Are we more than this?

Epilogue!!!

A/N

So I decided to right an epilogue because I had a second book published but I didn't really like it and basically I'm one of those people who gets really upset if there isn't an epilogue or a second or third book. So basically here's my epilogue:

Sklyars POV

Today officially marks 25 years since I married the man of my dreams.

Jack Hemmings.

No I'm just kidding, my best friend, Harry Styles.

It's still hard to believe that I even started going out with him in the first place.

And that I had twins with him.

Both of the twins are now happily married.

Carter's wife Darcy is expecting their second child and Grace is expecting her third child.

Grace got married when she was 19, yes I know it's young but it's only a year younger than I was and the same age I gave birth to the twins, her first husband sadly passed away about a year after she gave birth to her first daughter. She later actually got married to Julie's son Neil and they are expecting his second, and her third child soon this year.

Right now Harry and I are getting ready to go to our local community centre where Louis and Eleanor planned a somewhat small get together for our anniversary.

"Hey babe, are you ready to go?" Harry asks as he could mess waltzing downstairs in a normal black suit but gold boots.

"Harry, go change your shoes please." I ask him a little annoyed at his recent show choices.

It's hopefully just some mid-life crisis.

"Why? I don't want to, I like the shoes." He asks with a bit of a pout.

"Harold Edward Styles change your fucking shoes or I'm phoning your mom." I state which makes him quickly turn around running back up the stairs.

When he comes back down the stairs I see that he finally had some normal black shoes on.

I turn around and begin to walk out the door but he stops me while grabbing my hand and spinning me around to face him.

"Harry we need to go or we will be late." I beg him trying to get outside.

"The guest of honours can't be late." He reasons. "Plus I just wanted to do this."

I look up at him and he places a soft kiss on my lips. I return the kiss and when I pull away he informs me that he has something else.

He opens his jacket pulling out a single red rose and a ring.

He slips the ring on my finger and places one more kiss on my lips and one on my forehead.

"Happy anniversary baby." Harry smiles.

"I love you" I say in response.

"And I love you more." He replies with a smirk.

We stand in silence just staring at each other and. I begin to feel like I'm still young and in love with not a care In the world when Harry has to go and ruin the moment.