Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

41. Gopher

~Guys, this may or may not be the last chapter. I'm not sure yet, but we'll see. Enjoy! :)

~Aeron's P.O.V

~Six months later

"Mommy, mommy! I still can't find Gopher!" Annabelle yells for the thirteenth time in the last five minutes.

And believe me, I've been counting.

Gopher was Anna's pet dog. She was mixed with chihuahua and some other weird name that I had no idea how to pronounce, but it started with a 'p'. We had gotten her, about two or three months ago, from a shelter near Harry and the other boys' studio. She was actually going to be put down the day I went to look around for one and since Anna had been bugging Harry and I for a couple of years, for a dog, I just settled for getting her.

Of course Anna had complete control of naming her and how she got Gopher is beyond me. I never bothered to ask and I had no intentions to. Anna was only nine and if you give the authority of naming a dog to a nine year old, I bet that the name will be a bit iffy or completely ridiculous.

Harry has no idea about it because he left about a month before, for tour, I got Gopher. He and the boys had to leave literally a week after all of the drama went down for tour and they've been gone for six months. He told me that they'd be gone for ten and when he told me, I instantly got worried about Annabelle.

Yeah, she knows her dad's a singer and he has to leave, but with the fact that she's bounced from relative to relative, she hasn't quite gotten a full grasp on the concept of a tour. She's an extremely smart girl for her age, but once again all of the traveling that we do takes the energy from her and she doesn't have the patience or time to sit and listen to me explain it, so I just left it for Harry to do when the time was right.

At first the both of us said no when Anna asked for a dog because it would be an extra mouth to feed. There'd be extra money spent for its food, bowls, shots, getting her spaded, and other things like toys and such. We honestly didn't want any kind of part of keeping a dog.

I've always wanted a dog myself, but just not one as small as the one I got for Annabelle. I always thought that I'd have one of those big lovable dogs. Like a Chocolate Lab, German Sheperd, or a Husky.

I guess it's good we never did get one because it would have been jumping and playing with Annabelle and she wouldn't even be near the size of the dog if it stood on its hind legs, so in other words it was just flat out dangerous.

Another downside of Harry being gone for ten months was the fact that our anniversary was coming up in Janurary. On the thirty-first to be exact. Just two days before his twenty-eighth birthday and ironicly, my twenty-seventh birthday is only six days after his.

I guess it's true when they say opposites attract.

Harry and I are two completely different people. I'm African American, obviously, he's Caucasian and British, he's the more quiet and content one, while I'm just loud and very opinionated. I was attending college for the acting industry, which I've had little luck on, and he's been a world famous popstar for nearly twelve years.

Other than it being six months since Harry's been away, its been six months since we killed Micheal and El, but its been nine years since this all started.

From the moment I saw Harry in the airport for the first time, the Twitter hate, everybody's break-ups and break downs, the whole Joy situation beginning, getting pregnant with Annabelle, Liz getting pregnant with Claire, El getting pregnant with Mark, the meeting of families, the killing of families, and even the murders we've commited.

It was all finished. Everything has finally ended. Every problem was taken care of and every person causing them was taken care of as well. This all could have been handled long ago, but more and more people who we didn't suspect were involved. Like Josh and Perrie. My parents. The love of Louis' life.