"Sometimes a fish is just a fish, Horan."

That's what Harry says to me, once the movie is finished on the TV of our bedroom. Olivia is sleeping in between my legs, and Harry's left arm is resting on my neck.

Oh. I forgot to mention. Olivia is our dog. It happens that she already had this name when we were looking for dogs to adopt into our lives, and it was so funny that she was actually named after one of One Direction's songs that I didn't even mind the fact that rule of "no 1D songs in our lives".

She's everything to us, and we're everything to her. She's our Olivia.

"You better not start defending this shitty film, you kinky", he laughs out loud after hearing the pet name I recently gave to him, and it makes Olivia jump in fright. "OH, shit, sorry, Olivia. You know how your daddy is."

It's been almost five months ever since both of our world tours ended, and we've been sharing our time between studio sessions, family visits and cuddling each other almost every night. He actually told me after touring that he didn't even want to spend one week without me, and that's what we've been trying to do - seeing each other every week, sleeping together too. And all these stuff.

He would laugh even more if he'd catch me saying "and all these stuff". He thinks it's so "not polite", but still never points a finger at me when I say it. Maybe he loves me with flaws and all.

"Let's go to the roof", he suddenly jumps from the bed, picking some clothes and going to the bathroom. 

"What?" I scream once he's already locked, changing his clothes.

"Let's go! Dress up!"

I end up getting dressed in sweatpants and a white hoodie with "Flicker World Tour" written in it. Once he leaves the bathroom, he picks Olivia up from the bed, holding her with one arm, and intertwining the fingers of his free hand on mine. In a couple of minutes between stolen kisses, groans from our dog and the elevator leading us to the roof, we reach the place, and there's already a guitar standing in the middle of the roof.

"Harold?" I ask with a low voice, taking Olivia from his arms. "What are you doing?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, Harry picks up the guitar and plays the first chords of a song we know well.

"My castle crumbled overnight / I brought a knife to a gunfight / They took the crown, but it's alright", he sings, and I already imagine myself crying in a few seconds.

This song represents our state of mind way more than it's supposed to.

"All the liars are calling me one / Nobody's heard from me for months / I'm doing better than I ever was."

I remember how empty I felt after One Direction disbanded. It was all I ever knew, all I could do, all the happiness available for me in a long time. And I remember how I was finally free of the media frenzy. And how I didn't have no one in the business to celebrate it with.

Because I wanted to celebrate it with him.

"My baby's fit like a daydream / Walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to / So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to."

And, yeah, I managed to enjoy a new private life with Harry once I realized that, although I could live without him, I didn't want to. I wanted him, against all odds. And he wanted me, too.

"My baby's fly like a jet stream / High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new / So call it what you want, yeah", he grins at me in the middle of the verse, and I smile back, with Olivia still resting in my arms.

"I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck / Not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me", I start singing too, taking a few steps closer to where he's singing from. "Which is more than they can say..."

"I recall late November, holdin' my breath / Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me... but would you run away with me?" Yes." He completes the bridge of the song, right before he stops playing the guitar. Once he puts it on the floor of the roof, he stands on his knees, taking a little velvet box from his trousers' pocket.

Oh, shit.

"Haz."

"Will you run away with me forever? Will you be my forever? Will you... marry me, Niall?"

That's exactly what I need to hear before tears start streaming down my face. 

This is it. The calm after the storm. The moment I didn't know I needed right now, but looking at it now, it was just the next step we needed to take.

"I do." His smile becomes wider in his face, and he stands up to kiss me and put the silver ring in my finger. "Fuck it, I love you, Harold."

"Fuck it, I'll love you forever, Niall."

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[author's notes]

That's it, folks. Thank you for your time, thank you for reading this story, thank you for believing in this couple to this date and thank you for your support. This is, literally, my most-viewed story in Wattpad and I'm really, really honored to write about Narry Storan and being recognized for it. 

I still don't know how I could come up with a continuation for "call it what you want". So I guess this is the end. But don't remove the book from your library, maybe it will come back soon if I have a worthy idea.

Meanwhile, read my new Narry fan fiction, "The Quarantine Diaries", available on my profile.

XOXO.

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