~2 months later~
When the alarm went off, you were quick to turn it off. Today was the day you would finally be reunited with your husband.
The five month deployment had probably been the worst one yet, because as excited as you were for Harry to come back home, there had been something concerning in his last letter.
'... I'm just worried you won't love me the same way when I get home... or even at all...'
Why wouldn't you love him any more? As hard as you searched your mind for a plausible answer, you simply could not find a single answer to your one main question.
You wanted to get up extra early so that you would be able to clean up the house and make it look all nice for him. By the time you were done, it was only 9:30 and his plane wasn't set to arrive until 12.
You would just have to wait out those long two and a half hours. It really felt like forever.
~3 hours later~
You had gotten a text from Harry half an hour ago and his plane had landed safe and sound. He was finally on his way home, for the last time.
Your heart was pounding from a mixture of anxiety and excitement and the only reason for the anxiety was because of the last letter. For the last month since receiving it, that was the question that had haunted your dreams and thoughts on a daily basis.
You were shaken from your thoughts when the loud sound of a car door slamming rang out. You stood up quickly, brushing off your jeans, your heart doing flips in your chest.
As you opened the door, you were greeted with a man that definitely wasn't your husband and the smile quickly faded from your face.
"Hello?" you asked, confused at the situation.
"Ah, Mrs. Styles. It's lovely to make your acquaintance," the uniformed officer smiled politely. "Don't be alarmed, your husband just wanted someone to come to the door before him. He also wishes that you stay calm, and that you wait until you two are alone to ask any questions."
"Okay... why?" you quickly asked, looking over his shoulder.
The first thing you saw was the wheelchair. Your eyes glazed over as they travelled down his body, seeing the bandage wrapped around his knee where the rest of his lower leg was supposed to descend to the ground. But his leg ended at the knee. The bottom part was no more.
Pushing gently past the gentleman at the door, you went down the couple of steps, slowly approaching your husband. A tear fell down your cheek and Harry's smile vanished.
"Hi sweetheart..." he said softly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously.
"Harry," you breathed out, honestly not really caring about his leg, just absolutely grateful that he was home. You knelt next to his chair looking up at him, flashing a watery smile. "Baby, I'm so glad you're home." You grabbed the hand that was resting closest to you, bringing it towards your chest before leaning up to crash your lips on his like you had been wanting to do ever since he left.
Your husband pulled you into him the best he could, wrapping his arms tightly around you as much as he could with the restrictions of the chair.
The other men had quietly left, leaving you two to spend the alone time you so desperately needed.
Managing to get the chair up the shallow steps, you got him into the house and locked the door.
"Welcome home..." you said softly, rolling him into the living room and supporting him as he successfully manoeuvred out of the chair and onto the couch. The minute he was back in a familiar spot, he completely relaxed.
"I hate that thing..." he chuckled, looking up at you but you didn't reply. You couldn't take your eyes off of his slightly worn out face, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "(Y/N) c'mere... I need a proper hug and kiss.," he smiled, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his chest, kissing your lips with a deep passion before crushing you into his chest and holding onto you almost as tight as he could. You gripped on just as tight, nuzzling into his neck. "I missed you so much baby girl..."
"I'm so glad you're back..." you repeated from earlier, squeezing your eyes shut.
"I'm never leaving you alone again baby... one, because I can't," he stopped to let out a small chuckle. "And two, I can't and won't go another day without you... I'm back kitten, and I'm here to stay."
