I'm in a bit of a writing slump at the moment so to try and get my mood and motivation back, I decided to kind of go back to my roots LMAO anyway I've been reading some comments on FFC that made me want to visit the characters again but from an angle I didn't have the chance to explore them yet! I enjoy their little family moments more than anything so I whipped this up in no time! I hope you'll enjoy :)

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MAY 2031

Shock.

The entire world happened to be in shock. The collaboration came out of the blue and it took everyone by complete surprise to the point where they weren't sure if the news were real or a fragment of their imagination. Then again, it also felt to be the one thing that made the most sense, with it being rumoured on a daily basis but it never happening.

Well, until now.

And it turned out to be a success.

STYLES x KENSINGTON sewn into the delicate material of the pieces allowed for a collection of ideas to wash together and brighten its owners to levels they could only imagine before. Each and every dress, blazer, pair of trousers, vest and scarf and tie were made with delicate yet precise touches to bring a two-people imagination to life.

Two very similar yet so incredibly different people.

Harry Styles and Renleigh Kensington.

Although they led a married life with three children roaming the mansion situated outside of the capital city, their professional lives remained completely separate from that safe haven. That was a promise Harry and Renleigh made and took very seriously and valued above all else. Keeping boundaries meant a happy life for them and there was nothing in this world that was worth more than that. Given their constantly growing success through the businesses they owned and ran, they both needed that little time away from the craziness to recharge and come to realise while winding down that everything they did was for their little family. Most of the things got new meaning but it made sense with the path they were taking.

Perhaps that's why it took so long for the two of them to agree on working together.

Then again, the fact that both of them are incredibly stubborn and would rather take the fame and glory on all by themselves before sharing it with anyone else, also added to the delayed collaboration. Renleigh was upfront about this while Harry preferred to keep it to himself, feeling like he would've come off as a dick if he said it out loud. After all, he claimed to love her more than anything in this world but still would've preferred to bag the success all himself. That didn't make sense to him. Over time, he came clean about this because the feelings ate him up and Renleigh laughed before reassuring him that wanting something for only himself wasn't hurtful to her. She understood, maybe better than anyone else could've, and she even mentioned that it would've been strange if he didn't want something so selfishly for himself.

Now, though, they both seemed to be ready.

Or maybe they just wanted a huge cash grab.

Not that they needed it, with their bank accounts overflowing and their accountants not having enough time on their hands to sort their investments. But the couple was curious to see how it would be taken by the world and so they put their heads together. Bickering at times and arguing for hours on end, they somehow managed to agree on certain things. Those that remained problematic fell to the board members' hands, leaving them to suggest decisions, considering that everything had to be approved by the hot-headed bosses. Meanwhile these meetings were extremely stressful and at times so annoying that they considered just giving up the whole plan, they stuck it out. Getting to leave work in their separate cars, racing home to find a winner between the two, they ended the busy days with taking care of their babies then relaxing on the large couch with a bottle of red amidst soft chuckles and even softer kisses. Being there during those quiet nights made it all worth it.

The night before the event they got so incredibly drunk off of wine that they weren't sure how to walk up the stairs.

"I'm pretty sure someone added fifteen more steps here," Renleigh told her husband with eyes crossing and in a middle of a hiccup. The sound echoed in the hallway which made her slam her hand on her mouth, head spinning towards Harry who held tightly onto the wall.

"We're on the twenty fifth step, baby," he let her know before he took another step and said, "Twenty-six."

But there was no twenty sixth step.

And that made them lose it the following morning. Renleigh somehow remembered the random conversation between them and made sure to tell her husband he needed to recount the steps in their home. Given his new homework, Renleigh rounded up the tired bunch and fed the kids before they had to get ready for school. The show fell on a Friday, which meant they had to be dropped off, but the parents did everything to push the launch as far back in the afternoon as they could, just so their babies could be present.

"Mama?" Leila Grace called for Renleigh in between her bites of cereal. The little girl fell in love with the crunchy breakfast the moment she learned to chew and eat all by herself. Harry would often catch her munching on dry pieces while watching the TV in the living room which kept her a little too full sometimes. They had to proceed to keep the cereal a shelf higher in the pantry so the Little Miss couldn't reach it and snack away before her dinner.

"Yes, my love?" she asked back while taking a bite of her own breakfast before switching spoons and feeding Everett herself. Even though her smallest boy turned five this year, he still had his moments in the morning where he refused to eat. Renleigh never let them leave for school without eating first and so, she took it upon herself to feed her son.

"Why do we have to go to school?"

"What do you mean, babe?" she wondered.

"Well, you and Papa made those pretty clothes so you said we can go see them together. But how if I'm at school?" she sighed while putting her spoon back in the bowl to hold her face up, elbows propped on the kitchen table.

"Oh," Renleigh chuckled while drinking her coffee. After all these years, she remained loyal to iced coffee. Not even being married to Harry could switch her over to hot. "Me and your dad made sure it's in the afternoon so you guys won't miss it."

"Can I wear my new shoes?" Alexander questioned as he finally looked up from his porridge. The spoon hit the side of the bowl and he pushed it away from him on the table, lifting his arms on top to cross his fingers, palms flat against the top. Alexander was very quiet in the mornings because no matter how much he slept, he constantly felt tired and slightly moody to be awakened from his most comfortable sleep. "Actually, can I pick my own outfit, Mama?"

"Of course, you can, babe!" Renleigh said excitedly. The fact that her babies were so free so young—Leila Grace being ten while Alexander would be turning nine that December—when it came to expressing themselves through their clothing, made her extremely happy. There were a couple of weak moments where she felt her kids might end up despising her job with how much time she had to sacrifice, but they happened to love it as much as she did. Perhaps involving them in everything from the get-go helped to achieve this.

"Pick my own outfit babe," Everett repeated what he heard and made himself laugh so much that his head buckled back, hitting the chair he sat on. Everyone in the kitchen erupted in giggles which resulted in a widely grinning Harry coming through the door.

Before he had the chance to say much, both of his oldest kids shot up from their seat while chanting, "Papa!" and running at him for a hug. Renleigh watched with a smile as her husband picked up both kids at the same time and kissed all over their cheeks then went back to finishing her breakfast. Somehow, she knew that everyone was finished with their meals.

Plus, it was now Harry's turn to get them ready for school so she could get the kitchen together while she was there.

It was good to have a schedule, even at home. Considering that she woke the kids this morning, she was in charge of breakfast. That meant Harry would have to get them ready and drop them off at school. Regarding school, they decided on sending them to a private establishment in the end. They figured since they are in a very privileged position they may as well use it and give their kids the best possible life. Although the two of them attended public schools and turned out completely fine, they agreed it was all or nothing for the babies.

"Alright, everyone—chop-chop! We're a little behind on time," Harry spoke as they walked down the stairs, all of them together, laughing and ready for school. Getting them dressed in the morning was fun for Harry, he made it feel like a little fashion show and all three of his kids were all over the idea. Rounding the corner, Leila and Alexander were the first to reach Renleigh and even before Harry could've said, "Say bye to Mama as quickly but as lovingly as possible then fly straight out the door," they were engulfing the woman in a bone crushing hug.

"Phones charged?" she asked them with one hand on each kids' neck, softly caressing their cheeks with her thumbs. LG and Alexander both nodded and muttered 'Yes's' to their mother who happily grinned before kissing them on the forehead. "Have a wonderful day, you hear me? And I know it's Friday and we have a very exciting event coming up later but you gotta pay attention in class. Am I clear?"

"Mm-hmm," Alexander hummed while Leila nodded reassuringly. Renleigh didn't doubt they would listen carefully and do their work but it made her feel strangely happy to say all that mum stuff to them. Being a little strict on them didn't seem to hurt, rather encourage them because disappointing their Mama was the last thing they wanted.

Spending a second longer to say goodbye to Everett, Harry stood by until he was kissed goodbye. Not that the man stopped at one kiss—no. He needed about five of them before his kids shouted at him because he was making them even later than they already were.

//

The afternoon came and so did the nerves. Both Harry and Renleigh were feeling the sweat come on, the churning of their stomach and the tightness of their throat. While their kids were at school, they had many errands to run which didn't leave much time to think of what was going to happen later on. Once they picked the kids up, got them showered and dressed, though, they felt it all. Creeping up on their backs and clinging to their drumming hearts, praying on their failure.

"This is worse than doing a launch on my own," Harry shared with his wife while he looped his silk tie into a little bow. He wore an entire black outfit, satin with a white lacey shirt. "I've already been to the toilet two times and I still feel like I need it."

Renleigh laughed as she clasped her necklace on. The movement of her arms caused her blazer to slide up slightly which she quickly adjusted with a tug and she sighed.

"The whole world will be watching," she mentioned as a matter of fact. Taking things a little further, they agreed to a world-wide broadcast. The words made Harry's body tense up, inhaling sharply as he put on the dramatic reaction. Renleigh glanced over at him with a growing grin on her face then let it spread once she realised, he was smiling the same. Then she finished her sentence, "So you better get it together, partner."

"Is that what you said to Zayn all those years ago?" he questioned.

"Along those lines, yeah," she hummed. "You know my company is everything to me."

"What does that make me, then?" he teased.

"Out there?" she questioned. Harry breathed a little 'aha' so she said, "A potential liability."

Harry gasped. "Ouch!"

"What? It's true," she shrugged, turning towards him. Harry enjoyed the way she stared him up and down, drooling over him in that moment like no one else mattered or existed, for that matter. "Plus, I'm the same for you, out there, aren't I?"

"Even if you are, Renleigh Styles, I would never say that to you," he responded as he eventually turned to face his wife.

Linking her arm around his neck, she stepped closer as she asked, "But?"

"But," Harry started with his hands on her waist, pulling her to him until he could interlock his fingers comfortably. "Renleigh Kensington should know that while we're partners for this collection, we'll forever remain rivals."

"Uouuh," Renleigh tilted her chin upwards, finding his comment amusing. "Is that so?"

"That is so," he nodded, smirking at her. "I might put it into writing."

"Yes, that sounds very professional, Mr Styles," Ren told him with a put-on seriousness that he couldn't take anymore and ended up laughing. The sound made the woman smile and lean in to peck him on the lips a few times. "I quite like that you draw lines between personal and professional matters."

"Better that way, isn't it? Can't have all these emotional flings attaching themselves to me."

"Oh, so cruel, Sir," she drew her eyebrows in, glancing at Harry with a thoughtful look in her eyes. That was until the time on her watch caught her eyes and she said, "I'm afraid we'll have to cut this short. We have some clothes to showcase."

"We most certainly do," he sighed, letting go of Renleigh slowly and only to catch her hands and intertwine their fingers. Harry took a moment to let his eyes wander and soak in the beauty that happened to be his wife. However did he get so lucky? He questioned it every day and thirteen years later, he remained without an answer. "God damn it, baby. You look incredible in this... I mean—wow," he chuckled while stepping back. Dressed in complete white, the wide legged trousers she wore sinched in her waist perfectly and the way she buttoned her blazer over her front also accentuated her shape. "Do I even want to know if there's anything beneath this?" he asked while he hooked his index finger in the material of her blazer and tugged it towards him gently.

"Oi!" she swatted him away with a playful threatening look on her face. "That's for me to know and you to find out later."

"Mmmm, I certainly like the sound of that," he commented while standing behind his wife, hands trapped between their bodies as he grasped her bum, the touch making her jump as she didn't expect it. "All those squats with me are working, aren't they?"

"Hands off before you leave a mark," she warned and almost like he touched fire, his hands flew up into the air as though he'd done nothing. "But yes. They seem to be doing something."

"Very good," he mumbled, kissing into the crook of her neck and with that, he could smell the familiarity of her perfume mixing in with his and their clothes. Renleigh sighed as his lips caressed her skin ever so delicately. She felt her eyes closing in satisfaction, lips parting with a soft sigh as Harry breathed, "I'll check on the kids."

Not that it was necessary. When Harry walked over to their bedrooms, he found them empty. The sight left him breathless and wondering where they could've gone. Even though the house sometimes felt like a never-ending labyrinth, he believed he knew it much better than when they first moved in—and yes, even though he had a hand in planning every inch of the place he still had some trouble roaming around with how used to he was living in his old house—and was used to it. After he was done with his rounds upstairs, he proceeded to head downstairs. Thankfully, the sound of the TV and the soft little chuckles that came along with it helped his heart calm down. Sitting on the couch were his babies with Leila Grace in charge of polishing up the boys. Harry watched as she tied Everett's shoes and adjusted the white collar of his hoodie. When she found it to be as good as it could get, she moved over to Alexander who waved her off at first then allowed his sister to mess with his collar, too.

"Papa, help me!" Leila Grace turned to Harry who felt thrown off because she caught him. Harry thought he was being sneaky and could get away with spying on his babies. He was wrong. Nothing could get past Leila. That very much reminded him of his wife. "My bow fell apart and Alexander can't tie it nicely like you can. Please," she said hurriedly as she stood before Harry, her back facing him so he could crouch down and fix it up for her.

"There we go, princess," he said as soon as he folded the strands into a neat bow and folded them down gently. Leila wasted no time to twirl towards him and throw her arms around his neck, pulling her father into a hug. Standing up with her in his arms, Harry moved the sleeves of her pretty mustard coloured dress so they flared out the right way. "Are you excited?"

"Sooo excited!" she grinned and brought her hands together to clap. Harry swooned over her reaction so much that for a moment he could entirely forget about the nerves wrecking his insides. "Is Uncle Zayn coming?"

"I believe he is, yes," Harry nodded.

"Yay! I miss him," she told him with a little pout and Harry couldn't not kiss her and give her a little cuddle. That was his baby. His first every little baby. Teeny-tiny. Already ten years old. He couldn't believe how fast she was growing.

"Who are we missing?" came the question from the hallway then the clicking of heels and before anyone had the chance to wonder who that could've been, Renleigh walked into the living room. She held her large fedora hat in one hand and a little bag in the other. They both matched her outfit in colour. In fact, her entire look went well with Everett's, who also wore a white outfit, and it contrasted Harry's and Alexander's perfectly who were in black. Leila being the only pop of colour between the five of them in her bright dress.

"We're just talking about Zayn," Harry said. "He's coming, isn't he?"

"Yes, they all are," Ren confirmed. "So, are we ready to go?"

But of course, they were not. According to the man of the house, they had to take a photo before leaving. It sort of became a tradition for them to pose before any event—professional appearances like tonight or personal matters like a birthday party—so they could get it printed out and place in their newest photo album. Plus, Harry was adamant on getting a portrait painted of them to put in the house somewhere but he knew the kids would never stay still for long periods of time therefore he decided to be smart and give himself a lot of options to choose from. Working off of a picture will still create a painting but without the nuisance of having to keep the kids from crying when they reach that level.

Harry being the one to take the wheel, once they were on the road, Renleigh could feel the cold sweat layering on top of her skin and her stomach doing constant rounds of ups and downs. She even began grinding her teeth which wasn't new but it definitely didn't happen often. Renleigh supposed this had to do with the fact that it wasn't only her reputation on the line here but also Harry's. All the while she joked around about him being a liability, she knew very well that things could still go sideways on her end, too. Purely because she's been in the industry for years doesn't mean that people stop praying on her downfall or looking for mistakes she could've missed. If anything, that meant she was under even more scrutiny and while she could manage for the most part, she's never done this before. She's never collaborated on something so huge with someone like Harry. There was a lot riding on this. Anything that would be pointed out would affect the both of them and she truly had no idea how she was going to deal with tainting her husband's business and reputation.

This moment of weakness on her end tasted bitter. It wasn't quite unfamiliar as she had been through self-doubt many a times before. She swallowed it time and time again so that's what she did before this show. Or aimed to accomplish. After all, there was no reason for her to feel like this won't work out. Harry had a loyal customer base. Renleigh had a loyal customer base. Combining the two would push the sales through the roof. Letting those negative thoughts cloud her otherwise very positive outlook on the project was a bad decision. She couldn't focus on it longer than the ride to the location.

There were quite a few photographers outside, waiting on guests' arrival. Harry drove around the building and parked in the back with the intent of getting his little family inside as fast as possible. Meanwhile he helped Everett Reid out of his car seat, Leila and Alexander attached themselves to Renleigh, holding her hand tightly as they walked through the building. It was swarming with people backstage from the sound engineer and technical assistants to the director of hair and makeup along with the many hairdressers and makeup artists. Considering the size of the production, it was necessary to have enough hands-on deck or else the models would've been left to fend for themselves and that wasn't their job. Their job was to enjoy the clothes and walk the catwalk in order to bring Harry and Renleigh's vision to life.

The otherwise very out-going Styles children seemed to be completely taken aback by the scenes around them. Obviously, this wasn't their first fashion show but it was their first time attending one held by both of their parents at the same time. Everything seemed to have doubled for them and it was clearly a lot to take in at first. While the parents sorted a couple of last-minute things backstage, the three of them were left with Charlotte and Jamie, who used to be Harry's assistants. Over the course of their career at the company, they both achieved a lot. Charlotte has become his first point of contact and sole Executive Assistant, while Jamie took on the role of overall shop manager across all branches. So, needless to say, they were practically family. The kids loved hanging out with them when they had the chance, often times they would come to parties held by the Styles and overall, they were great with kids which is why Harry and Renleigh had no issue leaving them to supervise.

"I can't believe this is happening," Renleigh mumbled as the two of them walked past the models sitting in makeup chairs. She felt Harry gripping her hand then loosening his touch, only to repeat the cycle over and over again. Assuming that he completely zoned out, Ren decided to stop and that caught his attention.

"Are you alright?" he wondered, glancing from one eye to the other, worried yet prepared to change the world if needed. Renleigh was now sure he got lost in his own little world, much too overwhelmed by the reality of what was happening around them.

"Are you?" she asked him while stepping to the side so they were out of the way. There was no quiet area with how close to show time it was but somehow, as they stood face to face and toe to toe, it felt as intimate as it could get.

Harry didn't answer at first. He watched her face as he thought of a response. How could he have put his feelings into words, though? For the most part, talking was his forte but in that moment, knowing what was happening, he felt like he couldn't do it.

"I thought about this for a very long time so it's kind of hard to process," he chose to say and leaned against the closed door comfortably. Renleigh couldn't keep her eyes off of him then or at any point during the day. The way he held himself up in front of her seemed so effortless and sexy and she desperately wished they were alone.

Quickly recomposing herself as she realised how inappropriate she was being, she said, "It most certainly has been a very long time since it even came up as an option between us so I understand how overwhelming this is."

"Yeah," he nodded and reached forward to take her hand. Harry started rubbing his thumb over her knuckles gently.

"What I'm trying to think about right now is the kids, you know?" she told him in hopes of making him smile—and as if on cue, he did. Seeing the expression on his face, Renleigh thought she fell in love with him all over again, right then and there. Somehow, whenever the kids were mentioned, Harry began shining and Renleigh could spot it immediately. It made her heart flutter and her body chill with a feeling she couldn't explain. She simply knew she loved it. "They have been so looking forward to this because it's always either you or me up on stage but never together. I was thinking we could walk with them. What do you reckon?"

"You'd want that?" he asked, eyes lighting up brightly. The idea of it made his heart do cartwheels back and forth.

"If you're okay with it, yes."

"If I'm okay with it?" Harry laughed and it made his wife smile happily. "I can't think of anything better than that. I mean, I know we agreed on keeping them out of the media attention as much as possible but I don't want to take cool experiences like today away from them, either."

"Exactly," she nodded. "Just because we allow them on stage once, doesn't mean we'll put them out to the media or anything of the sort. We can control it in here—it starts when we say it starts and it ends when we end it."

And it sounded perfect.

Boundaries. Boundaries. Boundaries.

It was so important for them. Knowing how Harry grew up in the spotlight, he wanted none of that for his babies. Looking back on his past, he felt he was stripped of a sense of privacy he will never be able to get back, no matter how conscious he is of the way he lives his life now. Getting to raise three kids of his own, Harry felt like fate presented him with an opportunity to do the right thing—to do what his parents failed to do for him.

The day Leila Grace was born he promised her he would do everything in his power to give her the most comfortable life possible and love her no matter what.

The day Alexander Oliver was born he promised him he would do everything in his power to give him the most comfortable life possible and love him no matter what.

The day Everett Reid was born he promised him he would do everything in his power to give him the most comfortable life possible and love him no matter what.

Having someone like Renleigh in his life meant that he could lean on someone and make this vision reality. Having someone like Renleigh in his life meant that everything would be fine so long as they have each other through everything.

That, sometimes meant involving their babies in Mama and Papa responsibilities like getting on a stage and saying thank you to all those who came to the collection launch.

"Firstly, we'd like to thank you all for coming," Harry began his speech once he walked out with Renleigh by his side. The kids were seated front row with the Malik family on one side and Brandon's family the next. Harry glanced at his beaming wife and his lips immediately curled into a wide, happy grin. Wishing he could've reached for her hand and give it a squeeze, he decided to turn back forward and continue talking. "The collection launched today, a collaboration between STYLES and Kensington and Co., speaks for itself. While the bright colours and intricate designs told a story, they unfortunately left the most interesting part out—the history," as the words left his mouth, he could tell the crowd found it amusing. Some smiled, some chuckled softly. "It's been thirteen years since I first had the chance to properly meet Renleigh but it's been even longer since I began admiring her work. Our rivalry as professionals over the past decade led us to this moment today. A very surprising yet expected moment, in my opinion."

As Harry spoke, Renleigh felt her heart drumming in her chest and she suspected it would tear through her chest and flop itself on the stage before her. Everything that left her husband's mouth came as a shock to her. Harry failed to utter a word about this speech of his. In fact, as far as she knew, they were only going to get on stage, thank the audience for coming then call their babies up on stage and wave at everyone before disappearing to the back and leaving. All of this was throwing Ren off completely. If she wasn't already married to Harry, she would've thought he was going to pull one of his crazy moments and propose to her.

"It is not every day that one gets to work with someone they look up to and pick their brain about something they're interested in," Harry continued and Renleigh was back to reality. "I have been very lucky to have the chance to work with Renleigh on this collection. Getting to put our ideas onto a moodboard to discuss it in meetings then proceed to bringing it to life and finally seeing that vision play out the way it did this afternoon is simply inexplainable. What you have all seen today has most definitely been a personal favourite of mine and I will forever cherish this opportunity," he concluded, even though he felt like his mouth would never stop running. In all honesty, Harry had no idea what to say, he just knew he had to say something. If he didn't, he was afraid the entire evening would come to a sudden end and he'd wake up in his bed without it all ever happening.

He couldn't have that.

He waited way too long for this moment and he needed to live it for as long as it was possible.

While the audience gave him a round of applause, he turned to glance at Renleigh. Although he didn't expect her to be so gobsmacked, she was. And in all honesty, the sight caused him to smirk and feel proud of himself for leaving his wife so speechless. It seemed to be a good kind of speechlessness so he was fine with it. To put her on the spot even more, he questioned:

"Anything to add, Ren?"

Without words, he could tell she was cursing him out in her mind. And she was. And it took every single cell in her body to keep herself from actually letting the words fall. Instead, she grinned with an evil, threatening yet still playful look in her gorgeous brown eyes, and cleared her throat.

"Personally, I never found it to be necessary to explain my designs," she began and the crowd immediately quieted down. Her voice carried through the room and it sent chills down her spine. Renleigh was the centre of attention. "The way I create and the outcome always speaks for me which is how I viewed fashion from the moment I figured I'd be in it for life," she spoke then realised that was not the entire truth. Quickly, she added, "In fact, from the second I started, I did so with the intent of using it as my platform to free myself and hopefully, give others a chance to free themselves. Fashion—clothes in general... It's all a form of expression and a way of putting one's true, authentic self out there. Perhaps that's why the thought of over-explaining certain aspects of what I do, feels wrong."

Did I say too much already?

Renleigh's thoughts were starting to creep in and make her want to wrap it all up. She never once did a speech at the end of any of her shows. She'd walk out at the end and bow and say a couple of thank you's but that was as far as she went. Explaining her work made her feel rather uncomfortable. Granted, some people assumed it meant she thought herself to be better than everyone else but that was not it. She simply found it to be unnecessary. Clothes are clothes. They have power when they are worn, not when they are described.

"Working on this collection with Harry was freeing in the sense that I could explore someone else's mind, someone else's ideas, someone else's visions," she continued because her thoughts carried way too much power for them to be swallowed down. "Contrary to popular belief, we have not worked together on anything before this and we rarely, if ever, discuss work matters in our free time. Our businesses are entirely separate and—although it is not clear to tell at first—very much different. Getting to peek into what his territory looked like gave me a lot of ideas and it motivated me heavily to push my best ideas forward. This has been a rather eye opening and exciting project to work on and seeing it all come to life with the help of all the models, makeup artists, hair dressers, sound and light engineers here today, and last but most certainly not least, everyone behind the scenes from my end and Harry's end, has just been brilliant."

It turned out, Renleigh wasn't the only one to fall in love for the millionth time that day. Harry felt his heart leap out of his chest as he listened carefully to the words of his wife. He thought she was extremely well-spoken and that didn't come as a surprise to him. Harry knew from the start that she had a wonderful way with words. Yet as he stood beside her on the stage, he felt completely mesmerised by the way her brain worked and the way she managed to make him feel.

That and noticing that she already invited Leila, Alexander and Everett onto the stage, made him feel like he won. He well and truly won. His life couldn't get any better than that, can it? How could it?

He married the love of his life. He was a father to three of the most beautiful, loving and funny children. He had a multi-million-pound company that he grew and nurtured from practically nothing. And now he had an entire collection with his wife.

Suddenly, everything made sense to him. Every mistake he ever made. Ever thought he ever doubted. Every decision he confirmed. All of those things led him here. All of those things gave him what he had. All of those things were worth it.

As he picked his youngest son up in his arms, he couldn't not smile. He whispered to him to find his uncles in the crowd and wave at them because Harry knew Everett was a little shy. "There we go," he chuckled when his son started enjoying the moment then he looked at his daughter and eldest son, watching them as they decided to do a little walk on stage. Harry and Renleigh looked at each other then and laughed, loving the way their kids embodied the moment. When they turned at the end, the crowd clapped for them and Brandon, Mason and Zayn were the loudest as they whistled from the audience, cheering the kids on.

Then the lights cut off as the music started playing and Harry took that as his chance to steal a kiss from his wife. He couldn't wait a second longer. He didn't want to wait a second longer.

"I love you so fucking much," he told her without barely moving his face back, lips completely melted together. There were millions of emotions flickering through his eyes and even though Renleigh couldn't see them perfectly, she knew they were there.

"I love you more," she chuckled as he cut her off by kissing her again.

Somewhere in the passionate kiss, he made sure to say, "That's not possible," but Ren couldn't be sure he heard him right. The crowd moving was too loud and Everett was still in his dad's arms. And if there was one thing Everett did not like was his parents kissing. But that just made them laugh and shower him in kisses instead.