When the Clock Strikes 12:00 // L.S.

IV: Three Years Later

three years later...

Harry's POV

"Niall, where is he?" I asked for probably the hundredth time that hour. I'm surprised Niall was still here with me because after just thirty minutes of waiting Gigi threw her hands up in the air and said that watching me be a nervous wreck made her a nervous wreck.

So, she and Zayn went for a walk and Niall stayed to help me keep my blood sugar down as I waited for Liam to bring Louis.

"They are on the subway down right now." Niall said rubbing my shoulders, "And everyone is in position."

"Good, good," I said under my breath as I took a breath to contain the butterflies in my stomach.

"Harry?"

"Y-yes?"

"Are you sure you're alright? You look a bit green and I think your hands are having a seizure."

I looked down at my shaking hands that were fidgeting with the gold rings I always wore. Hopefully, after today, I wouldn't be wearing them ever again...except one.

"I've never been so sure about anything in my entire life," I said remembering my talk with Gemma.

One week ago

I could hear my heart thumping loudly as the phone rang, slow and loud.

"Harry, hi what's up?" My sister's cheerful voice said from the other end of the phone.

Here goes nothing.

"Gemma, I need to talk with you."

"What are you doing now then?" She jokes and I groan,

"No Gem this is serious."

"Geez, alright what's up?"

"Are you happy?"

"Am I happy speaking to my baby brother who is being incredibly vague? Yeah sure."

Why was she being so difficult? On any other day I would enjoy her banter but not today, "No I mean...are you happily married to Tristan?"

There was a pause and then she spoke slowly, "Yes, it's been the happiest two years of my life...Haz are you asking...?"

"Yes." I finally can't contain myself any longer, "I-I want to propose to Lou."

As soon as I finished, I heard the loudest, high pitch screech from the other end of the phone and I winced, holding it away from my abused ear.

"Yes! Harry! My baby brother!" Gemma screamed from the other end and whooped happily.

"So, you like the idea?" I joked after she had quieted down.

"I mean, it's about time. You two are obsessed with one another and it's been what, like almost four years?"

"I'm just...I thought I was over it, but I can't help thinking it's just going to be a mess. Like, mom and father."

Gemma is quiet for a moment and then says, "I never told you this, but I felt the exact same way when Tristan proposed to me. Sure, I was overjoyed and so incredibly happy but there's that small voice in the back of your head that's telling you this could go all wrong."

"Exactly," I say frustratingly thinking about the countless nights I laid there away in Louis's arms contemplating the idea of...marriage.

"Well do you want to talk it through with me?" Gemma suggested, "I have time."