14. Isn't She Lovely?

Here I was again, five years later, back in the hospital just like when I'd first held Benjamin. Except this time, I was here holding my new baby girl, Sophie. She had blue eyes like Niall's, and light blonde hair like mine. She looked nothing like her brother, but that was because they had two different fathers. Benjamin was a spitting image of his father, Harry Styles who had died not knowing I was pregnant. He had brown curly hair and green blue eyes, the same face and the same smile. He even had all of the girls in kindergarten all over him, like the girls had been all over Harry.

Niall sat beside me, gazing at our little girl.

"She's beautiful. She looks like you," he said quietly, reaching out to stroke her tiny pink face.

"Where's Benjamin? He'll want to meet his new baby sister." I said, looking around for him. He didn't exactly know the truth about his father, but he knew that a man named Harry Styles was his guardian angel. I'll tell him one day when he's older, but for now he can believe that Niall is his dad, because he is and always will be.

The little boy came running into the room, followed by a little blonde girl with melted chocolate eyes.

"Hey Lillian, where's your daddy?" asked Niall.

"He's right here," came a deep British accent as Liam walked into the room.

"She's lovely," he sighed, walking over and kissing Sophie softly on the forehead as not to wake her.

"Where are Lou and Zayn?" I asked, handing Sophie to Niall to show Benjamin.

"They'll be here in a few moments. Apparently Darcy was having some issues in Tesco, something about a new toy. And Zayn and Leah will be here shortly as well," he said, filling me in.

Lillian ran over to her father and he picked her up and sat her on his knees. Liam was an excellent father, but he was having a hard time getting over Danielle, who'd left him after Lillian's birth. He'd been devastated, and had no idea what to do with a fragile baby girl, so I'd often go over with Leah, Zayn's wife to help him.

Just as the thought occurred, Louis, his wife Clara and their daughter Darcy, Zayn and Leah walked in, holding flowers. Leah placed the flowers in a vase on one of the tables as they all walked over towards us to admire the new addition to the One Direction Family.

Things were going well, and I was feeling fine so the doctors decided to let me go two days early from the hospital, to go home. Niall, Benjamin, and now Sophie and I lived in a house in a town just outside of Holmes Chapel, so Benjamin could be near his grandparents and Harry's family. We enjoyed living there, though I knew Niall missed Ireland something terrible. We'd talked seriously about moving to Ireland so Niall could be near his family, but that was a few months away in the minimum. But for now, we were happy. And that's what Harry had wanted, right?

Every now and then I'd think I'd see a mass of curly dark hair and green blue eyes flash in a mirror, and I knew Harry was watching over me. Over us; my family. Or sometimes when I was alone I'd plug in my iPod and listen to their cd, and remember when they'd put on joke performances for me back when Harry and I were still dating. I'd remember the little things before his death, and I'd smile. And every single night before I put Benjamin and Sophie to bed I'd play them Harry's audition recording of Isn't She Lovely.

Niall knew a part of me still loved Harry, but he knew that I loved him with all of my heart as well. I knew he'd never forget it either. It's funny, how you can think that someone is 'the one', and then they disappear forever, and you find someone else. Maybe you don't feel like you did with the first person, but they make you happy. They make you smile, and you know you can be perfectly happy with that person for the rest of your life. But you'll still always have feelings for that one person, that one person who occupied your mind morning noon and night at one point of your life, and that's just the way it is. Harry was my first love, and people say that first loves are forever.

But right now I was glad I had someone to spend the rest of my life with. I was glad that I'd gone through what I had with Harry. I was glad that he'd been my first, and that Niall would by my forever. But i still ache inside whenever I see Benjamin doing something that Harry would do, like sing. He loved to sing, and he was good too. 'Just like his father' I'd tell him. Of course, he thought his father was Niall, but one day he'd figure it out. I couldn't wait for the day when Benjamin came up to me and asked me who Harry Styles was. And I'd tell him how great he was, how wonderful and how beautiful he was. And I'd tell him that he loved me, he really did, if Benjamin asked why he wasn't there. And I'd make sure that nothing ever happened to him, just in case a few years later he'd find a girl that he would fall head over heels with, and maybe start a family one day. Those were my plans for him. Now, for Sophie? But this was just the beginning.

The end.

There ya go… it's done! Did you guys know that when the boys are travelling on planes, they read fan fics? Man, I swear to god, if they ever read this I'd probably be so embarrassed. Plus… I'm not that madly in love with Harry's hair, I mean, yenno…

~Apollo122music