Gotta Be You

What happens after Jules and Harry get engaged? And what happens when Jules introduces her best friend, Carmen, to Niall? Will he break up with Demi for her or will they keep pretending that they weren't attracted to each other since the moment they met?

*Author Note:* Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Operation Haylor, which you can find on my profile if you haven't read it. Unfortunately, Josh, the awesome guy who co-wrote Operation Haylor with me, isn't going to be writing any of Gotta Be You (unless he wants to do a bonus chapter or something, which has been discussed, so look out for it possibly).


27. The Last Chapter

Carmen’s Point of View

            Niall led us to a little area down the street where there was soft music and couples slow dancing.

             Just as we got there, the band was ending a song. “Want to dance?” Niall asked.

            I grinned. “Of course.”

            He held me tight as the next song started, a song mixed with violin, a woman’s voice singing about night and the moon and love.

“Jules and Harry are going to end up tripping over their own feet,” Niall said, laughing. As we danced, Niall swayed us so I was standing where he’d been and I could see Jules and Harry. Just as I caught sight of them, Jules did trip. They laughed and Harry picked her up, spinning her around, then placing her feet on his like she was a child.

I laughed before looking up at Niall again. “Niall, tonight has been amazing,” I told him.

            “I’m glad you think so,” he told me quietly. “Do you remember I wanted to give you something the other night?”

            “Oh,” I said. “Yeah.”

            He stopped dancing, let me go, and dug something out of his pocket. It was a long rectangular jewelry box. Odd that I didn’t noticed he had something in his pocket. The pockets on his pants were pretty large, I guess.

            I opened the box to find a gold charm bracelet nestled inside.

            “It’s got a wedding ring charm on it, because we met at Jules and Harry’s engagement party and we danced at their wedding; and a guitar for that night they had that house party and we went downstairs. That might not be the best memory, but it was kind of a turning point.”

            “It was good at some points and in some ways,” I agreed in a breath. This gesture blew me away. I couldn’t believe he’d spent the time to plan this and buy it for me.

            “There’s a mini Big Ben because you met us in London to audition for Simon, and we played our first show there. There’s a microphone, I think that one’s kind of obvious,” he continued. “A tour bus, a crown because you’re my princess, a lucky clover, and an N for Niall. Well, do you like it?”

            “This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever been given,” I told him. “I can’t believe you did this for me. Everything you’ve done has been amazing. I mean, you got me to come on tour with you as your opening act. And taking me around Ireland has been amazing.”

            “I’ve loved takin’ ya,” he said. “Do you want me to put it on ya?”

            “Yes,” I told him, taking it out of the box and cradling it in my hand for a moment, in awe. Niall scooped it up and put the box back in his pocket. It wasn’t very noticeable, unless you were looking for it. I extended my arm and he clasped the bracelet around my wrist.

            “Perfect, what do you think?” he asked.

            “Perfect,” I repeated.

            He swept me into his arms again. Just as the song seemed to be ending, he whispered, “Carmen.”

            “What?” I whispered back.

            “I’m in love with you.”

            “I’m in love with you, too.”

He kissed me, and then I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes. They’d been feeling so heavy. Have you ever felt that? Like your eyelids were just heavy with love. It feels like your blinking takes longer, but your eyes feel a little wider with wonder.

Harry’s Point of View            

            Jules looked down at our feet and laughed as we almost tripped over each other. “We shouldn’t be allowed to dance in a crowd of people. I really don’t even know what I’m doing.”

            “Well then it’s lucky you’ve got me, isn’t it?” I asked, standing up straighter.

            She laughed. “Like I said, we shouldn’t be allowed to dance in a crowd.”

            Jules tripped then. I caught her and lifted her off her feet, spinning her around. “Who’s clumsy now?”

            She laughed harder. “Me, me!” she exclaimed. “It’s always been! I’ll never deny it!”

            I set her down on my feet, hoping that would prevent her from tripping again. It made it a little more awkward to dance, but oh well. We were even closer than before now, too.

            “My dad used to do this with me,” she said quietly.

            I pictured doing this with me and Jules’ daughter someday. She’d definitely have curly hair. It would be some shade between blonde and brown. I wondered what kind of accent she’d have since Jules was American, but I was British. She’d probably have green eyes, too, like us. She’d be so beautiful, just like Jules.

            “You’re going to be the best dad,” Jules said, making me wonder if she’d read my mind.

            “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Ready to start now?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

            “I think that would be very inappropriate considering we’re in public,” she teased evasively.

Jules’ Point of View

            Sam Phillips was singing Reflecting Light while I was dancing with Harry, my husband, in Ireland and my best friend and Niall were dancing not far away. This was my life. This was incredible. But I should stop being so surprised. Life had left me in constant amazement since I’d won those concert tickets two and a half years ago.

            “Meaning you’re still not ready,” Harry said.

            Oh yeah. And we were talking about kids.

            “Well no,” I said. “I’m only 19, Harry. I’m still a teenager.”

“You’ll be 20 in five months.”

“We’ve only been married for a couple months-“

            “Three,” he interrupted.

            “Right, which is not a lot of time at all-“

            “But I’ll be 22 in four months and we’ve known each other for almost three years,” he said.

            “Two years and three months,” I argued. “That’s not even close to three years. Now you’re exaggerating.”

            “Fine. I know we’re not ready. We can’t even manage to dance in public,” he teased with a grin. “I just like the idea. I don’t want you to rule it out. It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if it happened.”

            “Harry. Of course not,” I said. “It would be amazing. It will happen someday,” I promised. “Just not now.”


            “Don’t ever doubt it,” I said, leaning my head against his chest.


            “We’ll have beautiful kids.”

            “It won’t be fair to the rest of the world, really. Especially if they look like you.”

            “I was thinking if they look like you.”

            “I love you,” he said simply.

            “Harry Edward Styles I love you so much, too,” I told him.

            Harry pulled away from me, so my face was no longer against his chest. “Let me kiss you,” he said, then cupped my face in his hand.

            “Aw!” I turned to the sound and noticed a group of girls gathered around the dance floor. I’d learned by now the boys couldn’t stay in one place for too long before people would start to find them.

            “Guys,” Niall called. “If you take pictures with us, will you let us get back to our night?”

            “Yeah,” they chorused.

            “Can we finish dancing first?” Harry called.

            “Sure,” they yelled back, full of giddiness.

            Who knows if it was true? It was doubtful. They probably wouldn’t leave. Most of them would follow us around wherever we went. We’d have no choice but to go back to the hotel. But for now, dancing under the stars and the strung lights, in Harry’s arms, everything was perfect.

The End

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