Give Me Love (Finn Harries)

Chapter 40 (Epilogue)

(A/N): Hey guys! Last ever GML :’( I’m kind of sad now! Anyway, I do hope you like it! Thank you so much for your support of this fanfiction over the weeks/months – it honestly means the world to me that people like what I write. I'll be uploading my new Harry Styles fanfiction in a little bit, so keep your eyes peeled. Thanks guys for your unbelievable support xx

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Olive’s POV:

My hands nervously fluttered over my dress – white, clean and perfect. Small white leave shaped pieces of fabric fell off of the end of the garment. We wanted an autumn themed wedding, as it autumn had just begun. I could barely even stand up, let alone walk all the way up the aisle. 

“Mum? Are you okay?” Elijah asked me, clad in an adorable suit as he waddled his 2-year-old legs over to me. I involuntarily smiled – he had exactly his father’s eyes, down to the hazel flecks around the jet black pupil. He had my curly hair, but apart from that, he was basically a replica of Finn, and I loved him for that.

“I’m fine, poppet,” I grinned, opening my arms for a hug, which he gladly accepted.

“I love you, mum,” he murmured quietly into my ear. Tears of real joy sprung to my eyes, and I had to sniff loudly to try and get rid of them. I was happy – and I had been for a long time. There was controversy when I found out I was pregnant with Elijah, granted, but everyone had moved on when they realised just how ecstatic I was, 24/7. I had a reason to get up now, something that had eluded me for many years.

“I love you too, Elijah.”

“Liv?” my mother’s voice called for me, pulling me out of my reverie as I suddenly remembered the wedding, in which I was a staple member of. She stopped for a moment and looked me up and down, a small gasp escaping her lips. “Oh, Olive. You look gorgeous.”

I smiled softly. “Thanks, mum,” I replied quietly. Mum opened her arms and lifted Elijah into them.

“We’d better get going, dear. It’s about to start.”

That was all I needed for my nerves to roar again, for the elephants to come stomping right in to my stomach. You can do this, Olive. He won’t leave you – not now. Not ever. I reminded myself of the pinkie promise that we had made all those years ago, and of how Finn wouldn’t, and couldn’t disappoint me. I stood from my seat and stumbled slightly in my gargatuan 6 inch heels. I sighed deeply as my mother took my hand. My heels click-clacked on the wooden floor of the church, and I stopped right before the door. My father was there, dressed in a tux, with his minimal amount of hair combed back in a neat style. In front of him were Marina and Emma, my two very best friends. They’d stuck with me through thick and thin, so I thought it only right that they were the bridesmaids. They both smiled nervously at me. My dad gave almost the same reaction as mum – a small gasp, tears forming in the very corners of his eyes. I linked arms with him and smiled.

“You look lovely, Ollie,” he said quietly, kissing me lightly on the cheek in a fatherly way. I grinned warmly, unable to form proper sentences as the nerves attacked me from every angle. Mum and Elijah had already disappered, wishing me luck with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

The traditional music started, and the large wooden doors slowly parted. Every head turned towards the bridesmaids, who walked out with their heads held high and their heels clicking on the waxed floor of the adorable church Finn and I had picked. I could see Finn tilting his head to try and find me, and I smiled lightly, my nerves disappearing almost immediately as I saw him, and only him. Our eyes connected, green on hazel, a grin lighting up both of our faces as we both failed to notice the audience who had their eyes trained on the both of us. Cameras were flashing and mothers were clucking and friends were oohing, but I didn’t even pay them an ounce of my attention. Soon enough, we were stood at the altar, with Finn’s palms in mine. I kissed him quickly, because I couldn’t resist the ultimate urge. He looked so handsome in a tux that I couldn’t help myself.

The priest babbled on about holy matrimony and all that sort of rubbish, and I knew I was supposed to be paying attention, but I couldn’t. All I could concentrate on was how gorgeous Finn was – and always had been, really. I didn’t really start listening until the priest asked me, “Do you, Olive Rose Pepper, take Finnegan Frayn Harries, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, til death do you part?”

I smiled, speaking loudly for fear that the priest wouldn’t hear me. “I do.”

Finn was asked the same question with our names switched around. A few tortuorous milliseconds passed before he said, “I do.”

We didn’t the priest to tell us twice to kiss. Immediately, we wrapped our arms around each other, cheers roaring in the background. We parted, and I saw Noah smile broadly, not just at me – at both of us. He was happy, proud even. I had been told, time and time again that getting married at 23 isn’t the best idea, that we would be divorced within the blink of an eye. But they were wrong, because that kiss was my beginning of forever with Finn.