Over Again (Larry Stylinson AU)

Epilogue

Epilogue (With Final Author's Note)

Walking into the apartment, I saw Harry waiting at the door. He grabbed my wrist, shutting the door before slamming me against it. "Where have you fucking been?" He glared, and I let out a soft sigh before smiling and forcing my neck forward enough to kiss him. "I got you a present." I said, and he dragged me by my wrist to the couch.

"Don't fucking lie. If you don't have a present I'm going to beat the shit out of you." He looked at me, and I could tell he didn't mean it. I reached in my bag, showing him the shirt I had made him. It said 'Harry <3>

He just grabbed my waist, picking me up and carrying me over his shoulder into the bedroom. "Listen, don't be a dick or anything just shut up." I nodded as he set me on the bed, crossing my hands in my lap and smiling up at him. I watched him as he changed his shirt to the one I bought him, and I bit my lip, not even caring if it was bruised from our rough sex last night.

It's been five years of us being together, five years since we first sang that song together. I can't even remember the lyrics, but I remember that day so clearly. It was the day that everythng changed. That was the day that I became Harry's and he became mine and we both wanted no one but each other.

I got out of there only 2 weeks after that, and my mother wouldn't let me live with her. I had to live with my stepdad for a while, but it was only 3 or 4 months and then I got my own apartment. It was hard, since Harry was still in the Meadows. I didn't get to see him for months at a time, but when I did it was the best.

When Harry had turned 18, he was kicked out. I made him move in with me, not giving him any choice. Harry had actually been allowed to leave a month early, since he's been doing great with his recovery. His sides were starting to mix with blurred lines. There was no more Harold, and no more nerdy Haz. There was just Harry, but the other personality he had was this angry side of him.

He would hit me and abuse me every week, and I didn't even care. I'd become numb to the pain because I knew it hurt him even worse. When he realized what he'd done, he still would cry throughout the night as he was filled with guilt. It wasn't normal or healthy for either of us, but we needed each other and nothing else mattered.

I had graduated and gotten my degree in drama, and I now worked at a high school and assisted with school plays in the local elementary school. Harry has been a housewife type, he cooked and cleaned while I made all the money which worked for us.

Zayn and Niall were still together, but Niall has been in and out of several anorexia clinics. No matter how healthy we thought he was doing, he would always just one day collapse from hunger or throw up multiple times in an hour.

Liam and Rose were probably better than all of us, the only one with a healthy relationship. Rose was pregnant with their second child, their first was a set of twins so I suppose it was their third child. Liam hoped it was a boy, but Rose had already confided in me it was another girl, which I knew Liam would be happy about.

I hadn't heard much about Danielle, but apparently she'd went to Paris and gotten engaged with Nadia, and they went to jail for having sex in public. Danielle scared me sometimes, even if I never saw her.

Josh and Yoshi probably were the only ones as worse off as me and Harry. Yoshi had just gotten worse, but Josh has too. They were both going to couple therapy, but they were married. Yoshi had had a huge wedding and she wore a huge princess dress. I was her maid of honor and Harry and Zayn had been Josh's best men. Yoshi had cried all day that day, but for the first time she was happy. Josh and her were currently living in the house across the street, so we were close to them.

All of us kept in touch, and I smiled as I felt Harry rubbing my back. I knew it was normal Harry, I just knew. I didn't even question it anymore. I closed my eyes, having a huge happy smile on my face before I opened my eyes, shocked at the sight in front of me.

Harry, on his knees. "Marry me, and we've officially started this all over again." He sang the song, me joining in. This was the best life, and I wouldn't change it for the rest of the time.

Louis, you deserved this all along.

You made it.

Happy ever after.

　

　

Hello my curlies!

This story is at an end after 2-3 months of writing, and I'm so upset. As I wrote this, I'm shaking and crying. Harry's almost completely better, only abusive Harry is left. If you guys have any questions about anything, put them in the comments. I want to say that this story has held a special meaning to me. I have a personality disorder, and Yoshi is a part of me, so including her meant everything. Sometimes crazy people need love. See, love isn't perfect. Love is shit. Love hurts. Love is painful. But you know what? Love is fucking magical. I want you guys to check out my other Larry stories and I hope to see comments from all of you on them, because I'll miss you all. Larry, Joshi, Ziall, Riam and Nadielle lived happily ever after, because love prevails no matter what.

I don't really know what to say other then please fan, vote, and share this with your friends and everything.

Oh, and there won't be a sequel but I am starting a story similar to his and a one-shot to follow this story up! The One-Shot is called "Over My Self" SO PLEASE READ IT!

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