Being Mrs. Styles

Chapter 13

Hey guys, this is the last chapter. I know, only 13 chapters, I suck, but oh well.

I'm hoping to start a new fanfiction soon, and I promise to try to stay with that one all the way to finish like I did with Becoming Mrs. Styles.

Oh, and prepare yourself. This is not what you were expecting, I promise.

Much love<3

- Hayley

Chapter 13

Clementine's POV

Everything was back to normal. I was in therapy, again, along with Eleanor. Both boys were back in preschool and Harry and Niall went back to work, they were currently working on a new album before their hiatus in March. They all agreed it was time for a short break, to focus on their families and such.

I was seven months along now. Seven months along with my sweet, sweet, baby girl, Aveline Marie Styles.

I also started a new charity, for girls who had been, or were being, sexually abused. It got a lot more of a response than I had expected.

Unfortunately thanks to child birth my modeling career was over, but I was still famous for being Mrs. Styles and for my many charity's and support groups. I was an inspirational public speaker apparently, Eleanor and I both. It was odd, going place to place and reliving the horrors to inspire other people to do something about rape. But you do what you have to do to spread awareness I guess.

"Honey, you okay?" Harry asked, placing his large hand on my much smaller one.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm great."

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this." He whispered, and it looked like Niall was whispering the same thing to Eleanor.

El and I shared a determined glance as we both nodded.

"Yeah, we need to do this." She nodded.

We all walked into the prison, each taking our place behind the glass as we watched Louis walk into a room on the other side, his hands and feet cuffed.

He gave us a sickly smile as he sat down in the brown leather chair and let the guards brace him with leather ties.

"See you in hell." He laughed, right as the doctor injected his arm. And within seconds he was dead.

Dead.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and Eleanor squeezed my hand.

"Why do I still not feel safe?" She whispered.

I shook my head. "I don't know."

Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

"Are you okay?" He asked as we walked slowly back to the parking lot.

"Yeah, are you?"

He nodded silently. "It hurt a little to watch."

"I know." I whispered.

He spun me around and planted one on my lips.

"Hey, it's okay. He's gone now. He will never ever come back. He can't hurt you anymore, no one will. You and both of my babies are one hundred percent safe, okay?"

"Okay." I smiled.

"Now, Mrs. Styles, we need to start making plans for March. I'm thinking a nice vacation. Maybe Rio?"

"Rio sounds lovely."

"Alrighty then." He grinned, opening the car door for me.

Life was hard. I mean, it was good, but it would never be perfect. I would never forget what Louis did to me. But I would survive. I would put on a happy face and I would deal with it, one day at a time.

Why?

Because I'm Mrs. Styles.