Inked [Harry Styles]

epilogue.

"Joshua Jesse Styles, get your butt down these stairs!" Evelynn called at her fifteen year old son who was habiting upstairs in his room. 

Harry and her rolled their eyes as he stomped down the stairs, clearly not wanting to be socialising with his doting parents at the incredulous hour of five in the afternoon. The curly haired and blue eyed teenager appeared into the large lounge rolled his eyes as soon as he saw his mother and father curled up on the sofa, together. 

"What do you two lovebirds want?" Was the grunt they recieved after they called him down from his 'homework'.

"So, have you got any special lady in your life?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows which caused his son to go an embarassing beetroot. 

"No," Josh mumbled, not making his parents believe his obvious lie. 

"Are you sure, your Facebook relationship status says different," Evelynn countered, rolling her eyes at the boys blind stupidity. 

"Shit, I forgot you could see that," Was the profanity that was emitted from Josh's mouth as he realised his idiocy. 

"We were the first friends you had, idiot. Also, we saw the cute pictures you took, they were adorable!" Evelynn squealed, clapping her hands together in glee.

Harry calmed his wife down, trying to take authority over the other adult, as he was trying to be serious for his oldest child. "Why didn't you tell us son, we're your parents!" He tried to reason. 

"Because, I was worried that you wouldn't accept her, you've said that I have to be wary of my friends because people might use me!" Was the reason that escaped the boys lips. 

"I know we said that, but you've said yourself that you can tell who people like that are! From stalking, it seems that she loves rock and indie music, not Harry's, invite her over to dinner on Sunday if you have to!" Evelynn asked her son, and was pleasantly shocked when he threw his hands around her body in a welcoming embrace. 

"I want to join in," Harry pouted and his doting wife let him join in the huddle.

Then, the youngest body squeezed itself into the middle and Evelynn laughed at her five year old daughter. 

"Has Josh-y got a girlfriend?" She squealed, and clung onto her older brother. 

"Yes he has, but she's nice and doesn't need corrupting from Marilyn!" Josh teased, tickling his little sister into submission.

Their parents laughed as their two children squealed and giggled on the sofa, thinking to themselves...

What a perfect little life, and a perfect little family.