Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 39- Epilogue

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Guys.

What the actual fuck.

How is this story already over? I feel like I just started writing this!!! WHAT IS GOING ON?

I'm like...I don't even know.

I've never been able to finish like a single chapter before, much less finish an entire 39 chapter story!

Seriously though, thank you guys so much for reading this.

I have almost 400 reads and almost 8,000 views, plus almost 200 votes. I remember (aha, remember) getting my first read and I like died because somebody had actually read what I wrote!!!

So thank you guys soooo much!!

Two things:

1) I asked this a while back, but nobody ever replied, so I wanted to know of anybody wanted me to do a sort of prequel to this story? It would be about the same length, but it would be Louis's and Aubrey's story, with no mention of Harry. I don't know, just tell me what you think, if I should or not.

2) Now that Remember is over, I'm only working on one story, so if anybody had any good ideas that they want to give me, please do! I hate only working on one story!

That's it, guys!!

If you want, my other story, Haunted, is, I personally think, better than this, so if you could please go read that? I really like it, it's super angsty. It's a Larry story as well.

Thank you guys so much and enjoy the epilogue!

Loooove youuuuuu!

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Two and a Half Years Later.

Liam's POV

I could see Louis's hands shaking as Harry wrapped his hands around the smaller lad's waist, humming softly.

I knew Louis was nervous, but he had no reason to be. There was literally no way this could possibly end negatively.

An assistant came out to tell us that we would be on soon.

He shot me a petrified look, and I nodded my assurance at him, patting my pocket.

"Lou...quit fidgeting," Harry mumbled, locking his arms tightly around Louis in an effort to still him.

"Sorry," Louis replied, his voice squeaking slightly.

"Ready boys?" a small woman asked in a mousy voice, popping her head in.

We nodded and followed her to the edge of the stage, where our interviewer was introducing us. We headed out, waving at the audience of cheering girls.

We sat down on a couch opposite the woman, Olivia, I thought her name was.

"Hello, boys!" she greeted, beaming eagerly at us.

We said our hellos.

We ran through standard interview questions, the upcoming world tour, our latest album's success. Then Olivia pulled out a few notecards and I leaned forwards to send a smile at a pale looking Louis.

"So we have a few questions that fans have sent in to us. First one, if you had to date one member of the band who would it be? No, Harry and Louis, you cannot say each other," she said.

They groaned and frowned.

"Well then, I'd date myself because I can't even try and imagine being with anybody but Louis," Harry said simply, "Plus Niall farts too much, Zayn's too obsessed with his reflection, and Liam is too responsible for me."