destined. | h.s

28. at the cusp of life

A/N:

hello it's Clarisse3directioner (this username though) aaaaaaaaaaand i'm temporarily back to put a conclusion to this story. 

so i reread everything and just, c r i n g e d. and although i had the time and opportunity to rewrite, i have decided to just leave the previous chapters as they were because rewriting would just be a complete overhaul and destined would not be, well, destined. anyway, this means that i'd like to preserve my pre-teen mind's way of writing and just be reminded that i loved writing ever since then no matter how flawed the way i wrote. honestly though, i'm my biggest critic but i sill don't want to detest this story much like patterson hated his twilight days. 

it's probably odd to receive an update some three or four years later, however, i always thought this deserved an ending. unfortunately, i was actually only 12 when i began making this and i am 17 now, pre-teen me and fully formed teen me don't completely meet on common ends in terms of destined. i no longer remember the flow and the twists and (sorry) even the minor characters. in a previous note back in early 2015, i said i lost the moleskin notebook with the complete plot. that's still true until today (i tried searching for it again).

i do remember though, the previous chapter, which i wrote when i turned 14 and published sometime April, the next year hahaha (2016)? it was sort of a gap in the story, and sadly, by then i had no idea how to continue. 

plot twist though, while writing that gap, i wrote an alternate conclusion knowing that i'd be too busy to pursue the whole story (and i predicted correctly, at 17, an 8-hour sleep is a miracle). at 17 too, i do not have the same writing structure as my 14-year-old self so I would like to give the center stage to my old self, please welcome, 2015 Clarisse3directioner's effort for an ending or an epilogue, maybe (and current Clarisse3directioner's apologies for not continuing):

(there's a photo feature now?????????????????? i have been gone for too long!!! btw, this a screenshot of the draft which i discovered right now and is also and excuse to try this new feature. ok i'll stop here's the thing i wrote 3 years ago hahaha:)

There are laws. A lot of them. And sometimes, things will only be better if we break them. I'm glad I somehow did break nature's law—the concept of moving on. Some ten years ago, if everyone knew I still thought about you, they would have scoffed at my insanity and despair and would have formally placed their bets at my delusion over a potentially non-existent person. Luckily, I kept my other world with you, somehow, only to myself. There, those laws don't exist.

And maybe, time had enough, because when I also have had enough of remembering you, ten years later, we met. Oh what a cliche our story was, but this is a cliche I'm glad I live with you.

I'm thankful for the people who embraced us, we've come a long way.

People, time, and so many other things held us back. I thought we were going on each other's way. So when we were on Europe and you were tired from when you were onstage, I was ready to ruthlessly play at that exhaustion and break up with you. But you were much like a lion tamer that the only culmination of that moment was that we kissed. And that the whole world saw it.

The whole world saw my flaws, my B-Lister life, my fake job as your beard (that's Rebecca's not mine). I realized I wasn't ready, I was trying to build my career as a painter and trying to make it also as a singer, but it's like all of that has already been tainted and I don't blame you.

My biological mother didn't like you. She wanted custody of me but I was an adult and I still chose my parents. I made all efforts to connect with her, but I felt how much she was forcing all of the past years into her one sure thought, that you leave me alone.

But you wooed her, and wooed me, and wooed our lives together. I was wondering where it all went right, and I think it was at that point when you sat in the airport and I held your bag and my friends were freaking out.

We thrived, even when it got hard. One Direction went on, played music, worked with other singers and I understudied my way into leads in Broadway, sold paintings along the sidelines and just lived. Everything else seem to mature alongside us.

Today, it's like one of those chapter endings where everything is lefty coolly, calmly. Like one of those days where we get to say I'm okay and that life is truly and unpretentiously great. I felt like soaking in just every part of this moment, where everyone's smiling and crying because they're happy and because they're celebrating love.

"This ring symbolizes my love for you," and I smiled, "and the commitments we made today."

"And the rings are in!" I here Debbie silently cheers, "Ariella, can you please hold Little Horan real quick, I'll just take a picture of this part."

I open my arms to hold this child who was such polite young boy, just laughing along the entire ceremony. I glance at his brown tiny eyes for a little and then to happy couple at the center.

"I'm guessing you want a little one yourself," he whispers, enveloping one arm around me and relaxing it on the chair. Before I could respond, the officiant spoke.

"Liam and Abi, you have come here today of your own free will and in the presence of family and friends, have declared your love and commitment to each other. You may now share your first kiss as husband and wife. Congratulations!"

Everyone cheered, teasing the couple and just expressing overall excitement. They shared a kiss that seals a life they would live together beginning that day and then the piano chimes in on the joy. I give little Horan back to his mom and we all stand to greet Abi and Liam.

I looked back at him to answer that rhetoric. I barely remember the first time I laid my eyes on him but again I don't mind, we love each other at every sight. By then I was certain of that and then of this,

"Harry, you know what, I do."

end.

are they married or are they not? i honestly don't know, hahaha. reminder, i've left this epilogue as it was written too so i apologize for grammar errors. 

but this is it bois, destined is no longer on a hiatus, but at the same time has hastily (soooorry) ended. thank you for this opportunity to write!