EPILOGUE

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Emma

Ten months later.

We walked down towards the tombstone. I had tears running down my face. With my handkerchief in hand, I sat down.

"I miss you even though you did a lot of damage." I smiled as I remembered his last few days. They were happy and memorable.

"I will always love you, Dad." I say as I put   red roses on my dad's grave.

Home

I came home to find Harry laying on the couch being cared for by the other guys. I grabbed his hand. The guys left so that we could talk.

"Harry I love you  in a friendly way, but I love Louis like I would in a relationship." He simply nodded and went to sleep.

THIS IS THE END OF ONE TYPE OF LIFE!! HARRY CANT SPEAK BECAUSE I DONT WANT HIM TO BUT HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!
LOVE YOU GUYS!!
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