If I Could Fly

Meeting the love of your life should be the greatest experience of your life, but being together isn't going to be easy. Harry Styles Fic

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This. This is life.

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Harry arriving at the Another Man A/W Launch in London on October 6th, 2016.

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Jesus wept, he's so beautiful.

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Isn’t it surreal how we all love Harry yet we all have a different version of him in our heads.

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harry + baby fever

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ANOTHER MAN

*sees one picture* this is my fave

*sees another one* no, this one definitely

*sees another* NO thi sismy fave

*sees more* FCUCK IT I LVOE EEVERTTHUINGG

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a concept

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109.

Kirsty’s POV

‘Pickup pickup pickup’ I mumble into my phone squeezed to my ear as I pace the floor in the spare room which I’ve turned into my ‘Wedding Room’. The walls have been transformed into Mood boards with swatch samples, Pinterest print outs, leaflets and anything else wedding related. The whole room is making my anxious as I will Harry to pick up the phone.

Just as I think it’s going to go to voicemail his groggy voice answers the phone, thick with sleep.

'Hello?’

'Did you know about this?’ I bark immediately

'Angel?’ Harry must not have checked the caller ID as he registers my voice.

'Know about what?’ He sighs 'What are you talking about?’

'The 400 strong 'Preferred Guest List’ I’ve just been emailed’ I air quote even though Harry can’t see me. Gesticulating is helping me vent some anger.

Harry goes silent for a moment as I continue to vent, listening to the sound of his breathing.

'I don’t know anything about a guest list’ He sighs eventually.

My heart lifts a little at his words. 'It came through in an email from your PR guy earlier. It said he spoke to you about wedding stuff and it was being run by me’

'Yeah I did have a conversation with Julian earlier…’

'Harry you said you didn’t know anything’ I butt in frantically

… Kirsty calm down and let me finish’ He huffs. 'I told him he’d be better running everything by you. We didn’t talk wedding guests, we didn’t talk dresses, we didn’t talk’

'We’ll he’s taken that as he can have free reign over my guest list and your management company think they can invite everyone and anyone. Harry, I don’t even know half the people on this list’ I wail as my temper loses control again.

'Angel, calm down, please’ Harry tries to soothe

'But I don’t want these people at our wedding Harry’

'Then they won’t be coming’ He says simply. 'I haven’t seen the list but I’m sure I don’t want them there either’

'I promise you there will not be a single Kardashian or Jenner at my wedding’ I huff

'Our wedding’ Harry corrects me.

'Whatever. I’m not having them there and this list has at least 4 of them on it.

'Not even Kendal?’ Harry asks quietly

'Oh for the love of God Harry we are not inviting your ex-girlfriend to our wedding’ I stomp

'But she’s my friend…’ Harry approaches

'OK, hold on I’ll call my ex’s and see if they want to come….’ I bring my other hand up to my other and pretend I’m speaking on another phone. There’s potential to say I’ve lost the plot.

'Graeme, Scott, Craig, Jacob, Neil are you free in September?

'You don’t have that many ex’s’ Harry chuckles softly

'It’s not funny Harry’ I whine sounding like a spoiler child.

'I know baby’ He sighs 'look, don’t worry about it. I’ll speak to Julian if I see him, if not we’ll sort it when I come home. If you don’t want them there then they won’t be there, OK?’

'Ok’ I sigh after a pause. 'I miss you’ I whisper.

'I miss you too pretty girl but I need to go back to sleep’

'I’m sorry. I didn’t consider what time it was in L.A. Sorry’ I apologise

'It’s ok, I liked hearing your voice’ I hear the smile on his voice.

'I love you Harry. Come home to me soon’

'I will baby, very very soon. Love you’

And the line goes dead. I flop down at the desk and feel my eyes sting.

'For fuck sake’ I mumble as the tears drop down my face freely. Why do I miss this boy so much?

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108.

Harry’s POV

‘So Harry, congratulations’

We’re on our third talk show of the week and already it’s clear this is a ‘talk about Harry’s engagement’ press junket more than anything else.

‘Thanks’ I smile. Being a pretty private person, I thought I’d be fed up of talking about the engagement over and over again but surprisingly I love it. Being asked about how much you love your girlfriend and why you want to get married is surprisingly easy to be excited about.

‘There’s really no point in us being here’ Niall sighs as we walk off stage and the crew come to start taking our microphones off us.

'I know’ I chuckle 'but I appreciate you doing this.’

'It’s not like you had much choice in it though’ Liam pipes up shrugging on his leather jacket 'Management wouldn’t have allowed you not to do these interviews’

'Think of all the exposure’ Louis flails his hands about as he does a dreadful impression of one of our PR managers. Just at that moment Justin, said PR manager approaches.

'Harry, darling, I’ve got a few things I need to run by you’ I see Louis smirking as they start to walk through the corridors to exit the studio.

'Yip’ I nod 'but we’ll need to walk and talk’ I nod towards my retreating band mates’

'Ok great.’ Justin immediately starts thrusting papers in my face.

'So there’s a few things I need to run but you about the wedding’ He begins fishing out a few sheets of paper.

'Mate, you’re better emailing Kirsty about wedding things. She’s in control of the whole thing’

'Oh right’ Jason pauses 'I’m sure I have her email address around here somewhere’ He smiles at his pile of papers.

'Was that everything?’ I ask as I see Liam disappear out the doors and into our waiting car. 'Yeah, I’ll email Kirsty all the things I have’ 'Ok great’ I clap Justin on the back and follow my bad mates out into the hot L.A air.

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107.

Kirsty’s POV

‘He wants to be in charge of the music?’ Erin asks as she stretches out on the couch beside me. We’re tucked under my duvet, on the couch at 7am tuning into The Late Late Show with James Cordon.

With a cup of tea in hand I nod. ‘Yip, wants to be in charge of all the music for the wedding and wants to keep it all a secret till the big day’

‘Wow… but you’re a control freak, how will you cope with that?’ Erin laughs but there’s a bit of truth in her statement.

I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m a control freak, but I enjoy control and I like knowing everything that’s going on, especially when it comes to my own wedding. Why I’ve allowed Harry total control over the music I’ll never know.

‘He’s the musical one in this relationship. I think it’s only fair I give him this one thing. And it’s all he’s asked to do. He didn’t put up an ounce of argument about the venue’

‘So the venue’s booked?’ Erin asks

‘100% booked’ I grin at the reminder of the weekend. We traveled to Scotland to see the most exquisite location. I fell in love, we booked it. 'Deposit is paid, there’s no backing out now’

'And Harry’s happy to get married in Scotland?’

'He’s absolutely fine with it. He knows it means a lot to me to get married in Scotland so he was happy to’ I smile remembering the utter elation when he wrapped me in his arms in the middle of the venue and told me to book it.

'It’s exciting’ Erin giggles

'I know, he’s been amazing so far, I guess I can’t deny him the one thing he wants control over’

'I know, but you’re quite specific over what you want’ Erin counters 'What if he doesn’t pick the right song for you to walk down the aisle to’

Her words kind of dampen my happiness for a second. Since I’ve been young I’ve always known how specific parts of my wedding would play out. The song I walk down the aisle to is one of them.

'I trust him. Whatever he picks will be the right thing’ I shrug taking another sip from my tea.

Being my best friend, Erin knows when to drop it. Facing the TV, she drops the subject.

The house is silent as the muted TV plays American adverts in the background. Our trip up to Scotland at the weekend means my mum is now back home, but Erin decided to come down while Harry was away. I couldn’t be happier that she’s here to keep my company and help me with wedding planning. And to wake up early to watch The Late Late Show live with me.

Erin unmutes the T.V as the show starts. My heart stops as James announces the guys and they walk on. I’ve not seen Harry in 2 days and it’s been the longest 2 days of my life. He looks his usual confident, sexy self as he struts on wearing black skinny jeans and a black and white shirt that is unbuttoned deliciously low..

I let out a sigh taking another sip of tea..

Erin laughs knowing why I’m sighing but doesn’t say anything. She lets me have my moment of finding my fiancé so goddamn attractive.

The interview starts the same as most do. I feel like I’m holding my breath in anticipation. I know Harry classes the host James Cordon as a friend so I’m sure he won’t be too judgemental or scathing about our relationship..

'So not much has changed since you were last here, James eyes Harry coyly.

'Niall you’re now sporting a pair of glasses. They look good…’.

Niall chuckles and nods his glasses towards James. They all know where James is going with this..

'Liam, nice new tattoo you’re sporting on the old hand’ Liam thanks James as he eyes Harry who is sitting closest to James on the couch..

'Louis… Nothing’s changed since you were last here’ Louis pretends to be affronted by the dismissal but laughs at James’ eagerness to get to Harry..

'So Harold, not much has changed with you…’ I hold my breath in anticipation for what he’s going to say. Harry wearing the cockiest grin..

’… I mean you just got yourself a girlfriend and now you’re getting married! I mean… no biggie’

'Yeah, you know, just the usual’ Harry shirts casually, still grinning like a bloody idiot..

My heart swells at the casualness but also the confidence in which he talks about us. I turn to look at Erin with tears in my eyes..

'Oh shut up’ She laughs 'He’s only said 2 words!’.

'So this kind of came out of nowhere?’ James asks.

'Well not really. I met Kirsty way back at the beginning of the year. Like 7 months ago now’ Harry shrugs. 'We fell in love’.

The band nod along to Harry’s words, knowing the story.

Harry continues '7 months might not seem like a long time to some people but when you know she’s the one what’s the point in waiting? I never want to be with anyone else so I might as well make her my wife’ He grins at James who laughs at his soppyness..

I sob the ugliest most uncontrolled sob at his words and turn to Erin, she looks at me through a wall of tears and I laugh as the pair of us watch the rest of the interview with tears of happiness flowing down our face.

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106.

Harry’s POV

‘I’m exhausted’ Kirsty puffs as she falls onto the couch beside me.

‘Hard day?’ I ask mockingly. She’s been trying on dresses all day, how hard can it be.

‘You have no idea how difficult it is getting in and out of wedding dresses’ She huffs indignantly

‘No, you’re right, I don’t’ I laugh taking her hand in mine. ‘I bet you looked beautiful though’ I smile.

A blush creeps over her cheeks. ‘I bloody did’ She grins

'Find 'the one?'’

'Nope, not yet. But I got a pretty good idea what 'the one’ could look like’ Her grin stretches from ear to ear.

I laugh at her enthusiasm. My heart feels all light and fluttery at the thought of Kirsty in a wedding dress. Then it takes a bit of a dive when I remember I have news.

I take a deep breath. 'So we got I phonecall today’ I start as Kirsty turns towards me to give me her full attention.

'They want us to do a quick promo tour for the album in a few weeks’

'What do you mean a quick promo tour?’ Kirsty asks as a slight v forms between her eyebrows

'Just a couple of talk shows and stuff’ I shrug

'Where? Over here?’ She asks hopefully

I shake my head 'Ellen, The Late Late Show and Jimmy Fallon’ I grimace waiting on her reaction.

Kirsty nods slowly 'Mmmkay, how long would you be going for?’

'2 weeks is the plan so far’ I shrug 'but maybe longer if they can get anymore shows onboard’

'I don’t understand’ Her frown deepens which makes the ball of stress in my stomach expand, I can tell she’s not over the moon with the whole thing 'Why promo an album that won’t be released for another 5 months?’

'I assume it’s got less to do with the album and more to do with our engagement’ I gesture between us.

Slowly recognition spreads in her eyes 'Do I need to come?’ She asks horrified

'Not if you don’t want to’ The relief in her eyes disappoints me. I was hoping she would want to come with us, I really can’t stand being away from her for 2 weeks.

'We have a wedding to plan. I can’t really swan about L.A for 2 weeks. There’s venues to chose and dresses and centre pieces and music’ Kirsty eventually takes a breath.

'I’m here, remember I can plan things too’ I offer rubbing her knee in an attempt to calm her down. We’ve only been engaged for 3 weeks and already the stress of planning a wedding is starting to appear.

'Harry, you can plan whatever part of this wedding you want. But you can’t plan much from L.A’ She scoffs 'and the time difference is going to make discussing arrangements pretty tricky’

'Well we don’t go for another 6 days, hopefully we can book the venue this weekend, which means you can plan as much as you want while I’m away’ I offer 'I do have one request though’

Kirsty raises her eyebrow. As if to say 'here we go’

'Can I be in charge of the music?’

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105.

Kirsty’s POV

‘So it all went ok?’ Erin asks as we walk up a street heading for Hatton Garden where meeting my mum, Anne and Gemma for wedding dress shopping.

‘Well it’s been 3 weeks since we posted the photos and so far everyone seems to be happy. Well not everyone’ I chuckle ‘but most people’

‘It was a beautiful picture’ Erin smiles taking my left hand in hers and squeezing it tight. I smile back. The picture I posted was of my own hand squeezing Harry’s, Harry holding my fingers between his thumb and his fore finger. His cross tattoo just visible at the top of the picture.

So far my picture has 2.3 Million likes which just blows my mind, but Harry’s has nearly 4 Million likes which I can’t even comprehend. He posted a photo of me smiling with my hand out, bent in the classic 'look at my engagement ring’ pose. In his usual artsy fashion his is black and white and the edges are blurred, blurring me slightly, but you can’t miss the massive grin on my face, but it draws attention to my hand.

'Some of the fans and media aren’t being too nice about me but…’ I shrug my shoulders 'You win some, you lose some’

'You’re being very calm about it. You usually aren’t so composed when it comes to hate’

'I guess I’m learning to live with it’ We jump out the way to miss some on-coming pedestrians. People in London really don’t care about other people. 'What can I do if people don’t like me? Or don’t think I’m good enough for Harry’ I shrug again. 'I make him happy, I know that, they don’t so…’

’… So fuck them’ Erin smiles 'I’m glad you’re happy’

'I am’ I grin as we eventually arrive at the small beautiful door of Mia Sposa

Erin squeals as she takes in the gorgeous interior of the shop. It’s all creams and silks and wedding dresses as far as the eye can see. The big bay window is letting in masses of light which makes the room feel large and airy.

Louise, the young woman I spoke to on the phone to make the appointment, comes over to greet us with a glass of champagne each.

'The rest of your party are round here’ she indicates for us to follow as she makes her way into the shop.

'My goodness this place is beautiful’ Erin squeals again

'Calm down, were only here to look today’ I chastise, laughing at her excited face.

We turn the corner to see my mum, Anne and Gemma sitting on a palatial couch flicking through bridal magazines each with their own glass of champagne.

After a quick round of hello’s and hugs I am ushered by Louise to start having a look at dresses.

My team follow me out into the shop where we are faced with racks and racks of white gowns.

'Right, so, the plan is, everyone picks 2 dresses each. They have to be realistic choices, dresses you think I might like and could actually wear on my wedding day. I’m willing to try any style, any colour, any fabric. I will try on everything and I want your honest opinions, good or bad. I agree to try on everything you bring out but can’t promise to like it.’ I let out a sigh and face the woman.

'Really? you’ll try on anything we pick?’ Gemma asks with a sly grin.

'Yes, but please don’t make me look like a dick’ I chuckle. 'I have no idea what kind of dress I want or will look good on me so I’m willing to try on anything’ I gesture round the room. 'Do your worst’ I gulp allowing them to go off in search of dresses.

I sit down beside Louise as we watch my mum and Anne squeal in delight as the pull out some wonderful dresses.

'You’re a brave woman agreeing to try on anything they pick out’ Louise smiles as she takes noted in a large leather bound pad.

'I’m only doing this because you have such beautiful dresses, I’m guessing they can’t be too horrific’

'You’d be surprised’ Louise laughs as I take a sip of my champagne.

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104.

Harry’s POV

‘Ok, are you ready?’ I ask as Kirsty sits across from me at the breakfast bar.

‘Born ready’ She winks, butterflies jumping around my stomach.

‘Ok. 1.. 2.. 3.. Post’ My finger hovering over the share button on my Instagram app, and suddenly it’s gone. The picture has been posted to Twitter, Facebook and Instagram and we can’t take it back. Well we could it we fancied deleting it, but someone’s probably screenshotted it by now so it really is out there forever.

‘And now the world knows we’re engaged’ Kirsty grins placing her phone down on the counter. I make my way round the kitchen counter and place myself in between her legs.

‘I’m glad they know you’re mine forever’ I smile leaning down to place a light kiss on her beautiful lips.

'I’m nervous’ She admits quietly

'I know baby’ I wrap my arms around her shoulders and squish her into my chest. 'They’ll be over the moon. Don’t worry’

'Can we check?’ She asks eyeing her phone

'Nope. let’s go out to Lunch’ I grab her hand and pull her off the chair. All notifications have been switched off because our social media will be going crazy right now. But I feel it’s better to let it all happen and check back in a couple of hours.

I hope to god the fans are happy for us. It will kill Kirsty if they hate the whole idea. I mean, I know there will be some hate, that she can deal with but as long as the real fans are happy then it’s ok.

'In here looks quiet’ I tug on Kirsty’s hand and she follows me into a cafe. We decided it was a nice afternoon for a walk so we’ve found a cafe not far from home, for lunch.

'This is cute’ Kirsty smiles eyeing the pastel wallpaper and gold teapots on shelves lining the walls of the cafe. I look at the chalkboard menu’s above the counter and decide there’s things both of us like on the menu.

'What do you fancy?’ I ask as I pull Kirsty into my side and her arms snake around my waist. The cafe is quiet, with only a few tables occupied, it’s still pretty early, I think we picked the right time for lunch.

'Hi’ Kirsty addresses the server behind the counter 'Can I have a Panini with Coronation chicken please’

'Of course, chips or salad with your panini?’ The waitress, her badge reading Pam, in her mid forties I’d guess asks smiling politely at Kirsty

'Mmmm Chips please’ Kirsty grins 'and a pot of tea too’ She nods jotting down the order.

'And for yourself?’ She asks turning to face me.

'I’ll have the same. Thanks, but with a white coffee’ At the sound of my voice I see a small head poke out from behind a large coffee machine.

'Oh my god’ The little blonde head jumps out from behind the machine. 'Mum it’s Harry Styles!!’ She tugs on Pam’s arm then blushes.

Pam just smiles at her daughter as she busies herself making the drinks.

'Hi, I’m Jade’ The blonde girl, who can’t be older than 17, smiles from behind the counter. 'I’m a massive fan of One Direction. And oh my, your picture on Instagram this morning’ She nearly screeches 'I can’t believe you’re engaged’

I feel Kirsty stiffen beside me.

'Massive congratulations to you’ Jade rushes out from behind the counter to throw her arms around Kirsty. I feel her relax as I quickly whip my arm out the way.

'Thank you’ Kirsty smiles sweetly at Jade who launches herself at me next.

'I’m so happy for you both’ She grins excitedly. 'Honestly, you’re such a lovely couple. We’re all so happy for you. Directioners, I mean’ Jade blushes again feeling like she’s made a fool of herself.

But instinctively Kirsty leans in to hug her again 'That means so much to me, thank you’

'Could I get a picture with you both?’ Jade asks nervously

'Jade’ Pam warns from behind the counter 'Leave them alone, they didn’t come in to have you barrage them with requests’ She sits the drinks down on a tray.

'No, don’t worry about it’ I smile 'of course you can’

Jade whips her phone out and Pam grudgingly, but with a smile, takes a picture of Jade sandwiched in between us.

'I promise I won’t post it anywhere till you’re gone’ Jade smiles as I grab the tray off the counter.

'Thank you. I’d appreciate that’ I smile as I take our stuff over to a table in the corner.

'She was sweet’ Kirsty smiles taking the drinks and the cutlery off our tray, including the number we need to display for our food. I smile as she organises everything just so, separating our cutlery and placing my cup down so the handle is sticking out at just the right angle for me to lift. Some might think she has a slight touch of OCD but I know she just likes things organised.

'I told you, they’d be happy with our engagement’ I smile, watching as Kirsty dunks her tea bag in and out of the pot.

'She doesn’t speak for the whole fandom’ Kirsty replies. 'But it’s nice to know that at least one of them is happy’

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103.

Kirsty’s POV

What’s better than being proposed to by your boyfriend then surprised with all your friends and family for a week long celebration of your engagement. Not much.

But I can tell you what is not better. Being home in dreary London, with a brick of worry in your stomach over how you’re going to announce your engagement to the world.

‘Magazine shoot in Hello or something? Gemma suggests as she sits snuggled up on the couch.

‘No, definitely not’ I reply shaking my head pulling my bronzed hands into the sleeves of my chunky knit jumper. Why is this country so bloody cold?

‘What about going out to a film premier or a charity gala wearing your ring?’ My mum suggests. My mum took and extra couple weeks off work to help start wedding planning so she’s staying with Harry and I.

‘No, it seems like a cop out’ Dismissing that suggestion too.

‘What about Instagram?’ Harry suggests running his fingers through my hair. I’m sitting on the floor in between his legs with a cup of tea as we sit with our mums, Gemma and Erin making big decisions.

'What do you mean?’ I tip my head back to look at him upside down. God, even upside down he’s bloody gorgeous.

'I’ll post a picture, you post a picture. Done’ Harry shrugs as if it was the easiest decision in the world.

'It can’t be as simple as that’ Anne states

'Or can it?’ I smirk at Harry. 'At least this way we’re in control, we chose the pictures, we decide what we want to say about it’

'And this way you don’t need to worry about what Pap gets the first photo or what newspaper or magazine runs with the picture first’ Erin adds

'Exactly’ I reply 'I like your thinking Styles’

'I’m glad you do Mrs Styles’ He smiles bending down to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

'Not quite yet’ Anne smiles fondly 'So now we’ve decided the announcement, Can we plan a date?’

'Tomorrow’ Harry states

'Were no getting married tomorrow’ I quickly counter. 'When do you want to get married?’ I ask, shifting round to face him better.

He shrugs 'I don’t care, tomorrow, next week, next month, just not a million years away’

'Well it can’t be next month, you’ll start post production for your album next month.

'Already?’ Erin asks

'Things move fast in 1D world’ I raise my eyebrows

'There’s always the hiatus’ Gemma suggests.

'I guess so’ Harry ponders the thought

'That means not getting married till January or February next year. If you plan to get married in Scotland or England it’ll be freezing’ My mum points out

'What about September, this year?’ I ask as Harry begins nodding.

'September could work. It’ll be after the albums wrapped and just before we start promo… September could be the one’ A grin spreads across his face.

'We’re getting married in September then’ I smile as I push myself up on my knees to wrap my arms around Harry.

'Yes we are’ He grins.

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102.

Harry’s POV

I don’t quite know how I managed it but I made it happen. Standing in front of us are the most important people in our life and I know Kirsty wants to share this moment with them. She eases out of my grasp as she bolts into her mums arms.

Immediately there’s choruses of congratulations and well wishes as I shake hands with my step-dad then Kirsty’s dad.

‘I’m so proud of you Harry’ My mum squishes my cheeks like I’m still 5 years old. ‘Thanks mum’ I smile wrapping her in a big hug

'Now let me see this beautiful rock’ She smiles in Kirsty’s direction and disappears to admire her ring. For a second I think theres people missing and they haven’t made it. But as I look wildly round the beach I see them. Propped up against the bar are my three best friends.

Louis nods while saluting me with his drink. I excuse myself from the crowd and jog over to my band mates.

‘Thought we’d give you some family time. We didn’t want to interrupt ’ Niall gets in before I can ask what they’re doing over here.

‘Shut up, you idiot. You are my family’ I punch Niall lightly in the arm.

'In that case, congratulations mate’ Liam smiles pulling me into a tight hug.

'Finally she’ll make an honest man out of you’ Niall grins with his shit cliche and pulls me in for another hug.

'Couldn’t be happier for you Haz’ Louis grins pulling me in for another hug.

'Jesus were getting a bit loveydovey here, with all this hugging are we not?’ I laugh as Louis releases me.

'It’s not every day one of us gets engaged’ Liam laughs

'Yeah, it’s only happened once before and look how that turned out’ Niall giggles at his own joke as we make our way back up the beach.

'Now where’s this fiancé of yours, I want a cuddle’ Niall rubs his hands together in some greedy perverted fashion.

'Watch it’ I chastise him, giving him a quick slap on the arm. 'I’ve put a ring on it now, she’s even further off limits’

'A boy can dream’ Niall cackles as he heads into the small crowd to find Kirsty. I can spot her in a second. Nestled between Erin and my sister. Gemma twisting her hand this way and that to catch the light reflecting off her ring.

It was hard work arranging this. Ensuring everyone could get the dates off work, making sure they were all willing to take the mammoth flight over here then booking all the flights and the hotels for them all was not easy. But to see the look on Kirsty’s face right now, I know it was all worth it. She’s never looked so happy and to know I put that smile there makes it worth it.

I watch as Niall wraps his arms around her and I get the usual stab of jealousy. The jealousy quickly turns to butterflies as she feels my eyes on her and looks up, a grin bursting across her face as she catches my eye.

'I love you’ She mouths. We’re only 50 meters or so away from each other.

'I love you too’

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101.

Kirsty’s POV

breathtaking

adjective astonishing or awe-inspiring in quality, so as to take one’s breath away.

serendipity

noun the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

momentous

adjective of great importance or significance, especially in having a bearing on future events.

I always wanted to be married. I’m not an overly ambitious person, all through school when people would talk about what job they wanted, what University they would go to and what career they would have, I would always wonder where that ambition came from. I wasn’t interested in money or career or status. To be the head of a company or the person earning the most money didn’t entertain me. I wanted a family. I wanted to find a nice man, marry him, have lots of children and live happily ever after being a wife and mother. As I look at Harry now, I know all my dreams are coming true. I couldn’t be more in love with him if I tried, and sometimes that used to scare me because I’d worry he didn’t feel the same, but as I look down at the engagement ring there is no longer any fear. He wants to marry me. The most wonderful man in the world wants to marry little old me.

To look at a me right now would be to look at a cliche. I am standing in the middle of a room admiring the most beautiful diamond ring Harry has placed on my finger with the biggest grin on my face you have seen. An incredibly clear, large, pear shaped diamond, sits on my finger, surrounded by lots of other tiny diamonds on the shoulder. It’s probably not something I would have chosen myself, but it is the most exquisitely beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and I’m in love with it.

As I look at the ring a bout of longing hits me, I wish my mum and dad were here right now, or Erin. They’d be over the moon to share this moment with us.

‘You look happy’ Harry smiles wrapping his arms around my waist, my hands snaking round his neck so I can still admire my ring over his shoulder.

‘Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy in all my life’ I tell Harry as we stand in the middle of the balcony room. The sun has almost fallen into the sea but the sky is still the most beautiful shade of orange. Our on the beach people are lighting lanterns for what looks like a small beach party. I can spy a few tables of drinks and what looks like a sound system being hooked up to some speakers.

'I love you so much Harry’ I grin shifting my attention back to my fiancé.

'I love you too Kirsty’ He grins and I don’t think there’s ever been a more beautiful smile. My stomach flips as the appearance of his dimples. I would love to see Anne’s face right now if she could see how incredibly happy her son is.

'What is it?’ Harry asks as he notices a shift in my stance.

'Nothing’ I shake my head quickly, not wanting to ruin the happy mood. 'I was just thinking it would be nice if our family were here to share this with us’

'It would be’ Harry says staring out to the beach. Watching the people setting up for the party. There’s a small group forming on the beach, waiting for the music to start I assume.

'Come on’ he takes my hand and leads me towards the door 'I think we should go check out that beach party’

He laces his fingers through mine and strokes the band of my engagement ring affectionately and smiles as we exit the restaurant.

'Are you sure this isn’t a private party’ I ask as we follow the decked path down towards the beach. The path is lined with small pillar candles in Mason jars cause a romantic glow all around us.

'I think it is’ Harry says striding down the path 'but I think were invited to this one’

'Really?’ I ask assuming it must be connected to the hotel until the small crowd gathered on the beach turns to face us as we arrive.

'Surprise’ Harry smiles down at me as I take in the group in front of me.

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please don’t make harry’s instagram post about anything other than showing support for the victims of today’s tragedy

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100.

Harry’s POV

‘H are you ready?’ I hear Kirsty yell from somewhere in the apartment

‘Yeah just a minute’ I reply, facing myself in the mirror. I take a deep breath, pat down my skinny jeans, make sure I have everything before throwing open the door. I jump as I’m immediately faced with my beautiful girlfriend. Kirsty looks angelic in the most beautiful, short white summer dress. My hand immediately flies to my back pocket, then I chastise myself and drop my hands to my side.

‘Are you coming?’ She asks ‘You’re taking forever to get ready!’ Her eyes drop from my navy shirt to my white skinny jeans. ‘…Mmmm maybe it was worth it’ She winks ‘You don’t wear those jeans enough!’

I smile as I she wraps her hands around my waist then I freeze as her hands travel down to my ass.

‘Are you ok?’ She asks pulling away from me to look at my face.

'Yeah’ I breath 'Let’s go, I’m starving’ I take her hand from behind me and lead her out the apartment.

We take a short walk to the main hotel, via the beach. Hand in hand. The air is cooler so I can get away with my jeans, but it’s still bloody warm. I can feel myself beginning to sweat, though I’m not convinced it’s necessarily the weather.

'Table for Styles’ I tell the waiter as we enter one of the restaurants in the hotel. There’s a few different restaurants but I picked this one because I think Kirsty likes it the best. It’s still early evening so the restaurant is full of other diners.

'Certainly, this way’ The waiter tells us in his French accent. He bows and we follow him through the open plan restaurant. On side you have uninterrupted views of the sea, it’s easy to tell why this place is so popular. We pass all the other diners as we head towards the back of the restaurant. He opens a door and directs us into a separate balcony area. The area is deserted with only a few tables. Close to the balcony which faces out onto the beach is a table set for us. A romantic candle burning in the middle of the white table cloth. The setting is perfect.

'Wow’ Kirsty breathes beside me. 'This is gorgeous’.

Once were seated the waiter takes a drinks order and leaves.

'What’s all this for?’ Kirsty asks gesturing to the empty room.

I shrug 'I just thought it would be romantic. And we can watch the sun set’ I nod towards the already setting sun in the distance. The sun just delicately hovering above the water, casts a gorgeous pinky orange hue across the sky.

She smiles a genuine smile that lights up her eyes as she reaches for her menu. 'It’s beautiful’ She breathes.

'So are you’ I grin as I mirror her actions.

I can see the blush creep across her cheeks. She doesn’t respond to my compliment.

'Do you not believe me?’ I ask casually as I continue to scan the menu.

She looks up confused. 'I said you’re beautiful and you didn’t respond, do you not believe me?’

She hesitates 'I do, I guess’ her shoulders shrug in the most unconvinced way.

'Why don’t you believe me?’ I ask. I know she’s not the most confident woman but how she can’t see what I see, is beyond me.

She shrugs again, setting her menu down. 'I just don’t think I’m anything special. I mean I wouldn’t say I’m ugly’ She backtracks 'just nothing special. Average I guess’

I take a deep breath, her words almost offending me. If those words had came from anyone else right now I’d be fucking pissed off, but coming from her they make my heart ache a little.

'Kirsty, I can promise you there is nothing average about you Angel’ I take her hand across the table 'You are the most exquisitely beautiful person I have her had the pleasure to meet’ I watch as the heat creeps into her cheeks. 'Never doubt your beauty baby girl’

She squeezes my hand with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, as the waiter comes back to take our order.

~

'That was delicious’ Kirsty murmurs as she wipes her napkin at the edges of her mouth. Her plate, like mine, is clear after a beautiful meal. My hands are clammy as I wipe them down my jeans and I feel a bit sick but thankfully I can’t dwell on it as the waiter comes in to clear our table.

'What are you up to?’ Kirsty asks sitting back in her chair eyeing me suspiciously.

'What? Nothing’ I protest

'Yes you are’ She smiles, completely unaware 'You’re being weird and you keep glancing around the room. You’re on edge’

'I’m not’ I argue 'I’m fine, normal, I’m just normal’ I stutter

'Harry, darling, you are far from normal’ She laughs 'but I love you for it’ Her words soothe the butterfly’s and slow my racing heart.

'I love you too’ I smile getting off my chair and offer her my hand. 'Dance with me?’

She quickly glances round the empty room then shrugs 'OK’ She smiles taking my hand allowing me to pull her out of the chair and into my arms. I pull her body flush with mine, she lays her hand on my shoulder, and starts fingering my collar, she gives me goosebumps as her thumb traces over my neck. I lace my arms around her waist and hold her against me as her other arm draped around my shoulder. I hold my breath waiting on the song to change.

Kirsty smiles as the the piano chords play and I can see the goosebumps on her skin. We continue to sway gently in time to the music.

If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you. I think I might give up everything just ask me to.

'This is different…’ Kirsty falters as the song plays and she continues to hear my voice.

I nod as she places her ear to my chest 'I recorder another version, for you’

'Is that you playing the piano?’ She asks looking up at me with admiration in her big brown eyes.

I nod and smile as she squeals quietly. 'I love it Harry’ She whispers. My heart swells knowing that she appreciates the gesture.

I’m missing half of me when we’re apart, now you know me, for your eyes only…

As the song comes to a close we stay together, swaying gently. 'That was beautiful’ Kirsty whispers, her head still resting against my chest.

I take a deep breath as I gently peel myself from her. Once she’s standing in front of me, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and slowly drop to one knee.

'Oh Harry’ Kirsty’s hand immediately fly’s to her mouth and tears spring to her eyes.

'No, don’t cry’ I chastise 'Or I won’t be able to do this’ My throat itches as I can feel the lump form at the prospect of what I’m about to do.

I look up at her beautiful face, I take another steadying breath as I reach into my back pocket to find the ring nestled safely.

'Kirsty…’ I falter as the words don’t seem to come. A sob escapes from her mouth as the tears fall freely down her cheeks. I laugh and shake my head. 'Wow this harder than I thought it would be…’ Kirsty giggles as another sob escapes her lips.

'Kirsty, I didn’t know what love was until you walked into my life’ I let out a slow breath trying to gain composure.

'You have shown me what true, unconditional love is and what it feels to love someone in that way. God only knows what I’d be without you but I don’t want to know. I’m not myself when you’re not with me and I wouldn’t want fame and fortune or any amount of material things if I couldn’t have your love’

I take another deep breath as the tears threaten to stop my well prepared speech. I take Kirsty’s left hand in mine as she laughs as her right wildly tries to wipe away the tears that are staining her cheeks.

'I love that you accept my life as it is and take all the shit that comes with it because you love me. It might not be a perfect life, but it’s ours and I want to continue to try and give you the world if you’d let me. Will you make my life complete and promise to be my wife?’ Her gasp gives me goosebumps as she drops to her knees in front of me. My heart almost stops in anticipation of her answer. Her honest eyes are so full of tears.

'Yes'