Adopted by Larry (Book 3)

Chapter Nineteen: Olivianna May Monroe

Guys...this is the last chapter. Then the epilogue. But, I'm having a Spin-Off story called "Blue." coming out which is the story of Blue's life with 5SOS so check that out! Be sure to read my last chapter end note.. I love you guys so much and thank you for reading this insanely weird series and supporting and sticking with me through thick and thin. You all mean the world to me. <3 :* 3,141 words.

Anna's POV

I never thought there'd come a day where I'd not be wearing converse and skinnies. Well, that's only half true. I'm still wearing Converse. Just not the skinnies. I was actually wearing white. And it was a dress.

I remember walking down the aisle for Zayn and Perrie, for Louis and Harry, but never have I ever thought I'd be doing it for myself. For Jayden Monroe. The guy that's stuck by me for five years. In a way, I guess you could say we're soul mates.

Also, to think it's been five years is absolutely nuts. Seems like just yesterday I was struggling to get into a sketchy van when I was 13 and now I'm 19 and getting married while the people from that sketchy van give me marriage advice. Except Niall. He's still a single pringle. He claims he doesn't need a woman to make him happy. All he needs is golf and derby and he'll be fine.

Speaking of marriage advice, my family's wasn't the best.

"If they ever tell you to do all the laundry, the bills, the taxes, and you have to clean up after them...just...umm...divorce them cause they're not worth it." Harry tries to say but Louis glares at him as soon as he's finished his sentence. "I mean um...rub their feet cause they do so much for you and love you with all their heart and soul..." Harry adds. Louis smirks.

"If your husband ever tries anything on you. Drag him." Louis states. I widen my eyes.

"Treat your significant other how you want to be treated and compliment them and tell them you love them as much as possible." Liam says, smiling at me warmly.

"Marriage resembles a pair of shears: joined that they cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always cutting those who come between them." Zayn quotes, sounding like a poet.

"Don't ask me. I'm single." Niall jokes, laughing. I snort. All this advice is making me nervous. When I'm nervous, I sweat. I can't sweat in my dress. That's a recipe for disaster.

The wedding was actually in our old house's backyard. In the old treehouse. We got permission from the new family that lives there now. They went away on vacation so we asked and they said it was perfectly okay! I wanted my wedding to be somewhere special that'll bring back memories. We're even thinking about buying the house from the family so Monroe and I can live there.

Feeling suffocated by the amount of people surrounding me in the kitchen, I ran up the stairs to my old room, noticing it was a little girl that owns the room now. She had a princess canopy bed, a tea party set up, a tv, a bookshelf, and a chest of dolls. I smiled, remembering how it used to look and memories came rushing in like waves to my mind.

Tears threatened against my eyes as I remembered anything from Amanda sneaking in through the window to Louis singing to me before going to sleep. All the little things from the past floated around in my brain. I bit my lip to keep from crying because Lou spent hours on my makeup and I couldn't mess it up now.

A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts and in walked my curly-headed father. Harry sat next to me on the princess bed and he didn't say anything as he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

"I'm so nervous, Haz..." I whisper, looking anywhere but his emerald eyes. "Am I really ready for this? Marriage? I'm only 19..."

Harry stroked my hair slowly, "Well, that's up to you. I was ready to marry your dad when I first laid eyes on him. And just look at how that turned out? We love each other, got married, have two amazing kids, and we're both happy. How do you feel?"