Operation Haylor

*Written by me and my friend Josh*
When two starstruck teens meet their favorite stars, they won't let anything get in the way of winning those stars over. Not even the fact that their favorite stars are in a relationship. With each other.


15. Epilogue Chapter 2: Written by me

I sat as close to the water as I could, so I could dip my toes in without getting my shorts wet, and pulled my knees up towards my chin.

I couldn't believe I'd been living in California for two months. I couldn't believe Harry bought me and my family a house for Christmas!

When he told me I was so stunned he got to jump in with his argument right away. He probably had that one planned. He said it was a gift for him, too."I'll save on plane tickets." The boys were in California way more than Pennsylvania.
“And a gift for your mom!” he argued, pleadingly. He wanted to make her dream come true by helping her record in California as much as he could. Excluding my dad, he knew how much my family loved the beach too.

When I wrapped my head around what he was saying, I argued with him. He won eventually anyway.
The beach is where my mom, my brothers, and I spent most of our free time. I loved to sit out there and just stare out at the ocean, or bring a notebook and write, or a book and read.

The house is gorgeous. Huge. Way too extravagant. Right on the beach. Harry seriously spoiled me. It's two floors with five bedrooms, each with it's own bathroom. That part was extremely nice. He had even set aside a room for himself, already filled with some of his things. I sometimes slept in his bed when I missed him terribly, to feel closer to him, to smell his scent.

Since we'd moved there my mom started recording, my dad got a job in the studio, and I got a job as a nanny. I'd wanted to be a nanny for a few years. I had always loved kids. I started babysitting when I was, like, twelve.

I wasn't worried about moving out. I was almost nineteen and not quite sure what was going to happen in my life. I'd move out when it was the right time. For the time being I was enjoying living in the new house.

Besides, life with Harry was fast. It was hard to keep track of time.

Harry wasn't working that weekend, since Valentine's Day was Sunday. He was flying in that Friday afternoon. He actually supposed to be there any minute. I pulled out my iPhone. Hm...nothing new. I typed a new text to him.

Did your plane crash? JK (you KNOW I have to tell you JK is my initials) It better not have crashed. Love you xo

I decide to check my email. Josh and I still kept in contact, and I had sent him an email that morning, asking how things were going. He had just responded.

Hey princess. Couldn’t be better. :)

“Ah!” I exclaimed as someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I was zoning out just enough for someone to catch me off guard. Rats.

“Guess who.” Harry laughed. He plopped down behind me, pulled his knees up next to mine, then he closed his eyes and rubbed his face gently against my cheek.

I reached awkwardly behind me and smacked his arm. “Harry you scared me!”

“I'm sorry love,” he said, still rubbing his face against me.

I loved when he called me “love.” And he knew it, too. It's such a British thing to say and he didn't say it very often.

Since we got together he only said it to me.

I finally couldn't stand him rubbing his face against mine. "Ha-harry," I said, giggling, "you're tickling me with your hair." He laughed but finally stopped and kissed my nose. “How was your flight?” I asked him.

“It was fine, Babe. I couldn't wait to see you.”

I kissed his cheek. “So, what do you have planned for this weekend?” I asked.

“It's a secret.”

“Aw, Harry, come on. Tell me what we're doing.”

“Nope. You're going to have to wait and see,” he said. He untangled himself from me.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I turned around but he wasn't there. He was running down the beach. Obviously his plans were top secret if he was trying to distract me. “Hey! Harry!” I whined. He laughed. “Ugh,” I mumbled as I pulled myself up and chased after him. His plan worked, though. Soon I was laughing and put the fact that he's keeping a secret from me out of my mind.

When he finally let me catch him I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest. "I missed you," I told him, savoring the moment. The last time I saw him was for his birthday on the first. He had flown me to London.
He turned very serious, grabbed my face, and kissed me very passionately. It caught me by surprise and took my breath away. He pulled away but then pecked my lips again. "I missed you, too," he told me, rubbing his thumb against my cheek.




“Good evening Mr. Styles,” the woman behind the kiosk greeted Harry.

“Hello.” He smiled at her.

It was Valentine's Day. Friday night we had just hung out at the house, watching movies and talking. Saturday we had decided to go to a movie. People had stopped us on the street, asking for pictures. Most people knew who I was and wanted me in them, too. As with the rest of One Direction's girlfriends, I was both loved and hated. It was weird to think I was one of those girls that I had hoped to end up like one day. That people wanted to know me and take my picture.

Today after we had gotten home from church we hung out for a while with my family. Harry told me we were going out at around five.

“What should I wear?” I asked him.

“I was thinking,” he started. He walked to the coat closet and pulled something out. “That you could wear this.” He had pulled out a big box.

We flopped back onto the living room couch. I pulled off the lid to reveal a dark royal blue dress with a bejeweled, A-Line, halter top. It was knee length and gorgeous.

“Harry, this is beautiful.” I looked at him, wide eyed.

“Hurry up and put it on. You're going to look amazing,” he said.

The restaurant was huge and gorgeous. It was quiet and intimate and really fancy. It looked really expensive. I felt bad, as I always did, about all the money he must have been spending on me, between the flight there, the dress, the food we would be getting. I always felt weird accepting random gifts from people. Christmas, my birthday, I'm okay, but other times...

“You're table is right this way,” she smiled and walked further into the restaurant.

I latched onto Harry's suit-clad arm. We were walking past lots and lots of tables. All the people sitting at them had fancy up dos and all kinds of hairspray and hair gels in their hair. Not one stray hair was out of place. Their clothes looked almost as expensive as a small, used car. “Um, where's she taking us?”

“You'll see.”

The woman was walking really fast. I felt like I had to skip to keep up. She opened a pair of double doors and guided us to a table closest to the doors, in the bottom left corner of the room.

“Have a nice evening.” She smiled at me as she closed the door. I took in the room. It was pretty big. There was a table in each corner and a guy playing guitar in the middle of the room.

“Is this the surprise?” I asked Harry.

“Not quite,” he said.

“Why do we need so many tables?” I gestured to the empty room.

“I just wanted some privacy. I don't get to see you a lot,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He kissed my cheek then pulled out a chair for me.

I sat down and pulled my chair in. He did the same.

“I have something for you,” he said.

“Is that the surprise?”

“Part of it. Would you just be patient?” he asked, teasing me. He knew I hated being patient.

I sighed. “I'll try.”

He pulled a light purple gift bag from underneath the table and handed it to me. Purple's my favorite color.

“Here you go.” He smiled at me.

I grabbed it from him and dug through the tissue paper. There was a book inside. I pulled it out and looked at the cover.

“You and Me?” I read. The cover was light blue with a picture of Harry and me in the middle.

“I know how much you love books. Read it.” I opened it and started scanning the pages. “Out loud please,” he said.

“Sorry.” I laughed. “Eh hem,” I cleared my throat, grinning at him. My eyes softened as I looked back down at the book. I didn't even have to read it to know it was really sweet of him.

“The first time I saw you,” I read. I glanced into his eyes for a moment. He waved his hand at me, indicating I should keep reading.

I looked back down at the pictures. On the left was the one I had given him for Christmas and on the right was a picture of him kissing my cheek. “I knew there was something special about you,” I continued. Okay, no question about it. This book was extremely sweet and so was the boy sitting in front of me.

The next page had the picture me, my mom, and him and the boys had taken at Hershey. “The boys love you.”

“And the girls.” There was a picture of me, Eleanor, Louis' girlfriend, Demi, Niall's girlfriend, Perrie, Zayn's girlfriend, and Danielle, Liam's girlfriend. The five of us had gotten almost as close as the boys. We hung out at the boys' concerts, whenever I was in London and the boys were busy. We had gotten so close that we called each other all the time when we weren't together.

I flipped the page. “And so does my family.” The first time I met his family, that Christmas, his mom had one of his other relatives take a picture of the three of us posing in front of their tree.

“Your family made me feel like I belonged with them.” I flashed back to the time the picture beneath was taken.

“How about we get a picture of our first Christmas with Harry?” my grandma asked. The question wasn't directed to anyone in particular. And it wasn't a question. Once my grandma got an idea, there was pretty much no stopping her. “Come on everybody!” she yelled, standing in the doorway separating the living room and kitchen.

It took a while, but eventually everyone gathered around and she quickly put my mom's camera on top of the piano. She set the timer and ran back to join the group.

Underneath the picture it said, “And with you.”

I flipped the page again. “I've spent the last year and seven months picturing our future together.” There was a candid picture of Harry and I playing with the kids in my family that first Christmas.

“What our kids will look like.” Below it was a picture of the two of us kissing baby Lux's cheeks.

The last picture was a picture someone must have snapped at Harry's twentieth birthday party. We were kissing on his couch and my fingers were tangled in his curls. I smiled at the memory. I hadn't even realized someone was taking our picture. “And now I'm ready to start it.”

I closed the book and looked up, confused. I had been so into it I didn't notice when Harry had gotten out of his seat. He was kneeling on the floor holding out a ring box. I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. Was I dreaming?

The guitarist was playing “Little Things,” Harry's favorite song off their second album.

“Jules, will you marry me? I know how important it is for you to be close to your mom so I bought us a house a few blocks away. I though we could fly back and forth. If you want. You won't be 'JK' anymore and I know how much you like to be but-”

My rambling tendencies must have rubbed off on him. I smiled. “No,” I interrupted him, “I'll be something much better.”

“Are you saying yes?”

I nodded. “How on Earth could I say no?” He jumped and hugged me. He sang to me that last few lines of “Little Things” and then we laughed as he picked me up and twirled me around.

“Now give me my ring!” I demanded, still laughing. He handed me the box. I pulled it out of it's soft nest. It was heart-shaped and he had engraved “JK to JS” on it. “Put it on! Put it on!” I squealed.

I had on a purity ring. Harry-the amazing guy that he was-was okay with waiting until we were married. He slipped it off and put it in the engagement ring's box. Then he slipped my engagement ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly. “I love you,” he said and then kissed me.

I jumped away as the doors opened. Harry's and my mom ran to us and hugged us.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked.

“Harry told us he was going to propose,” his mom answered.

“Look, there's cameras,” he said, pointing to a chair at each table. The table cloths had been laying on the chairs but now I noticed there had been holes cut in the table cloths and camera lenses were sticking out.

The rest of One Direction and their girlfriends filed in the room along with my dad and brothers.

“Harry flew us out to celebrate,” his mom told me.

“Let me see the book!” my mom said.

“It's right here,” I sat down and our moms sat down on either side of me. I let them read it, flipping to the next page when they told me to and explaining the pictures.

Right after we finished reading it some servers wheeled in some carts loaded with a ton of food.

“Can I sit with my girl, now?” Harry asked our moms. They each moved down a seat. He sat down and kissed my cheek. “Are you happy, love?”

“More than I ever imagined I could be.”

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