The Lost Girl ||Final Book In The Starbucks Girl Series||

Epilogue

Bella was typing away on her computer as the printer continued to spit out paper. He brown hair was in a loose braid that went down her back. She was lounging in shorts and a tanktop as the doors to the deck were wide open, letting the warm summer air shine through. Everything seemed so peaceful. On Bella's left hand her engagement ring and her wedding ring were on her finger. The white desk she sat at was clean and organized. In the middle was her silver macbook, in the left corner was a small black lamp, on the other corner was a picture of her and Niall on their wedding day.

Although it had only been a few months ago, it felt like a lifetime ago. The wedding day had felt magical. They held it in a small church just outside of London. It had a gourgeos garden outside. The day had been sunny and warm. All of their families and close friends were there, including the boys, Emily, and Rebecca. Harry and Emily hadn't talked much since they broke up. They acted like nothing had happened between them before the wedding. Of course they were friends again. Emily hadn't found a guy yet, everyone was convinced that she was still into Harry. Harry...... Let's just say Harry is a whole nother story just waiting to be told.

Bella had found out just a few months ago that she was pregnant. At first Bella wasn't sure how Niall would react, but he was so happy. She knew that he was going to be a great Dad to whatever gender of kid they had. 

The boys were still together, and perfectly happy together. Zayn and Perrie had gotten married before Bella dn Niall, Louis was with Eleanor, but Liam was still single. When Bella thought about the fact that she had originally dated him made her feel weird. Nothing against Liam, it's just he is basically a brother to her now.  Since Niall had been on tour the past few months, Bella had decided to stay here in London. She had been wanting to get into writing for a while. So she decided to write a novel. Everything had been going well. A publisher had read the first draft and told me some things to change and said that she would look at it again once Bella had finished writing.

"Hey!" Niall called through the flat as he closed the front door. Bella smiled to herself as she grabbed a stack of papers that had just finished printing. "How is it going?" He asked Bella, entering the room.

"Good." She grinned. "I was just thinking of some more baby names" Bella grinned.

"I was thinking how about Niall junior?" Niall suggested. Bella couldn't tell if he was actually serious or not. Then Niall cracked a smile. "I'm just kidding. But if it is a boy, I was thinking Aiden or Cody?" He suggested. 

Bella grinned. "I love them! But, if it's a girl, I was thinking Lily or Cecelia" Bella had always loved those names. And since she had been writing her book, she had  been thinking a lot about names, especially since she new she was pregnant. Bella was really hoping for a daughter, and Niall was hoping for a son so he could have a mini Niall. 

"I think those names are perfect" He said wrapping his arms around her as she sat at her desk. His hands on her stomache. "To think that kid in there is going to be the kid that we raise" He said, his face full of joy. Niall had been so suportive over all of this. Bella was convinced he was more excited than her.

"Come on, Emily and Harry are waiting for us" Niall said, holding out his hand. Bella took it and stood up. Emily was visiting in London, and her and Harry had been catching up all day. Now the four of them were going to go grab some late lunch.

Bella and Niall left the room, leaving the room almost still. The window was wide open. A cool breeze swept through the room, rustling the papers that Bella had just stacked. The story that she had written. Over the past few months she had been using the time while Niall was on tour to write. She had been writting a book, about a girl who worked at a Starbucks and met a guy. This guy lead her to the one that she would spend the rest of her life with. The title page on the stack of papers read three simple words.

The Starbucks Girl