Life Starter {H.S}

Epilogue Three

I kneeled by Harry's side, kissing his cheek, excited that he was with me, to protect me from anything. My lovely Harry roughly grabbed me, kissing my neck, crying into my shoulder, screaming his apologies. I cried into his hair, the rope-noose scratching up against me. I kissed his cheeks over and over again, but the question barely subsided as it came off of my lips, in a shrill voice. I pushed his lanky arms off of me, spitting in his face.

"Why Harry, Why?! Why the hell would you do this to yourself?! What about our fucking kids!"

I screamed at him, walking behind him and grabbing the noose, pulling, choking him. His fingers went to wrap around the rope, to pull it off of him, but I continued to pull, to yell and scream at him for leaving all of our children. For him not leading a life of love and commitment to not only our kids, but for himself. Harry choked, coughing loudly, unfortunately, nothing he could do. My hormonal outrage, for my hope, should kill him.

"Please..Alexis! Listen to me..sw- ah fuck! Sweetheart!"

I threw the rope roughly to ground, Harry bending forward to catch all the air he needed for his lungs. I kicked him in the side, not too roughly though. Big tears welled in my eyes as I kicked him in the left shoulder. Why? Why would he do this? Not only to himself, but to our children? The children who called him Daddy and asked him to make cheerio-raisin omelettes in the morning, just for giggles? To our fucking daughter who had just been born almost 30 fucking minutes ago? A daughter he wanted his whole damn life!

"You're so fucking stupid! Why the hell would you do this? Why, Harry, WHY!? Why would you leave our family?! OUR FUCKING FAMILY!"

"I'm sorry, Alexis, I couldn't possibly bare a life without you. I love you! I needed to be with you!"

"But what about our fucking kids, Harry! Who's going to care of them? Why, Harry, why?!"

I screamed, my voice cracking. I sunk down to my knees next to him. I cried into my hands, loudly sobbing not caring who heard. I could hear Harry moving closer, then I could feel his warm arms wrapping around me. He pulled me into his lap, with myself screaming into his shirt, hitting and punching at his chest, wanting to go back to before, when everything was better, and everyone was happy, when we got married or had are first set of twins. Any other time than this one. I hit and slapped his chest with all my might, my tears soaking his shirt. Harry only pulled me in closer, telling me to stop this.

"Alexis, stop it. Stop it-"

He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me to look at him.

"STOP IT!"

I stop, everything stops. Harry stops, the tears of his just rolling down his cheeks. My tears stopped temporarily, my voice shook with the verge of more tears. He gently grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me back into chest. Hushing me and telling me sweet nothings, making me smile with my tears.

"Shh, shh-shh, it's alright. Everything's gonna be alright. I'm sorry, okay. I shouldn't have done it, okay. I shouldn't have done it, okay. I shouldn't..."

"It's okay-"

"You know it's not okay. Alexis, I did somethin-"

"Harry, please, I don't care, I love you-"

"But, you don't understand."

My mind stirred with bewilderment as he rocked us back an forth, my tears sort of coming to a stop. I took in a sharp breath.

"I-I...I hung myself  in front of Reese."

I gasped, and so did he , surprised with himself. 

"I...I pulled him into the janitor's closet at the hospital, just down the hall from your room. I didn't think I'd actually do it, Alexis, I thought at least, I'd shove him out of the room, or not hang myself at all, but I just couldn't. I couldn't handle it. From our first kiss, to us kissing at the alter, to us kissing right before bed, we've been through too much together. I love you so much, my heart belongs to you, love. I love you, only you, I can't love anyone else except for you. Your like a drug addiction, with no rehabilitation center. I fucking love you so much and I will go through thick and thin just to be with you. I'm sorry."

"Harry..."

I looked up into his green eyes, his tears were streaming down his cheeks. He felt so guilty, for doing something so inhumane.

"Who's going to take care of the kids, Harry?"

I asked, snorting away my runny nose.

"Louis and Tyler could take care of them. They love our children, you know.... Alexis, I just wanted to say agai-"

"No Harry, it's alright, we're gonna be alright. Everything is gonna be okay."

I smiled up at him and he hesitantly smiled back. I urged my lips closer to his, our lips ghosting over each other. I kissed his lips gently, missing the loving touch from my husband. He pushed back, running his finger through my hair, pulling out my messy bun, the passion unexpected. We pulled away, looking into each other's longing eyes. Someone tapped their foot impatiently from down the aisle. Sadie.

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"Hello, Mr. Hensley, it's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too, Mr. Styles."

My father looked over at me when my lips trembled with happiness. I finally get to see my father again. He pulled me in for a hug, my tears going through his shirt. He rubbed his hand against my let-down, greasy hair, calming me down.

"Shhhh, it's alright, I'm here, no need to cry."

He pulled away, leaving Harry to quickly wipe the tears away. My father gestured for us to sit down on the couch I know so w ell of. We sat side by side, Sadie getting dinner ready in the kitchen. I could hear her clinking the pans together in there.

"Now, normally, Harry, I would hate any man, who not only left his children all alone in their reality, to be by themselves, and not only, dated my daughter, who kissed her, had children with her, married her, and loved her, but...not you.... Over the years of Alexis' life, I've followed her, seeing the places she's went, the people she's been with, and I can tell, you two are really in love. Even though you made her change her last name, I'm so happy she found you, extremely happy she picked you to be her soulmate. I love you both so much, come here!"

Dad pulled us up off the couch and into a hug.

"Now, why don't you go on upstairs and take a nap, you two. For all the things in the past that you two have been through, you look like you need it."

Harry and I both mumbled our thank you's to my father. Walking up the stairs, Harry pecked my cheek and I smiled, remembering the first time he kissed me, and the last time he kissed me, well, on Earth. He opened the door to my bedroom and it looked just as I had left it. Harry pulled off his jacket and his shirt, leaving him shirtless. He unbuckled his belt, and pulled himself down into his boxers. Harry quietly walked over to me, untying the knots on the back of the bloody hospital gown.

His fingers twitched when they touched my back, nervousness running through his body. The gown fell to my feet, and I was left stark naked in front of him. I heard Harry scrambling in the drawers behind me, him mumbling something of where is it. I heard something unwrapping, then shortly after, Harry coming up from behind me with a pair of underwear with a pad on the inside. 

I put both my feet into the underwear's leg holes, gently pulling them all the way up. I saw from the corner of my eye, Harry picking up a bra, then setting it back down, realizing my breasts were to big to fit in it. He smiled at me as I turned around. I went over the the bed, picking up the covers and Harry setting my underneath them, with him right behind. His right arm went over my stomach, just touching the underneath of both my breasts. We were silent, of course, nothing need to be said. We knew what the other thinking, and nothing would change that. We were in love, and no one was going to stop us. He snuggled up to me and kissing just below my earlobe, before falling into a warm sleep. 

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Then a loud screeching cry woke me up, with a callused hand shaking me awake.