Gotta Be You

This chapter covers a lot of material at a very fast speed. I just wanted to get to the fun stuff and not have to go through a series of repetition again. Forgive me but enjoy!

I stared at the prison, scared to go in because of the barbed wire. Were Francy and I dating now? I wasn't going to risk whatever we had. I had to go in for her. I couldn't believe she lived here. It's garbage.

My footsteps felt like metal on the ground. Every step they got heavier and my mind kept telling me to go back. But I didn't. I walked in with the most fear ever in a human.

As I reached the front, I came face to face with a police guard. 

"Why are you here, pretty boy? Shouldn't you be on a tour with your gang? What's their name? One Infection?" she asked.

"Actually, I'm here to pick up my girl fri---" I gulped, "I'm here to pick up my friend."

"Who?" she asked like I was crazy.

"Francy Evans," I answered.

"Ha! To get her out of here, it will cost you your life savings," she replied.

"Ok," I said.

"Your wish," she replied while unlocking the door. She held it open for me and I walked in. It was dark and criminals surrounded me. Their cells stunk and made me very nauseated.

"She's in cell 214!" the police guard yelled from behind me.

"Thanks," I answered. I stared at the numbers while trying to find 214. Finally, I reached it. There I saw Francy sitting in a corner while shadows surrounded her. She looked depressed and stared at the ground. Suddenly, she noticed me and hopped up.

"Oh Harry! You came for me!" Francy yelled while holding onto her cell bars.

"Yep and I'm getting you out," I answered. I soon paid the fines and Francy got out. We then clarified that we were dating again. Niall then got arrested after this whole court case went on and Francy and I were safe to live our lives again.

6 months later...

We sat on the canoe while being surrounded by water. We were in the middle of a huge lake. I looked back at shore and saw a bunch of fans screaming and yelling for me, wanting to jump into the water. I waved back and they freaked out even more. My bodyguards stopped them from coming close to us though, and that made this event even happier.

"So, we are going to have a picnic in the middle of a lake," Francy said.

"Yes," I answered while staring at the picnic basket.

"Works with me," Francy replied.

She slowly opened up the picnic basket and I stood up. Once the basket was completely open, she gasped.

I kneeled down on one knee and open a little blue box. It held two huge rings, one for me and one for her.

"Francy Evans, you are my rock. You are my shield. You are my sword," I started.

"Harry, stop naming me after weapons," she interrupted.

"Sorry. Anyway, you are beautiful and I love you from the moon and back. You truly are the love of my life and I don't know what I would do without you," I continued. I looked back at the fans. They were disappointed, knowing I would never be theirs now. I was just hoping Francy would say yes this time.

"You are lovely, creative and the most magnificient thing God has ever put in my sight. And for those reasons, Francy Evans, will you marry me?" I asked.

"Oh Harry," Francy grabbed the blue box, "Sure I will!"

I screamed inside knowing I was about to get married. And later that sunny March, we did. It was an awesome moment in our lives.

"Do you, Francy Evans, take Harry Styles to be your husband?" the priest asked.

"I do," Francy replied.

"Do you, Harry Styles, take Francy Evans to be your beautiful wife?" the priest asked.

"I do," I answered.

"You may kiss the bride!" the priest announced. Francy leaned in and so did I. The kiss was the most passionate kiss we have ever shared and I knew right then and there that Francy was now apart of my life. Later that March, Francy and I tried to have another baby. Francy got pregnant the 23rd of March. The due date of the baby was around Christmas, so we were very excited. Soon, Francy and I bought a house to let our child grow up in. It was a tannish color and two stories.

9 months later... (Christmas Day)

I was now 22 and Francy was 20. She was having her first baby at the age of 20. She didn't have any problem with it, so neither did I. After a bunch of sweat and pain, the baby was out and we found out it was a girl.

"What do you want to name her?' Francy asked me.

I couldn't say Dracy, even though I always wanted my daughter to be named that. I had to come up with something else.

"Samantha?" I answered.

"Oh! Don't play this game. I know you want your daughter to be named Darcy," Francy replied.

"How?" I asked, looking at the baby in Francy's arms.

"I have watched enough videos on YouTube," Francy answered.

"Oh," I replied.

"So, Darcy Styles," Francy started, "What about her middle name?"

On that day, Francy and I couldn't come up with a middle name, but by New Years, we declared it Emma. Darcy Emma Styles. That's a name to remember.