Standing in a Nice Dress [Haylor]

Epilogue.

Welcome to the Epilogue! If you've gotten this far, THANK YOU. I was so so excited to write this fic, it was out of my normal Harry&girl-I-made-up fic and I was so scared to write it but I had so much fun writing it. The epilogue is meant to be cheesy and fun. The drama is over. Enjoy. :)

Christmas Eve, 2016.

Christmas Eve was quite chilly in New York. It was a beautiful morning, the snow falling slowly and peacefully outside. Not too much snow as to ruin the roads, but enough to decorate the city with winter vibes. The road-ruining weather wasn't supposed to arrive for another few days. And then we'd be stuck inside. Oh, what a shame. 

I was throwing a Christmas Eve party at my loft this evening, and everything had to be perfect. I'd woken myself up at seven a.m to start the preparations for the festivities, putting cookies in the oven and a Christmas record on as I deep-cleaned downstairs. I sprayed down every surface in the house with cleaner, wiped it down, and polished it. The pictures put on instagram for the whole world to see had to display my loft looking flawless and beautiful as ever.

After about an hour of cleaning, I decided to actually eat something and relax for a moment. It was only eight fifteen, and guests wouldn't arrive for another twelve hours. I needed to relax, even though there was so much to do. As I drank my latte and ate my avocado toast, I mentally went through my to-do list. Bake the cookies. Bake the pie. Bake the cake. Put the ham in the oven by ten a.m. Finish wrapping gifts. Clean some more. Finish writing cards. Call home and tell Mom and Dad to be here tomorrow around six for Christmas dinner. Breathe. I would only breathe if I got around to it. 

I patted around my mouth with a napkin before taking my dishes into the kitchen to wash them. I had a few other dishes to wash, too, so I got out the dishwasher and special towels with my monogrammed initials on them. As I scrubbed the dishes, I suddenly felt strong  arms wrapped around my waist. Against my will, I felt my muscles relax, immediately comforted by the body wrapping around mine. Slow, languid, lazy kisses were pressed into my neck, and my head rolled back onto the shoulder behind me. 

"You've gotta relax, baby. It's far too early for you to be this tense." more kisses were pressed into my neck, teeth nipping at the curve where my shoulder and neck met.

"You shouldn't be distracting me like this. I've got too much to do." I felt him smile against my skin, not stopping his kisses. 

"That's why I'm distracting you. It's Christmas Eve, you need to relax, love."

"I'm the host of the party, I can't relax." I groaned, putting the dishes into the cabinets and drying off my hands. 

"Come back to bed. Please? Just for a little while?"

"No, I've already had breakfast, I'm up for the day." I reluctantly refused, turning in his arms and resting my hands on his shoulders. 

"What am I ever going to do with you, Swift?" he sighed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

"Love me." I responded with a cheesy smile, and he kissed the tip of my nose.

"You know I do. Which is why I want you to come back to bed."

I was happy. I had made the right decision with my life, and I couldn't believe the joy it had brought me. After my quick, fateful conversation with Ed, I practically ran to Adam. He was sitting right where I'd last seen him, patiently waiting for me. As always. So, so patient. I took his hand as I sat down, ready to tell him what was on my heart.

I asked him why he was still here, fighting for me after all this time. I looked straight into his eyes, wanting the full truth. He told me it was because he loved me, because I deserved love, and we belonged together. I wanted to know why he was so sure that we belonged together. I had to be sure. He said we belonged together because we were completely compatible in every way.