request: Could you maybe make a part 2 of perfect were y/n does find someone and Harry regrets not fighting for her and giving up. Maybe like a happy ending??
i’m so glad people liked “perfect” enough to want a part two, here it is i hope you guys like it x
(here’s part one in case you want to read it)
“Raine, stop messing in my flowers!” Gemma called out from the back porch, her and I laughing at how Raine quickly scampered away from the flower bed and started playing with a stick instead.
“I’m sorry, Gem. If he messed them up I’ll get you new ones.” I offered.
She waved me off. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). I’ve been slacking on taking care of them anyways, so if he did it’s totally fine. They’re probably almost dead anyways.”
We were on Gemma’s back porch, drinking tea and enjoying the unusually nice London weather, watching Raine play in the yard.
“It’s still blows my mind how fast he’s grown,” I shook my head slowly. “I swear I could pick him up, like, a couple weeks ago.”
Gemma chuckled. “That was two months ago, before you came here. Since you’ve been here, he’s been huge.”
I laughed too, then sighed. It got quiet, then Gemma spoke up after a while.
“How long has it been?” She asked me.
“We haven’t talked in months,” I told her. “It’s not like it matters, anyways.”
She looked at me. “Why doesn’t it?”
“Gem, I’ve moved on. I’m with Beau now.” I shrugged.
She sighed. “You told Harry you’d always love him. Loving him includes caring enough to check on him every once in a while.”
“I know, but do you really think it’s fair to Beau for me to always be checking up on my ex? Because I don’t think it is,” I countered.
We were interrupted when we heard someone come into the house. I turned to see Beau walking out towards us.
“Hey, babe,” I smiled as he leaned down kissed me.
“Hey, what are you guys up to?” He asked.
“Just waiting on Michal to come back with lunch.” Gemma answered.
“Ah, gotcha.” He said, sitting in the chair next to me.
I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers. “So, how’d the meeting go?”
“It went great,” He grinned. “We start filming the movie in a month.”
“That’s awesome, I’m so happy for you,” I returned his smile.
“Thanks, I can’t wait for you–”
Raine barked, looking at Beau expectingly.
“Ah, looks like Raine wants me to go play,” He chuckled, standing up and kissing my cheek. He ran over and kneeled down in front of Raine, and Raine all but tackled him onto the ground.
I couldn’t help but smile. Beau was so good with Raine, and he was such a sweet guy. We’d been together for almost half a year, and ever since we got together I’ve been very happy. At one point, I felt like Harry was the one for me. But now, I realize that Beau is. With him, I don’t have to worry if he’s going to go get drunk and cheat on me. He rarely drinks, and if he does he’s always with me. He’s open and honest, and he tells me everything he’s thinking. Harry kept things to himself most of the time, so when he had a lot on his mind I could tell, because he wouldn’t open up to me and would avoid talking too much.
I did feel bad about not talking to him in a while, but when you’re in a relationship, keeping tabs on your ex isn’t something you’re supposed to do. So I chose not to.
Gemma and I watched as Beau and Raine ran around the yard, chasing after each other, when I heard a voice I didn’t expect to hear at all.
“Gem?” Harry called from inside the house.
My eyes got wide as I looked at Gemma, her shrugging as if she was saying she didn’t expect him to come. Eventually he came out to the back porch, getting wide eyes as well when he saw me sitting there.
“Oh, (y/n), I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said awkwardly.
I laughed slightly. “Yeah, I could say the same thing to you.”
“Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?” Gemma questioned.
He shrugged. “Just coming by to visit,”
Beau and Raine ran onto the porch, Raine rubbing his face on Beau’s leg as if to tell him to pet him. Beau obliged.
Harry looked between them and I, a sad look appearing on his face.
“It’s nice to meet you man,” Beau held out his hand to him, “I’m Beau, Beau Mirchoff.”
Harry shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too. I see you’ve, uh, gotten close to Raine.”
Beau smiled, patting Raine’s head. “Yeah, you become really close in six months.”
Harry smiled at me sadly, messing with his hair. “Wow, six months…”
“Please don’t do this,” I pleaded.
Beau gave us a questioning look. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Harry, you told me to find someone better. Why are you acting surprised that I did?”
Harry chuckled sourly. “Ouch,”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t mean it as an insult.”
“Right,” He nodded.
“But she wasn’t wrong,” Beau spoke up, catching everyone’s attention.
Harry glared at him. “Excuse me?”
“I mean, technically I am better for (y/n).” Beau said firmly. “I’d never even dream of cheating on her like you did. And, if I remember correctly, she told me I make her the happiest she’s been in a long time, so.”
Harry chuckled smugly. “Really? Well, I made her happy for almost three years. And, quite frankly, I doubt you’ll be together a month or two from now.”
“How the hell would you know?” Beau glared. “I think we’ll be together for a very long time, considering I’m not an insecure, borderline alcoholic like you, who knows he’s not good enough for anyone, especially (y/n).”
“Enough!” I yelled. “Shut the hell up, both of you. Beau, you don’t have to stoop to his level, everyone knows you’re better than him anyway.” I stood up, walking over to hug Gemma. “I’m so sorry, we’ll have to do lunch another time, okay?”
“Alright,” She nodded.
“Beau, Raine, lets go,” I said, about to walk past Harry.
“So, you’re just going to treat me as if we don’t have past?” Harry questioned.
I looked at him. “Yes, Harry, because you insulted my boyfriend and our relationship just because you’re bitter and alone. And our past wasn’t exactly great, so I think you’d prefer me to treat you this way instead of based on that.”
And with that, we left.
Niall, Selena, Beau, and I arrived at Niall’s album release party, walking into the building as cameras flashed in our faces. I sighed in relief as we made it inside, Beau chuckling at me.
“You’ve been famous for how long now?” He teased.
I rolled my eyes. “You know just as well as we do that you never get used to it.”
We followed the bodyguards through the double doors and into the main room, seeing that it was filled to the brim with people already. And the room wasn’t small either. As we made our way through the crowd, people said their hellos to us. Selena, Beau and I stood off to the side of the stage, Niall going up after someone introduced him. Everyone applauded him as he did so, a big smile appearing on his face as he stepped up to the podium.
“First of all, I want to thank all of you for comin’,” Niall spoke into the microphone. “This is a big night for me, as this is when all of my hard work, as well as everyone who helped me’s hard work pays off. I, uh, I put my all into this album and I’m thrilled that everyone gets to finally hear it. This is a big change from what I’m used to. If this was a couple years ago, I’d have three other lads up here with me. Who are all here, by the way.”
Everyone laughed, except for me. My heart dropped knowing that Harry was here. The last time I saw him didn’t end so well, and I didn’t want to run into him and risk ruining Niall’s big night because Harry and Beau might get into another argument.
We would just have to avoid him.
“But tonight, I stand up here on my own. And though it’ll still take some getting used to for me, I think it’s a good thing. I may miss being a part of something that was bigger than just the four or five of us, but now I’m ready to be a part of something bigger than myself. And, to quote a much younger me that had no idea what the next years would have in store, I hope it all works out. Thank you.”
Everyone applauded Niall, many of whom had wiped away a tear or two. I almost cried myself, being so proud of him and how far he had come, and how far he’d go.
He got down from the stage, hugging each of us. “I’m so glad I got to have you guys here with me for this.”
“We are so proud of you, you have no idea.” Selena teared up as she hugged him again.
Niall laughed as he pulled away. “No more cryin’, we’re supposed to be celebratin’.”
We all got drinks, Niall and Selena going off to mingle with people.
“So, what do we do if your ex tries to start shit with us?” Beau asked me.
I exhaled. “He can’t start shit with us if we avoid him.”
“You have a fair point,” He chuckled, kissing my head.
As if on cue, the one person we didn’t want to see walked up to us.
“Hey,” Harry said awkwardly.
“Look, we’re not going to let anything ruin Niall’s night. So just back off, alright?” Beau warned.
Harry put his hands up in defense. “I don’t want tonight to get ruined either. I was just going to ask if I could talk to (y/n). Alone.”
I looked at him in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Do you really think I’m going to let you talk to my girlfriend alone after how things went the last time?” Beau said incredulously. “Absolutely not,”
Harry sighed. “Just hear me out… I just feel an apology is due.”
“More like way overdue,” I muttered.
He gestured to me. “Very true,”
Beau hesitated, then rolled his eyes as he sighed. “Fine, whatever. But I’m keeping an eye on you, you got it?”
Harry put his hands back up. “I got it, mate.”
I followed Harry as he walked to the bar, both of us sitting on stools.
“Like I said, I owe you an apology,” Harry started. “I shouldn’t have started anything with Beau last time, and I’m sorry that I did. I’m also sorry for being bitter and not seeing how much better he is for you than I was. You look so happy with him, and I did tell you to find someone better, so I was out of line for doing what I did. But I couldn’t help but feel jealous and angry… because all I could think of is how you wanted me to fight for you, and I didn’t. And now that you’ve moved on, it’s too late. I’ve lost you, and all I can do is just hope that no one will ever break your heart the way I did. …So, yeah, I apologize. To both of you.”
I sighed. “I accept your apology. But, I also apologize. I shouldn’t have let Beau call you names or have treated you the way I did. I should’ve been checking up on you, not ignoring you and avoiding you. No matter what, I’ll always care about you, so I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us.”
“It’s fine,” He assured me. “You don’t have to apologize for that, I brought that onto myself. And I don’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with me. Besides, he was right.”
I gave him a confused look. “Right about what?”
“I was a ‘borderline alcoholic’.” He air quoted.
I gasped. “You were not.”
“I was,” He nodded. “I actually went to rehab for a bit after you left, though no one knows about it except my family and now you. I’d been drinking a lot behind your back when we were together, I hid it from you because I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to see just how much I didn’t deserve you, but in the end, I showed my true colors anyways.”
I looked at him for a bit. “I honestly had no idea. I’m so sorry, if I knew I could’ve helped or someth–”
“Forget it,” He waved me off. “You could’ve have helped me, (y/n). I needed a wake up call, so you leaving me was exactly what I needed in a sad, ironic way.”
“Yeah, I guess so…” I trailed off.
He smiled at me. “I’ve actually been sober since a month after you left.”
I smiled back. “That’s great, Harry.”
He nodded, sighing. “You should probably get back to your boyfriend. If I keep you any longer he might think something’s up.”
I laughed. “I never thought I’d ever hear you say that.”
“Neither did I, to be quite honest.” He chuckled. I got up from my stool, and he stayed put. “Tell Raine I said hi, alright?”
I gave him a look. “You know that you can come by and see him anytime, right?”
“I don’t know your address, so.” He said expectingly.
I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh. “I’ll text it to you,”
He gasped dramatically. “You still have my number?”
“Oh, cut the shit,” I smacked his arm playfully.
“Hey, uh, one more thing,” He said.
“Yes?” I urged.
“Promise me you won’t write a song about me? I already have enough of those, as you know.” He smirked.
I groaned jokingly. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not writing anything about you.”
“Good,” He nodded.
I walked away, Beau coming up to me and putting his arm around me protectively, kissing my head as he looked at Harry. He just laughed, turning back around to the bar and ordering a water.
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Harry is pictured leaving the London Loves LA offices in London wearing a jean jacket and carrying a bag of clothes.
11 February 2013
Louis is pictured outside rehearsals for the Take Me Home Tour wearing the jacket Harry picked up in London.
14 February 2013
Louis wears the jacket again.
15 February 2013
Louis wears the jacket again.
20 February 2013
He wore it to the Brits and again leaving the after party with Eleanor looking a little small and sad.
25 February 2013
Louis wore it again on the 25th.
Take Me Home Tour
Harry is seen here possibly holding the jacket backstage on a UK date of the Take Me Home Tour in Spring 2013.
12 December 2013
Louis wears the jacket at a promo appearance on the X Factor in Milan, Italy.
21 December 2013
Louis wears the jacket during their video shoot for “Midnight Memories” in London.
Harry is seen at rehearsals for the Where We Are Tour in London, possibly holding the jacket and putting it in a car.
1 January 2017
Louis posts a selfie on Instagram in the jacket.
So, 3 years after we definitively saw the jacket, Louis wore it and posted a selfie of himself in it on Instagram. I think it was one of those things Louis latched onto during a particularly rough time post-Haylor and as things began to spiral quickly out of their control in early 2013. One small act of rebellion that surfaced again and again over 2013, and now again, at the beginning of 2017. Don’t get me wrong…I think he genuinely likes the jacket. It’s well-worn and loved. It’s just sweet to me that he still has it and that it resurfaces when he’s in England/London for longer periods of time (2013, early 2014 and now).