Present day

Los Angeles

I'm currently sitting at my desk reading the invitation that Liam left me, over and over again. Casually going through every single possible scenario that could happen once I see Ava for the first time in over a year and a half.

It's been a couple of days since I sent that stupid fucking text message wishing her a happy birthday and I regretted it almost instantly. I didn't know if she still had the same phone number and a part of me wished she didn't after she text me back. Just like this invitation, I spent at least thirty minutes re reading the text she sent back, I wrote a reply but deleted it, then I wrote at least a hundred more after that but I decided not to send any of them.

There's no way I can get out of going to Liam's wedding, I'm the best man after all and there's no doubt in my mind Ava will be Skye's maid of honour so there isn't a chance I could avoid her the whole day.

It would be so much easier if I could avoid London altogether but no Liam has to go and get fucking married.

Who wants to get married anyway?

Me.

I sigh as I put the invite away in the draw, not even glancing at the small, black box that I've had for a while, thinking she would come back to me like she promised. I should have taken it back but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I still can't.

I guess I'm still holding on to that tiny thread of hope.

"Do you want to get married?" Ava asks, resting her head on my shoulder as we look out on to the open fields of Hyde Park. This is the third time we have come to visit her dads bench and i surprised her with a picnic just like she told me Malcolm used to do. I'll forever be grateful to her for showing me this place, for letting me so deep into her world, she thought I would find it silly but I loved it. I know how much this bench means to her and I love her even more for letting me be a part of it. It's just a worn out old bench to some, but to her it was everything.

"I do want to get married some day." I tell her kissing the top of her head as I run my fingers through her hair. "With kids too."

"How many?" She turns her head to look up at me, her fingertips playing with the loose thread of my ripped jeans. The quick graze of her fingertips on my knee is making my skin tingle. I love the way she makes me feel, just from one touch or one look.

"Maybe three. Three is a good number of kids. Two boys, one girl. Harold, Harriet and Harry jr." I joke and she playfully nudges me with her elbow before snuggling up even closer. "How about Zack, Darcie Ray and Malcolm?"

"Sounds perfect." She says pecking me on the nose."You're perfect." She declares, making me blush slightly.

"You are the perfect one. I can't wait to give you the world baby. You will forever be mine. You are my some day Ava Reign."

The ringing of my phone knocks me out of my thoughts and memories.

"What?" I hastily answer.

"Well hello to you too." The voice on the other end greets me.

"What do you want Lou?"

"It's our last night here man, wanna go for some goodbye drinks. We probably won't see you until Liam's wedding which is like 3 months away."

"Are you going to miss me Tommo?" I joke.

"Not as much as Niall he is crying right now." He says before the line becomes muffled. "Oww, if you touch me again I will knock you out, I might be little but I can pack a fucking hard punch." I hear Louis's mumbled voice in the background and it actually makes me laugh that he thinks he is the least bit threatening. "Sorry about that. Are you in?"

I don't want to sit here and think about Ava anymore. "Yeah I'm in. Text me the address and I'll meet you there in a hour."

"Cool, see you soon mate."

...

"Harry?"

"Yeah."

"Whose Ava?"

"What?" I say in confusion. What the fuck is she talking about? How does she even know her name?

"Well you're like buried deep inside of me right now and you called me Ava. I mean it's not far off Amy but it's a bit weird."

"When did I say that?"

"Literally 30 seconds ago. How fucking drunk are you?"

I knew I shouldn't have but i drank excessively when I met up with Niall and Louis. We always drink a lot but I wanted to drink away my feelings. There wasn't one moment in the night where I didn't have a drink in my hand, I was knocking them back like it was nothing, acting as if I was just drinking water. It was a good night though, I will miss the boys, when they leave tomorrow, we always have good fun together.

When I got back to my apartment I was drunk and needed to relieve some built up tension so I phoned Amy and an hour later, even though I'm a little sobered up, here we are tangled up in the sheets once again.

"I didn't say that. Maybe you are just hearing things I obviously said Amy."

"I can be Ava if you want me to be." She shrugs as I'm thrusting into her, trying to get this over and done with as quick as possible. "Heck, I can be Angelina Jolie if you like."

"No I don't want that. You can just be Ava it's fine..I mean Amy not Ava..Fuck." I sigh.

"Shall we just try this another time?" She asks and I nod in response. I don't think either of us are feeling it tonight. Or maybe she was and accidentally calling her Ava ruined the moment and I just cock blocked myself.

I pull out of her and roll over onto the mattress beside her. "I'm sorry it's just-" I begin before she cuts me off.

"Don't worry about it, it's cool. No need to explain yourself. Remember the rules? No talking about our lives." She reminds me, pulling a T-shirt over her head. "Unless you wanna talk about it." She picks up a cigarette from the bedside table, lights it up and inhales it deep in her lungs before blowing out the smoke. "Want some?"

"Pass."

"Suit yourself." She shrugs, removing the scrunched up sheets as she tries to get off the bed. I grab her by the wrist to stop her from leaving.

"Ava is my ex girlfriend." I begin to explain.

"Wow. Thought you were incapable of loving someone other than yourself." Amy jokes as she sits back against the headboard.

"Funny. I'll continue shall I?" I roll my eyes at her as I pull up the sheets to cover my naked body. "She's the only girl I've ever loved. Well still love. We broke up over a year ago and I can't seem to let go. She has another boyfriend. I only found that out the other day when Louis and Niall told me." I sigh, running my hands over my face. I don't even know why I'm telling her all of this. "She lives back home in London. She did come here for a couple of months but her mum fell ill and she left. She wouldn't let me come with her and she promised she would come back but she never did. After a failed attempt at a long distance relationship she broke up with me."

"Well that was a lot to take in, in a matter of seconds." She scoffs which makes me smile. "Why didn't you just fly back anyway?"

Good fucking question. Why didn't I?

"I don't know. I should have. She didn't want me to leave the writing team. I guess she wanted me to put my career first and maybe because I believed she would come back to me I didn't follow her."

I'm an idiot. I let the love of my fucking life leave. I should have gone after her. Now I feel like shit even more.

Thanks Amy.

"Go and win her back. I'm sure her new boyfriend has nothing on you. You're Harry fucking Styles." She laughs.

"Her new boyfriend is perfect for her." I groan, picking up a pillow and holding it over my face. I really want to scream into it but I won't. "Our best friends are getting married in 3 months and I'm going to see her." I take the pillow off my face and look up at Amy who is just staring back at me. "Come with me?"

I'm clearly not thinking straight.

"What? Are you feeling okay?" She asks placing her hand on my forehead checking for a fever.

"I'm being serious, come with me?"

"You only want me to come to make her jealous." She states and I can't deny the fact that's exactly what I want to do. "Sure. Free trip to London. I'll come." She says taking me by surprise. To be honest I didn't think she will actually agree to it.

"I'll ring Liam in the morning and tell him I'm bringing a plus one. No doubt he will ask me a million questions though."

This is either going to be the best idea I've ever had, or the worst.

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