After 18 Years

Darcy Tanner ran away from home on her 18th birthday, in search of her father. A little over 18 years before, her mother- Ariel- found out that she was pregnant with Harry Styles' child. She fled to America, scared to end the career that he enjoyed so much. Now, when Darcy forces Harry and Ariel to reunite will they fall back into love? Will revisiting their youth be painful or the thing that makes them happiest? Will everything be the same again, even after 18 years apart?


34. Golf

“Ariel! I promise it will be fun! It's your last day in London, Darcy's out with Theo, we have to do something!” Harry pleaded. I groaned quietly, Harry chuckled at my protest.

“Are you sure we have to do this?” I asked, my nose slightly crinkled at the idea.

“Yes.” He grinned.

“But I don't know how!” I exclaimed.

“I'll teach you! I have an extra set of clubs that I bought for you when we were dating still sitting in storage...” He said.

“Fine... I'm not going to be very good, you've been golfing for over half your life.” I complained. 

“We'll have a good time.” He kissed me quickly, making all my protests melt away... Not fair.

“Okay, when do we leave?” I asked.

“In five, I'll meet you by the door.” He smirked, jumping up off the couch and running down the hall to the other room before I could respond. He was only giving me five minutes?? I sighed quietly, getting up to grab my purse and then sit back down to wait for Harry. He was ready to go within two minutes, a golf bag in each arm. He handed me the shorter set, grinning.

“Might as well go early.” He shrugged, and we were out the door. We took his blue Ferrari, Darcy would have taken it earlier, but Theo picked her up. To tell you the truth I had no idea what they were planning for the day, but I know that Theo picked her up at 9am, and wasn't dropping her off until midnight. They'd grown very close in the last week and a half. Theo would most likely be flying to the US to visit Darcy at school, and I was totally okay with that. Theo was a much better guy than Eric...

“Are we there yet?” I complained. We'd been driving for forty-five minutes!

“Same answer as the last time you asked, you big whiner.” Harry teased.

“But we've been driving for so long!” I fell over so that my head was on his shoulder.

“Ten minutes. We'll be there in ten minutes.” He chuckled, I sat up again, grinning.

“Okay, sounds good.” I said.

When we pulled into the car park for the golf course, I was majorly confused. The 'car park' was surrounded by trees, it was like a meadow. No pavement. A short path lead to a large, cabin-like building, and then all there was, was wide open space with perfectly cut grass.

A beautiful golf course. Words I thought I would never think. I followed Harry up the path, but instead of going into the building, he veered left and headed down a separate path.

“Don't we have to check in or something?” I asked. Harry stopped, so quickly that I almost ran into him. When he looked at me there was humor in his eyes.

“Haven't you learned by now, that there's a method to my madness?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Okay, weirdo, I won't question you anymore.” I grinned. He nodded, mockingly serious, then turned to walk again. We eventually reached the start of the first hole. Harry went before me, and honestly, he was really good. There was no way I'd even compare.

“Did you watch?” He asked after he hit the ball off the tee.

“Yeah.” I nodded, completely unsure and a little self conscious. Harry helped me place my hands correctly on the pole, and then guided me slowly to get a feel for the swing.

“Alright, I think I'm ready...” I said, uncertain. Harry grinned and backed up. I took a deep breath. Focus, ready. Swing back... hit! And... failure. I frowned as I watched the ball fly way too far to the right, landing in the rough.

“Damn.” I sighed.

“No! No, that was really good for your first time!” Harry assured.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, not believing him one bit. We played for hours, Harry agreed on only playing 5 holes. But truthfully, I had a lot of fun. There was a lot of laughing, joking around. At one point we were in between conversations and he began reciting song lyrics...

“We were meant to be but a twist of fate, made it so you had to walk away.” Harry muttered. We each laughed, that line kinda described our relationship perfectly.

“Baby be with me, so happily.” I grinned.

“You bought the album!” He laughed. Midnight Memories came out after I left.

“Every one. Memorized every song.” I nodded, his answering smile was blinding. We talked a lot, there was never silence. We poured out what was left of our thoughts to each other. No one else had decided to visit the golf course that day, so we were alone.

Last hit, last hole. I lost miserably, but neither of us cared. I went to retrieve my ball from the hole, when something shiny caught my eye. I looked closer, picking up the object. A ring. My ring. I felt my heart stop for a second, and then pick up twice as fast. When I stood up and turned back to Harry, he was down on one knee. He took the ring from me and placed it on my left hand.

“You don't have to be afraid. I promise to love you and take care of you forever. I swear to God that I will never hurt you. Please, don't say 'no' just because you're scared, 'cause I am too. I think we can do it. Will you marry me?” Harry recited, word for word, what he said when he proposed to me the first time. He was right, I was scared, but that was no reason to say no... I've always been scared. It's time to stop letting the fear get in the way of my life.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Wait, what?” He blinked.

“Yes, I want to marry you.” I repeated.

“Wow, I thought I'd have to do some convincing! Whoa, okay! I love you!” He laughed, jumping up to hug me.

“I love you too.” I smiled. We were finally going to get married. Everything was finally going to be how it's supposed to be...

“Let's go break the news, Mrs. Styles.” Harry said, he was glowing. I'm sure I was too.

“Should I hyphenate my name? Ariel Tanner-Styles or just Ariel Styles?” I asked.

“What do you want to do?” He replied.

“Just answer the question Styles, I want an actual opinion.” I smirked. I know he was trying to not offend me or something, but I wanted a legit answer, not therapy. 'how does changing your name completely make you feel?' No.

“I'd drop Tanner... But it's completely up to you.” He answered. I nodded. Ariel Tanner was the girl who drank too much and slept with random guys. Ariel Styles is a girl who fell in love. Ariel Styles is me, after I met Harry. I've been Ariel Styles for almost 19 years.

“I agree, I think I'll just be Ariel Styles.” I smiled.

“Good. Darcy's going to be ecstatic!” Harry grinned.

“Oh yeah, she will. But still not as ecstatic as me.” I squeezed his hand. We were each in the best mood on our walk to the car, but when everything was loaded up and Harry opened the passenger side door for me, a realization hit me like a boulder.

“You forgot something.” I smirked. A momentary panic flashed in Harry's eyes.

“What??” He demanded. He seemed to be listing things off in his head, trying to remember where he went wrong.

“You forgot to kiss me.” I couldn't hold back my grin at the understanding on his face. First his eyes held humor, but then they began to smolder. Love. It was taking over both of us.

“I suppose this proposal can't turn out quite like the first one.” He smirked, suddenly sandwiching me against the car. 

“I know. What a bummer.” I laughed. The night of the first proposal, well... was the reason Darcy is alive. Let's just leave it at that.

“At least we can have a good make-out sesh” He smiled,

"Did you just say 'sesh'??" I teased. 

"I did and I'm proud." He replied, finally leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. Our kiss told each other a lot of what we were feeling. Love, for one. Happiness, lust, comfort, trust, and even a little humor.

The way our lips moved, how we touched, was that of never wanting to let go of each other. Harry's hands first held my face to his, but then began to trail down my arms, and eventually grip my waist.

My hands traveled from twisting Harry's curls, to gripping his strong arms, but then settled on his chest, bunching up his t-shirt in my fists. I don't know how long we were pressed against his car in the lot. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. Who cares?

When we finally did separate we decided on waiting until tomorrow to tell everyone the news. Tomorrow afternoon Darcy and I would fly back to the states. Then for the next few days I'd help her move into her dorm, and then I'd fly back here. Harry promised to pay for Darcy to visit whenever she wanted.

I remembered when I didn't believe in love, or relationships, or fate. Forever was an impossibility. Absurd. Love was a trick. Fate was a joke. And relationships never lasted so why even bother. But now I knew, I was horribly wrong. Harry showed me that.

This was where Harry and I belonged- with each other. And this was where we'd stay. Forever.

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