Who Says |.l.t.|

Epilogue

I never could remember what I felt towards Louis before I loved him. I knew I hated him, how could I forget that whole term of despise and hatred. But I couldn’t recall the feeling of it.

Not saying that’s a bad thing, it just captured my curiosity.

I always remembered, however, the look on his face as he died in my arms. I knew I was supposed to die then, but he’d saved me. He’d used his last ounce of life to save me, and for that I was eternally grateful.

I could never tell him though- for him it never happened. For him it will never happen until the very, very end, as his action created a paradox world- one that was never meant to have happened. But one that was an exemption to the universe.

One Direction did break up, as Louis had told me, 10 years after his older self died in my arms, and true to his word they all ended up exactly how he predicted- just with Eddie in their lives, and then Erica. Our little daughter.

Louis and I married, in the year 2016, and shortly after I fell pregnant again with Erica. She’s our precious princess, as at 36 weeks the doctors diagnosed her with autism, though when she was born she was diagnosed with a milder autism than had been expected. The press came down hard on her, and us, although once she joined a normal public school the attacks died down.

Eddie took on medical studies and got a PhD in psychology, taking up a job in his 20s as a private psychologist, in honour of his sister’s disability. He was the perfect big brother to her, and in time they both came to learn of Louis’ powers.

Erica always loved dancing, and it was such a joy when she got into London Academy of Music and Dramatic Arts, following that up with the opening of The Tomlinson School of Arts, where both Louis and I worked after his 6 year contract with Chelsea ran out; him as a drama teacher, me a singing teacher.

Neither child inherited Louis’ time travel; although Erica said several times she saw some things like ghosts of the past, we encouraged her to keep it quiet, to save her own neck. As a family, we all embraced her talent. She had enough reason to feel an outcast in this world.

Louis, and I lived out our last 10 years together in the Lake District- a quiet, calming place, and soon after that Harry and Liam joined us when their wives passed away, then Zayn and Perrie moved in too. Sadly Niall never joined us, as he died at the old age of 86. It felt like the world turned up for his funeral. It would have warmed his heart to know how many cared.

Louis and I lasted for what seemed like forever- but we all have to go at some point.

Harry outlived me and stuck by Louis-

For there was just one thing he had to do before he joined me…

The one thing that would ensure our life together.

Because we planned on growing up…

Together.