The Story of Us

Epilogue

We moved to Cheshire after having Darcy.

After every single crazy little thing we've been together, I never actually saw ourselves as parents, but life surprises you in that way. You could think we were the perfect little family. Mummy, daddy and baby girl. No responsibilities, no attention... Just the three of us. And I didn't need anything else, to be honest.

All those weekend and Christmas mornings when our kids woke us up were some of the best moments of my life. And the late New Year's eves we spent on our porch looking at the fireworks with our friends seemed like everything I've ever needed.

Harry opened a music shop eventually. He even finally learned how to play guitar. After a while he wanted to expand the business, so we moved back to London. I wasn't that thrilled to go back to a smoggy city after I've been living in Holmes Chapel. But our escape from life was over.

We had twins a few years later- Matt Lou and Jamie Anna Styles. Darcy's face when Harry wheeled me into the house with her brother and sister was priceless. Just like his. Even 15 years after the bloom of his career he still looked perfect.

We hang out with Niall and Louis at least a few times a month. Niall and Lucy got married and live in the city. Lou and El got married, as you know, and he's a stay at home dad. It took him three daughters and five years, but he finally got the son he's been wanting for so long. Eleanor wasn't really thrilled about the whole idea of going to the delivery room that much at the beginning, but after their first girl- Melody, she just wanted more. And she got it- Dylan, Haley and in the end, Nicola. Not even those perfect Christmas cards in movies could compare to their family. Darcy and Melody became really good friends and the playdates we set up for them were just another excuse for Harry and Louis to watch football and simply hang out together even more.

We don't see Zayn and Liam that much. Zayn and Perrie travel around the world, and if they're not here, then they're in their house in Italy. But every now and then Perrie drags Zayn back to the UK and we meet up then. Liam moved to America eventually and opened a toy store called 1Derland. Now his whole life is a Toy Story.

In a way, it's like those 5 never were a boyband. They're just regular lads now, and they always have been. But I don't think any of them will ever forget the memories they made as a group- it was just such a big part of their lives. It made them into the people they are now.

Though, it happens sometimes, that some daughter or son of an old Directioner recognises Harry on the streets and asks for a picture to give to their mums. Harry always smiles and does it, and I think he still will, even if his teeth start to fall out and he won't have anything to smile with.

Every time, though, when our kids and grandkids ask how did Harry and I meet, we always say “Well, you have to thank Eleanor for that...“, just like we said we will all those years ago.

But all of us get together every July 23rd in front of Wembley Arena and remember where it all started. Every year our kids ask us where did daddy and his 4 best friends meet, and every year we tell them the story- The story of them, the story of One Direction and the story of us.

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DAM DAM DAM DAM DAM

IT'S OVER :')

I know the epilogue's crappy and everything but I wrote it in November last year when my writing skills were as shitty as Haylor.

And Payzer breaking up really fucked up my idea of Liam's 'happily ever after'. 

Oh well...

My first fanfic ever written now completely on the internet for everyone from 12-year old fangirls to pedophile internet stalkers to see :DD

But this isn't it. 

There's still one more thing to post to conclude this story completely but that's a surprise.

CIAOS