"This isn't the end, it's the beginning of a whole new chapter. We just have to learn to define ourselves this time around." | Happily ever afters are just the beginnings of new stories, at least that's what aspiring PR agent Reagan Bailey is learning. After seemingly getting it right with international pop star and 1/4 of One Direction, Harry Styles, things begin to fall apart within the band and in the boys' live as everything begins to change. While the boys are in the midst of their indefinite hiatus and are beginning to pursue other interests, Reagan must try to hold the group together before they decide they're better off going their separate ways. *For the Battle of the Fandoms Competition* *Sequel to "Labels"*




Harry woke up with a start for the second morning in a row. He hadn't been dreaming, hadn't had a decent dream in a while, but it was almost as if he could sense that there was no one beside him as he slumbered. And he was right.

He yawned as he stretched in bed, pushing the covers aside, "Reagan?" He called as he still refused to acknowledge the fact that he was awake, "Love, are you still here?"

He had slept over all week, refusing to go home. He was home. Why would he go to an empty house when he had this perfect two room flat and his gorgeous girlfriend by his side? Well, not by his side, not currently, but she was in the same space as him, and as long as she was beside him he was home.

"Good morning." She said, her heels clacking on the wooden floor as she came into the room. She went to her dresser and picked out some earrings from a little stand she had. As she slipped them on, Harry began to slowly get up.

"You have class?"

"Yeah, but only two."

"So you'll be back at..."


"Oh." He smiled.



"It's Friday."


"The day you're having dinner with my parents?"

"Okay?" He mumbled, falling out of bed. He tried to compose himself, but it was seven in the morning and he was still exhausted. Although Reagan pegged him a morning person, he totally wasn't. He was just abnormally chipper around Reagan to get her pumped for the day. But today he just wasn't feeling it.

"As in you're meeting my parents today?"

He looked at her with a blank stare.

"Harry!" She said in a frustrated tone, turning to look at him.

"What!? I know I'm a tad slow when I've just woken up, but I don't comprehend what you're trying to imply here. Are you worried? Is that it?"


"Don't be."

"Oh, wow. You just said 'don't be' and magically all my anxiety disappeared. Oh my god, you are a miracle worker."

"Was that sarcasm? It's too early for me to tell."

Reagan ignored him, "Look, you're going to meet my dad for the first time Harry, and he isn't exactly fond of you."

"All dads are fond of me."

"Except mine."

"He doesn't even know me though."

"Yes, but his first impression of you wasn't the greatest."

"What was his first impression of me?"

"He works with Taylor Swift."

"Oh." He said scratching the back of his head, "That would explain it."

"Indeed it would."

"But you know that's not me, not anymore." He added quietly.

"Wait, was what she said really true?"

"About what?"

"You cheating on her."

He shook his head, "No."


He sighed, "I did leave her on the island when we went on vacation together. We were together at first, like the first week. I really thought that maybe with her it could've been something, you know? But it kind of very quickly turned sour."

"But Lydia made you stick with the story."

"Yeah, well, I let the whole thing continue."

"You liked her?"


"Yeah." She said quietly, turning back to fix her hair in the mirror.

"I don't know. I thought that maybe we could be something real."

Reagan's face kind of dropped, so he decided to elaborate. He had never told anyone anything like this, never. So opening up like this was kind of new to him, "It's just that all these relationship stories kept being written up for me, you know? They were all fiction. With Taylor it kind of happened naturally. We met backstage at our first big award show and she just seemed so genuine, you know? Like she actually cared? I thought she approached me because she saw sparks fly or she felt that attraction. But she didn't. She had been contacted by Lydia far before we even landed in the states." He sighed,"I don't know, Rae. I thought that maybe for once something wouldn't have to be faked, but alas, that idea ended quickly." He peeked at her through the mirror, trying to make eye contact, "Are you mad?"

'Why would I be mad?"





"Is it weird talking about exes?"

"Well when they're that famous, yeah."

"In general though. I don't know I've never trusted anyone enough to talk about this kind of thing, so I don't know the protocol. Did I totally fuck up?"

"No." She smiled wearily, "We can talk about anything."

"Let's talk about yours then." He said, getting comfortable once more.

"I don't...I don't have any."

"You've never?"

She shook her head, "I've never really dated anyone before you."


She rolled her eyes, "Don't. Do not play that whole, 'Oh, Rae. I'm your first everything?' card. Because it's sickening and I will literally leave if you do."

"I wasn't-"

"Believe me, I could've dated if I wanted to."

"I don't doubt it, you're kind of the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She blushed, "But I just didn't want to. I didn't even want to date you."

"Gee, thanks."

She ignored him, "I mean, I think that in a way I didn't want to be that stereotype. You know? Fat girl falls in love with the popular guy, he ignores her, she loses weight and gets pretty, boy goes out with her and he's her first everything?"

"I'm sure I've seen it in a movie somewhere."

"Or every teen movie," She added, "But that's my point. I didn't want that to be my life. And when I met you, it felt like it was going to be."


"I don't know..." She mumbled, "I just...I thought that in order to be with you I had to...look the part?"

"I don't..."

"You know, I had to look like your other girlfriends."

Harry looked at her sadly, "Rae."

She shook her head, "It's fine. I mean, we're here now, aren't we? I'm still me and you're still you and somehow this worked out. Neither of us really had to change, and I mean, that was the best part of this whole thing."

"That we didn't have to change?"

"Yeah. I mean, I still look exactly the same, and you're as weird as ever."

They laughed, a glimmer of something melancholy still shone in her eyes though. As if somehow those feelings of worthlessness were bubbling up again.

He got up, wrapping his arms around her, and making eye contact with her through the reflection in the mirror, "Reagan, I don't want you to ever change. I will always love you for who you are."

"Harry, I'm going to change, so are you. It's inevitable."

"But I don't want you to, like I don't actually need you to." He tried explaining.

"I know what you mean, but we're in this weird part of our lives where we're still growing up and adulting and stuff, and I don't know. I just think we're still going to change, but that the important thing is that we're doing it together."

"Reagan Bailey, that is probably one of the sweetest things you've ever said."

"Yeah well, savor it. You won't be getting much else like this from me." She said, turning around and planting a kiss upon his lips.

"It's already half past." He said, staring at the clock upon her dresser.

"Oh, shit." She said, breaking away from him and bolting to gather all of her things, "Maybe early mornings aren't the best times to unload years of what probably should've been addressed by a therapist."

"We all have our issues, darling." He said with a smile as he watched her dart from corner to corner.

"Yours is currently my father though."

"I have daddy issues?"

"Gross, don't call him daddy."

"I never understood why people ruined the term 'daddy'."

"I never did either, but that doesn't mean I want you to use it with my dad."

"Point taken."

Reagan walked up to him, bag in hand, and got on the tips of her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Okay, please be showered and ready to go once I come back."

"But you come back at one."

"No I come back at three, I have to stop by the office and give Lydia some paperwork I finished last night."

"That's going to take you two hours?"


"Fine, I'll go home and shower and change then we'll meet back here?"

"Sounds good. Lock the door when you leave."

"Will do." He said, opening his hand to receive the keys Reagan had pulled out of her purse.

"I'll see you later, love you." She said, giving him one final kiss and finally heading towards the door.

"Love you too." He said as she shut the door.

He walked back into the bedroom and decided to take a nap. But when he hit the mattress he just wasn't sleepy anymore. All he could think about was the fact that finally this wasn't fiction. That both of them weren't leading the kind of life they always thought would be inevitable. This relationship was unexpected, sure, but it was probably something neither of them though would ever be possible.

Harry smiled to himself, that goofy smitten smile. For once he couldn't help but wish that things wouldn't change, that they would remain exactly as they were. Even though he knew that that would never be possible, he hoped that for once his foolish wishful thinking would actually come to fruition.


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