search party [sequel to hr108]

EPILOGUE: beauty in black and white

due to previous circumstances, i have decided to write you all an epilogue worth the entire book instead of continuing. my sincerest apologies go out to all of my readers. your support has not gone unnoticed. this book's journey ended a long time ago, and i'm sorry i tried to drag it past that.

the first part will be part of chapter ten that i was going to write out in full, but i'm ending the individual point of views on sort of a bittersweet note to lead into 'afterwords'.

yes, it's going to feel rushed, and yes, the book itself would have been better. but the story should have ended when HR108 ended. i just didn't see at the time that artistically, i had already done my job.

epilogue

N.J.H.
The morning I wake up happens to be the most relaxing morning I've ever had the chance to experience. The sun is blaring through the windows and Harry's loose arm is draped across my stomach as he still snores softly. I smile to myself, resting my hand over his as I close my eyes blissfully again.

"Why aren't you moving?" I hear Harry mumble from under the sheets and I shrug.

"Because I'm not feeling it. If I could lay here with you all day I would."

"Aw, you're a sap," he cooes, sitting himself up to kiss my forehead, "what do you want to do today?"

"I dunno..." I shrug, "there's so much to do here, I don't wanna miss a thing. I still can't believe you brought me here."

"I figured you needed to practice your Spanish," Harry grins and my eyes widen gleefully. I know how to speak Spanish! And what's even better? Harry doesn't.

It's time to warm up my Spanish speaking skills. Since college, I only spoke it around Louis, and that definitely wasn't enough practice. I remember learning things like 'Where is bathroom' or ' supermarket' and 'where is post office'. There was also the most obvious phrases like yes and no, but everything else was easy to pick up on. If I could hear it with some kind of motions then I would know exactly what the person was saying.

"Well then let's go have an adventure." I say with a huge grin on my face. It wasn't everyday you could show your husband how to say certain things.

Shit; husband.

It was still all new thinking that Harry Edward Styles was my husband.

"I'll call and schedule an interpreter to come along with us."

And with that, my smile fades.

"No, we don't need an interpreter! I can speak Spanish fine!" I grumble as Harry comes and wraps his arms around me. "I know you do but just in case," I groan and shake my head.

"Harry we will be fine," I plead, and he lets out a sigh and nods.

"Fine I won't call an interpreter." I'm now smiling again, I know I can do it anyway; it's been awhile, but I can wow the pants off of all of Spain today.

"Let's get ready and we can go out!" I nod in agreement and go to Harry's suitcase to wear one of his shirts.

"I knew it!" He says in a sing-song voice.

"Shush," I try to keep from laughing but I just can't keep from smiling because I just love him too much. The fucking idiot...

I'm going to speak circles around him.

"Okay but seriously," I grin, "Adonde vamos?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Where are we going?"