Regain // h.s.

Epilogue

Epilogue

"And do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?" The ordained preacher of our local church was standing there looking at a pair of eyes waiting for the correct response that everyone had been waiting to hear. Some for more than ten and a half years.

A very famous, cheeky grin smiled over to a beautiful woman who stood there with tears threatening her eyes. She wouldn't let them dare to fall because she didn't want to ruin her perfectly done makeup. She wanted to be perfect, just like everything else about her. Her hair, her smile, her veil and even her gown which was a slender fit with lacy sleeves and some see-through parts of her lacy gown. She had a belt with a removable half skirt. The gown fit her perfectly in every way, just like she had always wanted it to do. "I do." He rubbed her hands to comfort her as he let all his nerves fly out the window with the soft breeze that blew lightly against everyone's faces.

The preacher cleared his throat. "And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you two wonderful souls shall live?" The woman smiled up at her future husband and let a stray tear fall down her face.

"I do."

A pair of soft green eyes peeked over to someone who had been staring right back, all I could do was smile. "Then by the holy power vested in me, I now pronounce you two husband and wife, and ladies and gentlemen may I present to you for the first time, Mr and Mrs Harry Styles." I felt a huge weight lift off my chest. "You may now kiss your bride," he announced with happiness.

You didn't have to tell my father twice, he swooped her up in his arms and planted a big kiss right on her lips. I smiled to James as we watched our parents walk down the aisle in sync followed by James and I and then the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The reception was one of the best-decorated places I had ever seen in my entire life. The gorgeous colours of soft purple and a light orange collided with ease as if you were watching a sunset. The fancy seating decorations and the one of a kind cake that no one else would ever have. Nothing could compare.

"Darcy, come here. We're going to take some family photos." My eyes glanced over at my dad who was wearing a very nice suit. He had recently cut off all his hair so it was slicked back to look very charming. Mum was standing beside him in her one of a kind beautiful wedding gown with James, Matt, Angel, Deacon and our youngest addition; Sharry. I joined in on the picture and wrapped my arms around Mum who in turn gave me a smile. "I love you, Darcy," she whispered to me as I glanced up at her and smiled.

The camera man cut in taking pictures. He got us on our free talks and then he even posed us. I thought the one of Mum and Dad standing together with their faces touching, his hand on her cheek as they were smiling to one another was the perfect one. It described their long awaited love for one another. Hell, I imagine it even described their relationship in general. Their love was eternal and everyone around them that knew them could tell. Mum's best friends were a part of her bridesmaid's team, Shay, Eleanor, and Danielle. They'd all told my mum that ever since they had met her they knew that she was the one for Harry because when she and Harry were together, you could almost feel their energies colliding in a sea of goofiness and love; something I had to feel to believe. And I had once I had them both in one room together.

"Next, I'll take a picture of the kids. Can we have the first set of twins please?" James and I looked over at each other and smiled. He held out his arm and I graciously accepted his offer. We stood where the camera man told us to and looked at each other. I started making faces at him like I used to do when I was younger. He laughed at me and I heard the click of the camera. We posed for a few more pictures of just us two and then the other kids had their turn. In the end, we all took a picture together. All the kids. The perfect creations of Harry and Sharissa, even though one child is only a creation of Sharissa.