All My Life: A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Epilogue

The last chapter....

MADDIES POV

My breath was shaky as I sat in the bathroom.

This is it.

The purple stick was blank, and would continue to be for several more minutes.

So many things racing through my mind right now.

How would Harry take the news? What if I was pregnant? Would he be happy about it? Should I tell him today? What if he was upset? I don't want to ruin our day.

You are probably wondering what on Earth I'm talking about right now.

Or, you could have figured it out.

Today, I will become Mrs. Harry Styles.

My feet fidget as I wait another minute to discover my fate. Pregnant, or not?

My eyes squeeze shut and I try to steady my breathing. Alas, it's impossible.

Only thirty more seconds.

Yes, I am timing this.

Somebody knocks from the other side of the door.

"Maddie?" Emma. "How's it going?" Her voice is uneasy. Of course I had to tell someone what was going on.

"RING!"

The timer rang out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

My teeth bit down on my bottom lip, practically drawing blood. My eyes slowly drifted down to the little stick resting in my shaky hands.

A single, green line appeared on the stick.

That means... I'm not pregnant!

"Eeeee!!!!" I screamed.

Thank goodness! I mean I couldn't be pregnant before we even got married! What would people think?

"I'm coming in!" Emma yelled, then burst through the door.

We locked eyes, and my face took on a depressed look.

"What..." Her face looked extremely nervous.

"I'm... Not.... Pregnant!"

"Ahhhhh!" We grabbed each others arms and started bouncing up and down. Don't get me wrong, I want to have kids. Harry and I plan to have at least three. Later on.

"What's going on here?" Harry's adorable face peered into the tiny bathroom.

"Harry!" I screamed and pounced on him.

My legs wrapped around his waist and I hugged him until he couldn't breathe.

"Wow." He murmured. "Somebody is in a good mood.

"I love you." I whispered into his ear.

"I love you too, Mads."

"Sorry to interrupt your love fest.. But there is this rule.. Where the bride and groom can't see each other on the wedding day. So get the hell out, Styles!"

Harry set me down gently on the tile and stepped out of the room with his hands up defensively.

"Okay. Okay, bye love! I loooove you!" He called out as Emma shoved him out of the room.

"Time to get you ready!"

"Lets do it," I squealed.

Harry and my wedding was taking place in the Hotel Alamore is London. We had tons of people downstairs working in the garden to prep it for the wedding. It was a dream, exactly how I had imagined all my life.