Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

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*Eleanor's P.O.V*

*two years later*

Today was the day. January 19. The day the boys come home from tour. They've been gone for seven months and the girls and I are going crazy. I've been counting the days since they left and it's marked on my calender in big blue letters.

I was nervous to finally see Louis again and my body showed it. My hands were shaking and I couldn't keep on my feet. I had been bouncing off the walls since the beginning of this week. My heart was pounding as I stood on the front porch next to Elizabeth. Aeron hasn't left her bedroom since the day the boys left for Ierland and she knows they come back today. Maybe she'd come out before they got here. The kids are with Harry and Niall's mom. Elizabeth and I dropped them off early this morning.

They've gotten so big. Annabelle's hair has gotten longer and curlier. Clarissa just turned two a few months ago. She's looking more and more like Nialler everyday. Her accent is a mix of New York and Irish. I think it's pretty cool. Next was my son Mark. He just turned 3 yesterday. He's starting to look like Zayn. I called him and he wished his son a happy birthday and we talked a bit before he had to go to a show. Zayn isn't a douche anymore. He's changed for the better for him and our child. Louis and I are still together, but it hurts him to know that we don't have a baby with each other. Zayn and Louis are friends, but they're not as close as they used to be. It's my fault they aren't, so I can't really get mad.

The weather in Wolverhampton is still a bit cold. I was wrapped in my black coat and Liz was in a blue one. Her appearence has changed. Her hair has gotten longer and she dyed it brown. It's a change, but it looks really good on her. She did it last year when Niall was going to see his older brother Greg. She shocked the hell out of him when he got back. He wasn't mad, but extremely happy. I knew this because their bed was hitting the wall while we were downstairs. It's like they have sex for everything.

Her eyes have somehow gotten lighter. They were already light as hell, so when they suddenly lightend it threw me off. She's gotten a bit taller and her skin tone got slightly darker. How she got tanner in Wolverhampton is beyond me. Her attitude hasn't changed. She's still loud, bubbly, and agressive. Some traits I didn't like at first, but they grew on me the longer she stayed around.

Aeron hasn't really changed. Her hair got longer and she got taller. That's about it. Attitude wise. A huge change. She's still agressive and rude, but only when she needs to be. She's started to admit when she's wrong as well. Her and Harry still make snarky sexual comments towards each other that lead to sex. It's actually quite funny to hear the comments. They're so clever and witty, especially when they have some sort of relevance to the current situation that would be going on.

They've been going to marriage counseling, so that's good. The actual only bad thing is that they don't have as much sex as they would like. That's not bad for us, just them. Their counselor put them on a strict schedule for sex. I read the paper and it said they could only have sex four times a week. That's a huge difference from their usual ten or eleven. It also helps us to keep money from constantly having to replace beds. With Niall, Liz, Aeron, and Harry, money was basically flying from our pockets. Having people drop off bed frames to the flats was getting a bit embaressing. We all can actually go a whole month without seeing plastic moved around the house.

The front door opened and out stepped Aeron. She was dressed in a pink coat and matching boots. Her hair was tied to the side into a ponytail. She closed the door and walked over to stand beside us. I was shocked to see that she wasn't jumping around or shouting about seeing Harry. Maybe she's saving the energy for later tonight. After all neither of us have had sex in seven months, so things are probably going to be really loud later. I just feel bad for the neighbors. 

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