Is It Wrong?

Epilogue

~ It’s over :( and I’m so thankful for all of you who supported this fic and always begged me to update. I feel accomplished knowing that I finished it and I hope you’ll all love it. and as usual, Enjoy!

I held my fiance’s hand as we walked through the streets of London. It was cold but we managed to stay warm. We slipped into a small cafe that served my favorite hot chocolate. I sat at the booth as he went to order, blowing against my hands for some sort of heat. I untied my scarf and took off my coat, placing them next to me.

I looked around the cafe, noticing a lot of couples. It was almost Valentine’s day and I could sense the love around me. It made me feel warm inside, knowing that I found someone who cared for me as much as he did. We were absolutely in love and crazy about each other. Our wedding was soon and I was mentally counting down the days until I could call him my husband.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I slipped it out and answered. 

"Hey" I smiled into the phone, missing the caller’s voice. My fiance walked back over to me, 2 steaming mugs in his hand.

"Who is that?" he whispered and I smiled and shook my head as I listened to the other end. 

"Oh, Harry’s right here, one sec Anne" I beamed as I passed him the phone.

"Hey mum.." he trailed off as I took a sip of my cocoa. I was glad to have stayed with Harry that day after my graduation. He had blown up with his music career, touring all over the world for screaming girls. I didn’t mind the distance and sure, it got to me sometimes but he loved it. He loved performing and being able to do what he loves. And if he loved it then so did I.

He slid my phone back to me and I tucked it away in my pocket. I watched as he bough his mug to his lips and sipped it. 

"What’d Anne want?" I asked and he shrugged. 

"Her and Gemma wanna come a week before the wedding, hang out with you, do girly shit" he smiled and I laughed. Anne and My father had finally accepted Harry and I and it only took 10 years. We were in love and I was sure they could see that. It took a long talk and a lot of convincing for them to even take us as a couple and not step-siblings.

I watched him, sip his cocoa and scroll through his phone. It shocked me how we got here. I remember the constant struggle of him trying to get me to be his girlfriend, I was so naive back then, wanting to love him but afraid. I remember the Niall drama and the girl he’d always bring home. I remember our fight at my father and Anne’s anniversary dinner. I really thought we were done then. I remember the day of my graduation when he kept his promise to come. I also remember what we did afterwards.

I leaned over the table and kissed the corner of his mouth, taking him by surprise.

"What was that for?" he smiled placing his phone down and taking my hand in his.

"Because I was remembering all the bullshit we went through to get here" I shrugged and he laughed.

"I remember a lot of it. You were such a stuck up little-" 

"Shut up" I cut him off as I leaned over the table again and kissed his lips. He was mine, finally. Despite the obstacles we encountered from us and our parents, we finally made it. Being able to freely love each other and be happy. Finally being able to have a happy ending.

***

Our wedding was beautiful. It was small and private, we wanted it that way. Even if I wanted a big extravagant wedding, I was sure Harry would let me have it. Gemma was my maid of honor and Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s best man, a friend of his from years ago.

I remember the honeymoon. We went to St. Thomas and stayed on a very expensive private island. Harry had the money but I wasn’t too keen on him spending a lot for us. We had a lot of sex that week, way too much sex. We couldn’t even see each other without pouncing on each other. 

Returning home was good, I was working as a journalist and Harry had gone to tour Australia. I missed him often and we spoke a lot. I was glad to have found someone as great as him. I remember when the morning sickness started, one week after I flew out to visit him. I remember the pregnant symbol on the test.

We had Bella 9 months later. She had blonde hair and green eyes, a true mix of us. He did everything with her. He protected her and me. He wouldn’t even let me take her out for the first 6 months, afraid of what the outside world would bring. 

I was finally happy. Although, the curly haired-boy was still my step-brother, I still loved him. He was my rock, my number one. I hadn’t experienced love until we decided to get together and I was glad we did. I was glad we had a happy ending.