Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Epilogue: Greetings From Paris

Author's Note: Well, this is the end *weeps* I really enjoyed writing this story. I want to thank everyone, again, for those who read, commented, and voted - and to those who might do so later on. If you haven't already, check out my Larry AU story. It's called "Who Is Harry?" It's not complete yet, but I have few chapters up. Anyways, here's the Epilogue. Thought I would put it in Zayn's point of view, since he didn't get much recognition for like the second half of the story. Enjoy! :)

Zayn's Point Of View.

2 Weeks Later.

It's been a long two months. Partially, it was hell, with Harry being in the hospital and all. Then, he and Louis hit a bit of rocky road. Now, things are just peachy. I've spent the entire time on the sidelines, but to say I didn't care would be a lie. I've learned to let the lads work on their own issues, if it concerns one of us; however, when it comes to Modest!, or outsiders, we always band together. I'm happy for them and their relationships and I'll pretty much be the fifth wheel now, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Sometimes, you have to make sacrifices just to see the ones you love be happy; but, in the end, it all worked out in fate's favor.

I stood up from the couch - the flat was vacant today, besides me. Liam and Niall went out for lunch and Harry and Louis are still off in Paris, getting lost in their own worlds. They're returning, of course. I walked to the front door and opened, only to be greeted by the daylight and fresh, dew grass. I walked over to the mail box, then retrieved all of the items. Some of it was fan mail - probably placed in there by Paul - and one was a rather large, white envelope. I returned back inside the flat, then sat back on the couch. The fire place kept the place nice and cozy, cozy enough to get some well rest. I set the fan mail on the small dresser beside me, but held on to the larger envelope. On one side, it had Harry and Louis's name written in cursive and an appealing stamp from Paris. I chuckled to myself, then started to open the envelope. Right away, a post card fell out, followed by a picture. The post card read, "Greetings from Paris, from your favorite people." I picked up the picture and it was of Louis and Harry near the Eiffel Tower, smiling and doing funny poses. I see they're having a marvelous time. They definitely deserve all of it, plus more. I checked the remainder of the envelope and came across a neatly-folded paper. Without hesitation, I opened it up.

Dear Lads,

We would've wrote you guys sooner, but we got a bit caught up in our ventures. Louis said he would take full responsibility, but don't tell him I said so. We bought you guys a lot of souvenirs and weren't 100% sure about your likings, so we grabbed as much as we could. I know this vacation has been a bit extended, but we're coming back in two days exactly. Not a day less, not a day more. Zayn, if you're reading this, hang in there. You're probably going crazy with Liam and Niall running around, getting all hand-sy these days! We'll definitely have to invite you, next time, and it'll be even more a proper vacation. A few fans asked about you, as well as Niall and Liam, and we had no choice but to tell them exactly what it was - a couple's retreat. It felt great to get it out my system, to be honest. I know we're taking a big risk and should watch what we say, and do, but I guess I got a bit careless for once. I miss you and your facial hair. Louis says that he can't wait to touch it again. He's an odd lad, but that's okay. If it's Niall, or Liam, reading this, please, don't do anything that will scar Zayn for life. Niall told me all about you guys' intimate night. I suppose he shouldn't have really gone into detail. Had a bit trouble getting it out of my mind. We never got to say congrats on the matching tattoos, so congrats! We can't wait to come back and be whole again, as well as get back to work. It's been a while since we've done something as a group, so, when we get back, first thing on the list, skydiving! Aside from that, Paris is a wonderful place and we'll have to go together, sometime. Louis' been a bit emotional, saying he misses you guys; but, at the same time, he doesn't want to leave. He's not serious. You know how he likes to be dramatic. I'm probably rambling on, at this point. So, we love you and miss you all. Two days top, remember! You'll be graced by our beautiful faces then. Stay safe, call if you need anything...or anyone to talk to. Skype, maybe! We're still trying to figure out how to work it 100%. Anyways, we're headed out on a date. See you soon.

Love,

Harry&Lou.

I wiped the tears that poured down my cheeks, then laughed at my dramatizations. Who knew I would miss them this much? They're certainly growing up fast. This letter was unexpected, yet it would be enough to keep us going for the next two days. I placed the letter and the envelope aside on the table, in case Niall and Liam want to read it as well. Aforementioned, it's been rough. But it's been pleasant and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Imagine how things would have been if Harry didn't end up in the hospital, or if he didn't experience those Lucid dreams. I think it was a big eye opener for everyone and brought us a lot closer. Somewhere out there...there was an angel watching over us.