His girl; Sequel to SNA

Epilogue - 11th February 2014

We were back at the park near Hotel 41.

It was the time when the stars were sprinkled across the blanket of navy blue sky, gleaming independently.

“So here we are. Just us.” Niall whispered, as if he was scared to break the silence.

“Here we are.” My fingers moved closer towards his, and squeezed his hands reassuringly.

“A lot has happened since then.” Niall commented, turning his head towards me.

I stared into his deep blue eyes. They’d aged, as had he, but they were still the same ones I fell for years ago.

“But after all that’s happened, we’re still here. In love.”

Niall and I shuffled closer.

My left arm was supporting my body on the stubbly grass, while the other arm slid around Niall’s shoulders in a loving embrace.

We stared at each other for quite some time, smiling like the lovesick fools we were.

In his eyes I could see all the memories we shared, all the promises we made.

He held up my hand and kissed the ring finger, with the promise ring on it.

I leaned in.

He leaned in.

We kissed, slowly, seemingly endless as Niall held me tighter.

Sparks flew as our lips connected, and Niall and I pulled back, smiling again.

“I will love you infinitely, longer than the time we have on earth, and longer than the stars are in the sky.” I whispered into his neck.

“I will always love you, until my heart stops beating and the sea runs dry.” He lowered his voice, “…more than I love myself, because without you, I would not be myself. At all.”

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“Mum, how should I end it?” My fifteen year old daughter, Zara, wrote in her notebook the last line of our story.

Niall came in with a cup of tea in one hand and his other hand ruffling his blonde hair, with streaks of grey at the roots.

He flashed me a smile and kissed me on the lips, and Zara on the forehead.

“Are you writing down our story?” Niall asked.

It’d been about twenty years since Niall and I first met, and I had been retelling the tale to our beautiful daughter.

Zara lifted her pen and scribbled down the final paragraph: ‘And so our story goes – maybe to be recycled for the future generation. I suppose I don’t quite know that, yet. But what I do know is that love is infinite. Love is not only meant to be felt: love is meant to be given. It is the utmost form of kindness and sincerity and emotion, and we were made to share this energy with someone else.

And as I reminisced those past years, I realised that there was no change: in Niall, or myself.

He was still the fun Irish man I’d fallen for, and I, well, I was still Olivia: hopelessly, madly, and happily in love’

“Should I put a full stop?” She asked, looking at me with eyes similar to her fathers’, and blonde hair much like mine.

Niall shook his head and answered in his fatherly voice, “No. Because that would mean it was the end.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist, “And it’s not.”

I rubbed my round belly, which held another of God’s wonderful creations.

Mine and Niall’s soon to be born baby boy.

We all hugged as a family as the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, are my uncles here?” Zara asked excitedly.

“Yeah, go let them in.” I told her as she peeked out the window to see Louis and Eleanor, Harry and Cara, Liam and Danielle and Zayn and Rose.

Zara bounded down the stairs, leaving Niall and me together, alone.

Niall rubbed my tummy gently and bent down, pressing his ear against it.

I felt a little kick.

“Niall! Did you feel that? It’s our little boy.”

Niall grinned wider than ever and kissed me.

His eyes had never become dull, and his promise to me had never broken.

“This isn’t the end of our story yet, princess.” He kissed my forehead and hugged me.

I giggled like I was young Olivia again.

“You’re my knight in shining armour. You saved me.” I whispered quietly.

Niall stroked my cheek tenderly, “Come on, the boys are waiting.”

The night was filled with laughter and reminiscing.

Zayn and Liam’s two 15 year old daughters, Elle and Faye, gossiped with Zara, whilst Louis and Harry’s two 16 year old boys, Jay and Charlie, talked to Alex’s 15 year old son, Will.

I looked at Zara and saw her looking at Charlie.

He had Harry’s curly hair and green eyes, and that same cheeky wit about him.

I smiled a little, but kept it to myself.

He signalled with his head to the door, and she shyly stood up, a smile on her face.

I nudged Niall and watched as their fingers interlocked.

“Look, Niall, our little girl’s growing up.”

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A/N - Finally

the end.

A bit of a different ending to what I'd originally planned, but it concludes His Girl.

As I said in the previous chapter, thank you.

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