'S POV

"You're up early," my mum laughed when she stumbled into the kitchen.

"Yeah, sorry if I was too loud. I just couldn't stay in bed knowing that I was marrying Lou today," I admitted, smiling sheepishly down at my cereal.

"I can't believe my little boy is getting married!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me and planting a little kiss on my cheek.

"Not so little anymore," I chuckled, continuing to eat my breakfast.

"Listen, Harry, I know you have a lot to do today but can I take you out somewhere after breakfast? There's something I promised someone I would do for you." I nodded, quickly finishing my breakfast and running upstairs to throw some proper clothes on. I had already showered, but I wasn't going to go out of the house wearing jogging bottoms and Louis' shirt, considering how small it was on me. I went back downstairs to find mum stood by the door, waiting for me. We got in the car, driving to wherever it was she wanted to take me. As we drove, I let my thoughts drift to Louis. Is he as excited as me? Is he nervous? Is he having second thoughts? What is he going to do with his hair? What does his suit look like? Suddenly, the car came to a halt and I looked out of the window. The cemetery. I looked over at mum who was already getting out of the car, expecting me to follow her.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, walking beside her as we walked towards my dad's grave.

"There's something I need to give you, and this is the only place I could think of that it should be done." I nodded, worry making its way through my body. What did she need to give me at my dad's graveside? I stood next to his marble stone, wishing he could be here to celebrate this day with me. "Harry, before your dad passed, he wrote both you and Gem a letter each and I was instructed to give them to you both on your wedding days. Well, that day is now here. I have kept this later safe all these years, you will be the first person to read this letter since your dad sealed it two days before he passed," she explained, pulling an envelope from her pocket and handing it to me. "I'm going to wait in the car whilst you read it. I love you." Without another word, she walked away, leaving me stood there with a letter I never knew existed. I sat down on the cold grass, gently opening the envelope and beginning to read the words of the man who left me all those years ago.

Dear Harry, if you're reading this then it means I'm not able to be with you on your wedding day. I have given your mum strict instructions to give this to you on the morning of your wedding, and if I know her as well as I think I do, that is the situation you are currently in. I'm so sorry I'm not there to celebrate this special day with you, you have no idea how much I wish things were different. I would love to be able to see you standing at the altar, waiting for the love of your life to walk down the aisle to meet you. I would love to see you smile as you notice how perfect they are. I would love to be there to accept your partner into our family with open arms. Seeing you, your mum and your sister happy was my main goal in life, and I hope that you have all been able to achieve that without me. Harry, my son, I am so proud of the person that I'm sure you have grown up to be. I hope that you have continued to be true to yourself, fighting for what you want and what you believe in, and I truly hope that the person you have decided to spend your life with is everything that you need. I trust your decision, Harry, I know you've probably picked the best person to live the rest of your life with. Growing up, you always knew what you wanted and who you were. I honestly believe that the person you're about to marry is right for you, otherwise you wouldn't have picked them. You're a good kid, my boy, and I'm incredibly proud that I was able to call you my son. I'm going to take a big risk here, but I believe I know you well enough to know how your life is going to pan out. Harry, I know you're marrying another man. I've known since you were just a little boy, even before you knew yourself. As I'm writing this, you still don't know, or at least you've never said anything, but I know you're gay, Harry, and I'm incredibly proud of you for that. I really hope I'm not wrong and I'm not ruining your wedding day or my last letter to you! But, like I said, I've believed this for a long time. Let me tell you a story about you as a child, one that I never got the chance to tell you to your face. I had always planned to tell this story on the day you decided to come out to me, but I guess I'm not going to live to see that day. Anyway, when you were about four, you were playing in the park with some of the local children and a little six-year-old boy wanted to play with you. As you both played in the sand, his mum and I started talking. You both got on so well and you played so nicely together. This little boy with his light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, captivated you. When it was time to leave, you both came running over to us, holding hands and smiling. I will always remember the way you both smiled at each other, even at that age. After I managed to tear you away from him, he called out that he loved you, and you told him the same thing. As we walked away, you told me that you wanted to marry him. That was the start for me, from that moment on I knew you weren't going to be just like everyone else. Harry, I loved that about you, and I will continue to love about you long after I'm gone. My lungs are beginning to get too painful now, so I know I need to wrap up this letter. That and the fact your mum will probably bring you and Gemma in for a visit later and I need to be prepared for the cuddle attack you're sure to give me. Harry Edward Styles, my incredible son, I'm incredibly proud of you and I with you every happiness in the world. I hope the rest of your life is filled with love and happiness, just like mine was with your mother. Congratulations on your wedding day, I promise to be there in some way. All my love, dad xxx

P.S. The boy you fell in love with all those years ago, I still remember his name. Like I said, it was supposed to be something I told you about when you opened up to me. His name, the boy who stole your heart when you were just a young lad, his name was Louis Tomlinson.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. Louis. I have loved Louis since I was just a child. My dad knows who Louis is. He knew I was gay. He knew I wanted to marry Louis. He knew everything about me. I kissed his stone, thanking him for the letter and telling him that I loved him before I ran back to the car, tears cascading down my cheeks as I hugged her. "Harry?" she questioned, "what happened?"

"Dad... he... he knew I was gay, and he knew who Louis was! Look!" I shoved the letter in her face, watching as she read each word that my dad had written for me.

"Wow, your father really was something else," she whispered, wiping away her own tears. "Now, shall we go and get ready so you can marry the person you've loved your whole life?" I nodded, composing myself and getting ready to tell Louis this story. When we got home, I rushed upstairs, pushing past Liam, Niall and Maya who were currently getting ready downstairs. Our hair stylist, Tom, was sorting them out and all I wanted was to wear my suit and see Louis. Mum helped with my tie and cufflinks, and I slipped dad's letter into my pocket. I wanted to have a part of him at the wedding, and mum said it was supposed to be my something old. After Tom did my hair, perfectly styling it the way Louis preferred, we all got in the car and made our way to the venue.

"He'soutside. He's here. Ready?" Liam asked, patting me on the shoulder as he stoodnext to me. I nodded, looking up the aisle, waiting for Louis to appear.

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