As The Years Go By

Harry Styles had it all. The new founded fame and fortune, a pretty girlfriend, oh and a wife he hates with a burning passion, but time flies by and he wants to save his precious memories.

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2. Part Two

January 18, 2012

It had been almost a year ever since Harry and Sophie married. Their relationship was no better than before. They still cursed at each other, made one another miserable and only spoke to insult or when needed to. Harry resented her for losing Caroline , and Sophie hated him for taking her life away.

Fortunately, they had been both busy for the past year. Harry, being a worldwide sensation along with his fellow One Direction members, Where in the mist of promoting their album 'Up All Night'.

Sophie had finished school and was the youngest heiress ever in England to take over a company. With her intelligence and creativity, she had managed to bring her company to the top. And through hard work and determination, she -with great difficulty-, found herself as one of the top hundred richest women in the world.

It was during that one night, when everything suddenly changed.

Harry had come home that night after a concert in the States. He was exhausted, being deprived of sleep for twenty eight hours straight, and hungry. When he arrived home, he expected Sophie to be sitting in the dinning room, having her dinner like always, waiting for him with that annoyed look in her eyes.

She wasn’t.

Normally, Harry would have just brushed it off. After all, they weren’t on good terms. However, this was so unusual that he just had to wonder where she was.

“Maggie,” he called out for one of his maids. Maggie, a small teenage girl, immediately scurried over to him from the kitchen. “Yes sir?”

“Do you know where Sophie is?”

“Ah, Miss Sophie! She got a call not too long ago from her parents. She’s in her room right now,” then the expression on Maggie's face became sour. “I think something terrible is happening right now. Sophie's mother was crying when she got the phone call.”

‘It must be about the business,’ Harry thought. Because he was technically part of the company, if anything ever happened to it, he would be worried too. “I see. I’ll just go to her room then. You’re dismissed.”

He didn’t know why he was so curious to know what was wrong with her. But he found himself running up the staircase and not a moment later, he was in front of her room. He should have walked away as soon as he heard her voice, but he didn’t. He should’ve just pretended that he didn’t hear anything, but he didn’t. He should have just discarded the whole situation as if it didn’t happen, but he didn’t.

Why? Because his tough, short-tempered, witty, sarcastic wife…was crying.

It was the first time for him to see her in that state. A voice was telling him to stay and watch over her. Somehow, he listened to that part of him and his whole body remained frozen outside her door. No-he couldn’t walk away.

“W-what do you mean?” Sophie sobbed on the phone. Her back was turned to him, but Harry could see her shoulders shaking. The sobs that escaped from her mouth didn’t go unnoticed. “Dad? What happened to Dad?”

“He died, honey,” Harry's mother in law’s distraught voice echoed through the phone speakers. “H-he had a h-heart attack in China. T-They’re sending his body back here in London in a-a week.”

“No,” Sophie fist tightened. “NO!” And she threw her phone across the room making Harry flinch.

The brunette collapsed on her bed in a hunched position with her fist clenching her covers. She froze in fear, and shivered in disbelief. The cold air sang around them, silence eating their surrounding, leaving the sigh of her loneliness shooting air out of her mouth with each breathe she exhaled. Her eyes were screaming for justice with each translucent trickle of emotions. A loud sorrowful cry erupted from her and Harry felt his heart break in two. He knew how much she loved her dad.

“Sophie…”

Her head snapped around at the sound of his voice. She looked broken and lost. Harry didn’t know what to say or do. “What?! Are you going to make fun of me now?!” She tried to be strong-tried not to look weak in front of him but failed. Harry saw through her even if he didn’t want to.

Not a moment later, he had pulled her into his arms, securing her in in his warm embrace and started whispering sweet things in her ears to calm her down. She fought back at first, not wanting to fully break down in front of him. In the end, she lost the battle and clung onto him for dear life, burying her face into his muscular chest. “Harry…d-daddy…he’s gone!”

“I know,” Harry softly answered. His shirt was already wet with tears but he didn’t care. She needed someone and he wasn’t that much of a jerk to just leave her like that. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

--

“It was the first time that I’ve ever seen you cry. I thought that you were a strong girl but as it turns out, you’re nothing but a baby,” Harry teased. But no reply came from Sophie.

He wanted to scream in frustration. His wife was so close to dying and his only hope was on the life machine which was still showing signs of her heart beating. And that was enough for Harry.

“I was surprised that I held you that night. I always thought that if I ever saw you in your weak state, I’d take it to my advantage and make your life miserable. I guess things don’t always go as planned.”

--

January 19, 2012

The next day was awkward for both of them. Sophie had woken up beside a sleeping Harry and to her amazement, she was still tangled in his arms. She had been flustered and didn’t know what to do. Not being able to think of another way of waking the 18 year old up, she poked him. All Harry remembered was him muttering an apology and running out of the room, once he woke up.

It was during their breakfast when Sophie finally mustered the courage to speak.

“Ah,” she stammered out. “About yesterday-”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Harry quickly said, hoping that the subject would soon be dropped.

“But…I want to.” And he looked at her surprise. “Yesterday, you…comforted me when I needed someone. I never thought that you’d actually do that. For the past year, all we’ve done is scream at one another and hurt each other. I never thought that you, of all people, would have a heart. I know that if I was in your position, I would have just left you like that. So…thank you.”

Harry shifted in his seat, uneasy. “Well, it was my first time seeing you like that. I knew I had to do something. And it’s not like I had a choice! My body moved on its own accord. If I had any say in it, I would have left you there too!” He was stubborn. He didn’t want to show that side of him to Sophie.

Instead of getting angry, Sophie giggled at him. It was the first for her to be genuinely happy around him. “You say that but you really don’t mean it. I’m glad that I saw that side of you last night Harry. Now I know that you’re not such a bad person after all. Maybe if we can both put everything that has happened between us in the past, we can be friends?”

Harry observed her closely, listening to her words. Finally he replied, rather reluctantly, “do what you want.”

--

“And we became friends.”

--

May 5, 2012

Harry had never thought of Sophie to be such a cheerful and carefree person. He had been so used to her cursing and insults that he never really thought of her as a nice woman. It had been a few months ever since her declaration of wanting to be friends with him. They were both 19 now. They shared secrets -one which was of Harry being still in love with Caroline-and dreams. But she acted like a 14 year old girl on her first date every time they went out.

At first it surprised him, but after a while Harry found himself getting used to her new personality. He found her antics cute, her witty remarks hilarious and her sarcasm and smiling face just added to her charm. Inevitably, Harry slowly fell in love with her. And he lost their bet.

A few weeks ago

“Harry, I’m bored!” Sophie puffed out her cheeks and poked him.

They were both lying on his bed after a long day of work. Sophie had decide earlier on that day to raid his room. They were both comfortable with each other now and Harry found himself anticipating their every hang out.

He gave her a pointed look. “Then go do something.”

“But there’s nothing good to do when you’re alone!” Sophie drawled out, crawled towards him and finally placed her head on his lap. “Pleeeeease?”

The man scratched his head. He knew that he wouldn’t win the argument against her. He gave in. “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s make a bet!”

“What kind of bet?”

“Hmm,” and she pointed to her chin, thinking deeply. “Oh! I know! Let’s bet on who will fall in love with who first!”

Harry laughed at her. “I thought that we agreed to be just friends.”

“I know, but this is just for fun! We’re married right? But neither of us is in love with the other. Say, in some crazy twist of fate, one of us do fall in love, that one will be the loser! Okay?”

“Okay, okay.”

“But if you fall in love with me, you have to tell, okay?”

Harry raised a brow at her and flicked her head. “What makes you think that I’ll fall in love first?”

“I’m adorable, that’s why,” came her blunt reply, while she clutched her forehead with one hand. Harry chuckled at her.

“Deal,” Harry raised a brow and folded his arms, “but if you fall in love with me, you lose.”

“I’ll never fall in love with you. I promised myself that a long time ago,” she pouted.

Harry smirked at her and kissed her forehead. “We’ll see.”

Harry didn’t know why he was in love with her. He couldn’t pinpoint the time when he fell in love with her either. All he knew was that he did and that was all that mattered. His heart raced whenever she walked by. He found himself inhaling her scent every time they hugged. And he found himself smiling when ever he was around her. There was no doubt that he was deeply in love with his wife.

All he needed to do now, was confess.

“Sophie,” he entered her room but froze immediately at the sight in front of him.

Sophie was packing.

“H-Harry!” She exclaimed, panicked. “You’re not suppose to be home!”

“What are you doing?” He asked her and grabbed the t-shirt from her hands. “Why are you packing?!”

She avoided his eyes and simply said, “I have to.”

“No you don’t,” he told her coldly. “I know you Sophie. You’re running away from something. Why? Is our friendship not enough for you? Is there someone else?!”

“NO!” She denied hotly. “Of course not!”

“Then tell me why you’re leaving!”

But she refused. She began packing her stuff at a faster pace, while mumbling incoherent things to herself. Harry couldn’t stand the site of it. His heart was being ripped out of his chest. She was leaving him with no explanation.

“Sophie please,” he grabbed her hand and pressed it to his cheek. He was crying now. “At least tell me why.” He pulled her to his chest and held her there, not wanting to ever let her go. To his happiness, she didn’t pull away.

“I’m- I’m in love with you Harry.” And he felt his heart burst with joy. He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips and he had to stop the urge of kissing her then and there. “But I don’t want to be in a one-sided love all alone. That’s why I have to leave. Please let me go.” She gently pushed him away and gave him a heartbreaking smile. “I love you but only on my own. That’s why I have to set you free. Do me a favour and find that one woman for you, okay?”

Harry shook his head at her. He took her face in his hands and reached down to her height level. “Silly girl. What makes you think that it’s not you?”

He didn’t give her a chance to speak. He pressed his lips hard against hers, muffling her protest to his confession in the process. He felt her gripping his shoulders hard, but he could endure that as long he could claim her as his. The kiss started to get heated. Harry had pushed his tongue forwards, opening hers in the process. He fought with her tongue for dominance, playfully at first until it became a game of who would win and who would lose. In the end Sophie had lost, but she didn’t care. She melted in his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tried to fill the unwanted space in between them. She stumbled back when Harry hoisted her hips against his, and fell onto the bed, which made her suitcase fall to the ground. His lips were already trailing down her neck when Sophie gently pushed him away. Harry needed more, he tried to attack her supple skin again but Sophie wouldn’t let him.

“Say it,” she told him, breathless.

Harry look at her, astonished, “say what?”

“Say that you love me,” she gripped his shirt and pulled him down, her breath tickling against his face “Say it out loud.”

“I love you,” he whispered. And he did.

Once again, he placed his lips on top of hers and they moved against one another, gracefully, like they’ve done it before. They made love that night and Harry couldn’t remember a more special moment in his life.

--

“When you confessed,” he told her. “I was happy. I thought that everything would be fine after that, but, you were insecure. You were really stupid to think that I still loved Caroline .”

--

August 5, 2012

“Goodnight,” Sophie kissed his cheek with a small smile in her face. Harry returned it before gathering her in his arms and placed his head in the crook of her neck. “Goodnight,” he mumbled against her hair.

They stayed in the position contented, peaceful and happy. Until-

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Go to sleep,” Sophie ordered in a tired voice. She turned to face him and gave him a mild glare before she ever so slightly closed her eyes. Harry leaned in and kissed the top of her nose.

“Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?” Harry asked her concerned.

She moved her head from side to side furiously, “I can’t- I can’t sleep before you do.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t,” and she hastily avoided his eyes.

“There must be a reason to it. You always fall asleep after I do, Sophie.”

Harry was curious. He wanted to know why she always sacrificed her health for him. She would stay up late every night with him, until she could make sure that he was sound asleep. He always wondered why she never slept before him. Why she always observed him.

Sophie clenched her jaw tightly. Her husband could see that she was hesitating to answer. “I’m…afraid,” she finally admitted in a quiet voice.

Harry reached to caress her cheek. “Of what?”

“Of losing you,” she looked at him with her big, doe eyes. They were pooling with tears and Harry couldn’t stand the sight of it. “Of waking up in the morning and finding you gone. I’m scared that one day you’ll realise that I’m not the one for you and that you’d go back to Caroline.”

Harry finally understood. ‘You’ve got it all wrong, you silly girl.’

“Don’t ever think that,” he said in a reassuring tone. “I love you and only you Sophie. I’m married to you. I want to start a family with you and no one else. Understand?”

“You promise?” Sophie looked at him cutely.

“Promise,” and he linked his pinkies with her as he silently whispered, “I’ll love you and only you, forever till the end of time.”

She fell asleep almost immediately after that. Sophie trusted him. Although she still had her doubts, she trusted him enough to be beside her the next morning, and mornings to come after that.

--

“After that night, I’m proud to say that I took care of you better, loved you more heartedly and spoiled you like the child that you are.” Harry smiled to himself as memories of them came flooding back to him. If he could, he would return to those times, right all the things that he had done wrong which would have made his life so much easier.

Beep. Beep.

“You don’t know how happy I was when you told me that you were pregnant with my child.”

--

October 18, 2012

Harry came home that night, half-awake and lazy. Sometimes being an idol took a lot out of him. He was contented with his job though, so he never complained and accepted the blessings that came his way. Dragging himself up the towards their bedroom -his and Sophie's-, he found his wife sitting nervously at the foot of their bed holding something alien in her hand.

“Sophie,” he yawned. “Aren’t you sleepy yet?”

“We need to talk.” He heard the slight tremor in her voice which caused him to turn alert.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He immediately began to inspect her, checking for any injuries that she might have had.

Before he could continue, Sophie had shoved some stick into his chest rather forcefully, which made him stumble back. It was a pregnancy kit. And all Harry could see was the pink positive sign written on it. He looked at her with wide-eyes. He was not able to produce a sentence to assure her of anything. He was confused, happy, excited, yet scared at the same time.

“I’m keeping it,” Sophie told him, a hand snaking around her stomach where their baby was. “You can get angry at me all you want Harry, but please let me keep the baby.”

He reached out to touch her belly, taking in the information that he was just given. He already knew what to say before he even though of it. “I want to name it Darcy if it's a girl.”

The smile that appeared on her face was the smile that Harry wanted to see forever. “Really?”

Harry nodded. He pulled her to him and hugged her closely. Already he was being careful with her, and made sure not to squish her in his arms like he usually did, to protect the baby. The next words that came out of his mouth were not planned. He did it on impulse, still overwhelmed by the news and he didn’t even have a ring to give her yet. “Marry me again Sophie?”

But he knew that that was what he wanted. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to do it properly this time. He wanted a church wedding and he wanted to be happy about it this time around. They got married shortly afterwards. This time they went on their honeymoon. Every time that Harry remembered those times, all he hears is Sophie's laughter and her beautiful smiling face.

--

Sophie was suppose to come home with him that night from her friend’s party. Harry had strictly told her that he would pick her up. He was worried that something might happen to her and their unborn child. She was heavily pregnant and Harry was afraid that she would hurt herself driving.

To his misfortune, Sophie had decided to wait for him outside. A drunken man had decided to drive home recklessly that night. The moment their fate intertwined, he crashed into her.

Two years. Few months to be friends with her, few to fall in love with her and a few to be happily married to her. He didn’t want just two years. He wanted more than just two.

“We’ve only had two years…but I want to give you infinity, Sophie.” Harry, who was not able to take it anymore, gathered her petite body in his arms and held her close. “Please wake up.”

When the door to her hospital room opened, Harry wanted to rip out the arms of whoever came in. He was angry- frustrated. He didn’t want anyone interrupting them, afraid that this would be his last moment with her. The eyes of the doctor had stopped him.

“Doctor-” he cut himself off, not knowing what to say.

Understanding the situation, the doctor had approached him with a small smile on his face. Gently, he placed a hand on his shoulder and made Harry look at him. “Your daughter is stable. We were able to save her just in time. She's one month pre-mature, but she'll make it. She's a strong girl.”

Harry felt the air being knocked out of him. He wanted to run around and yell in happiness. ‘Darcy's fine! She’s not hurt!’ But one question still didn’t leave his mind.

“And my wife?” He was afraid of the answer but he needed to know.

“Your wife is doing great, Mr. Styles. She should wake up in a day or two.” Giving one last smile, the doctor had walked out that door leaving a relieved Harry in the room.

The man walked back to his wife and took her hand in his once again. When she opens her eyes, he’d be there. When she panics about their daughter, he’d be there to reassure her. She had always been there for him, during his weakest times and sad times, guiding him like a light. This time, he would be the one walking beside her. It was his time to show how much he cared.
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