Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Epilogue

I decided to give you all the epilogue too, since I have been horrible and not posted forever. I hope you like itt. xxx
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**Two Years Later**

Kendall’s POV:

     “Mummy! Mummy! Mummy! Wake up, wake up! It’s my birfday!” the sound of my beautiful angel woke me up from my slumber.

     I let out a small yawn as I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was my baby. My beautiful, as of today, two year old daughter. Her curly brown hair, sharp green eyes, and dimply smile made her look exactly like her father. She was sarcastic like me, but cheeky just like her dad. And for a two year old, that’s saying a lot. I looked next to me, seeing that my husband was still sound asleep. The twenty-one year old man next to me still looked like he was eighteen, not ageing a bit. His hair was still as curly as ever, and he still held his gorgeous looks. His green eyes were closed as his hair fell over them, steady breaths coming in and out of his mouth.

     I looked back at my daughter, Eliza, who was still grinning widely. I let out a laugh, tucking my arms under her armpits as I sat her on my chest. “Yes baby, it is!” I laugh, tickling her stomach as she let out a cute giggle. “Wake Daddy up,” I say, putting her in front of Harry.

     Eliza giggle as she started patting Harry’s cheek. When he mumbled and stirred a bit, she started tugging at his curls. “Daddy! Daddy, wake up!” Eliza exclaims.

     Instead of answering her, Harry hands suddenly reached up under Eliza, picking her up as she squealed. “I’m awake!” Harry shouts, laughing as he exposed his dimples. He rested Eliza on his bare chest as he smiled up at our daughter. “How’s my birthday girl doing?” he cooed.

     “Gwood,” she says in her baby voice. “I’m hungwy.”

     “Well,” I sit up, exposing my tank top. “Let’s make you some birthday pancakes.”

     Eliza cheered as she climbed off of Harry and got off the bed, patiently waiting for me. Climbing out of bed, I threw the duvet off of Harry as his bare chest was fully exposed and Calvin Klien boxers. Eliza let out a shriek and covered her green eyes with her small hands. “Ew, Daddy! Cover yourswelf!”

     Harry laughed and I picked up Eliza, resting her on my hips. “Come on, baby girl,” I tell her, “Let’s make you some breakfast.”

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     Harry had taken Eliza out to get her birthday cake and some balloons, and I was decorating our house. Harry, Eliza, and I still lived in his apartment here in London, but the guest room was turned into Eliza’s room. One Direction was still famous as ever, the fan girls growing up along with the boys. Their music and sounds matured, but their antics and behavior would say other wised. They are still those crazy five best friends. And I love each of them for not changing.

     For Eliza’s birthday, I started decorating the house. I had the food cooked for the party, and had purple and white streams hanging around the place. In the living room, there was a banner hanging up that read, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELIZA! YOU’RE 2 YEARS OLD NOW!” and had balloons printed on it too.

     Just as I finished decorating the place, I heard the front door open and a pair of heavy and a pair of light footsteps walk in. “Mummy! We’re home!” my daughter’s voice called.

     Wiping my hands on my skinny jeans, I walked into the view of my two most favorite people. I saw Harry carrying a birthday cake box in one of his large hands and a bouquet of balloons that said happy birthday and the number two on it. Chuckling, I walked up to him and took the cake from his hand, pecking him on the lips. “Love what you’ve done with the place,” he smirks, looking around.

     I laugh, walking into the kitchen as he follows me. “I try,” I say, setting the cake down on the kitchen counter. “Can you just tie the balloons around?” I ask him.

     “Sure,” he nods, and then walks out.

     A few minutes later, I hear someone knock on the door. Straightening my red V-neck shirt, I run a hand through my now long brown hair and walk towards the door. Yeah, I had died my hair back to it’s original color, since the red was sort of annoying me a bit. Opening the door, it revealed a grinning Eleanor and Louis, with El carrying their four month old son, Jake.

     “Hi guys!” I say, hugging each of them, and making sure not to squish Jake. “Come on in!”

     “Where’s my god daughter?!” Louis shouts, running into the house. Told you he was still childish.

     “He will just never grow, will he?” Eleanor laughs, walking in.

     We follow them into the living room and saw Louis spinning around a laughing Eliza, and Harry laughing. We all talked for a while, until everyone else started to arrive. Liam and Danielle arrived after Eleanor and Louis. The two of them had just married six months ago, and Danielle is now one month pregnant with their first child. After them was the arrival of Niall and Erin, who had just gotten married two months ago. Lastly, there was Zayn and Perrie. The two had been married for a year now, and had a beautiful baby boy who was a year old, and was named Cameron. It was like having the whole gang back together now.

     We all talked and laughed and ate, until it was time for the birthay cake. Harry had bought a chocolate cake with pink icing, Eliza’s favorite, and it said Happy Birthday Eliza on it with a number 2 candle on top of it. As everyone gathered around to cut it, Eliza took the knife and I put my hand on top of her’s to help her cut. “Daddy, put your hand too!” Eliza told Harry.

     Harry chuckled, but obliged as he put his fairly large hand on top of mine and Eliza’s. With everyone singing happy birthday, Harry, Eliza, and I cut the cake, laughing. Once everyone had a slice of cake on their plate, I put the other dirty dishes away. We all retreated to the couch, with Harry sitting next to me on the love seat as we watched Cameron and Eliza play in the middle of the living room, and then Eliza started opening her gifts.

     “I think we did a pretty good job, didn’t we?” Harry whispers in my ear, his green eyes watching Eliza as she screams enthusiastically when she sees that Danielle and Liam had gotten her a cute hat.

     I turn and look at Harry, smiling as his green eyes now bored into my brown ones. “Yeah, I think we did,” I say, before leaning in and pressing my lips against his.

     We were all complete.