chances | larry stylinson

epilouge

[I'm honestly not feeling this fanfic anymore, I don't know what I want to do with it but I didn't want to just quit so here's an epilogue to give closure. I love you all so much and hopefully I get out of this writer's funk soon]

harry's pov

(10 years later)

"Listen Barbra, your brownies are dry and you ask the stupidest shit in the PTA meetings so my son's athleticism abilities should be the least of your concerns," I snapped at the middle woman criticizing the way mine and Louis' son, Miles, kicked the football across the field.

"At least I'm not working on my third parking ticket," she barked back.

"And at least I'm not working on my third marriage," I replied. I quickly got up from the stands to get a drink from the concession stands. I sipped the cool drink as I watched Louis couch the team to yet, another victory. 

Louis and I had a weird love story, there were ups and downs but he always brought out the best in me, and I always wanted to bring the best out in him. Together, we adopted a baby and named him Miles Drake Tomlinson. He had been born in Minnesota to a mom who couldn't love him because she wasn't ready to be a mother, but that's okay, because in the end me and Louis put all our love into him. He's our world, even after 10 years of us meeting down at the beach.

As for my parents, they continued with their divorce, but they co-parent really well with Miles' baby-aunt, Renee. Neither of my parents remarried, but within time I suppose they might try to get back out of the world. 

Niall and Liam got married as well, they're currently looking into adopting a child in need.

Gemma is still annoying but she's still my best friend. 

All these beautiful things happened because I took a chance.

And those chances led me to find the best happiness that I wouldn't give up for the world.