The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 27

Word count: 1012
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What makes a happily ever after?

A perfect family? The good guys win and bad guys loose?

I walked into the kitchen, smiling down at Harry and Edward. Harry- my husband, dressed in a suit with his now short hair combed back with gel.

He wore a perfect smile. So perfect, it looked plastic. Edward looked just like him, with a suit and neat hair. Darcy sat beside her brother with a grin as big and as fake as his.

Her blonde hair was curled into perfect ringlets. She wore a light blue summer dress with a white cardagain. I myself wore a short pink dress with white gloves. An old pearl necklace hung around my neck, and my hair was now shoulder length and curled to perfection.

I sat plates down in front of my family, still smiling as if my life depended on it. My smiled widened when Niall, Liam, and Louis walked in.

They wore crisp white suits, their hair was combed down, just like Harry's. Zayn followed after them, his suit was black but his hair was just as dull as theirs.

The whole house was lit up like a candle. Light poured in from the windows, making the day seem to last forever.

We all sat down at the table, wearing huge smiles. A huge, beautuful turkey sat in front of us, along with other delicious foods. We ate and laughed at everything and anything.

Everything was perfect. There was not a mistake to be found in this perfect world. All was well here.

I looked down to my plate. Suddenly the glorious meal placed in front of me turned to cold pizza on a paper plate. My smile finally dropped.

"Are you going to eat that, love?"

I slowly looked up at Zayn who was pointing to my plate. Instead of a beautiful feast, an old pizza box sat in the middle of the table.

Zayn wore a plain shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. Along with everyone else. They were wearing normal clothes. Their hair was going every which way, how it usually looked.

Darcy wore footie pajamas, as did Edward. I noticed that he was sitting in Harry's lap - who in fact, is not my husband. He was pulling his white and brown curls up into French braids.

I looked down into my lap to find that I was just wearing a long shirt with holes in it. My hair still reached my waist, dirty and matted down.

The kitchen was dark and silent as everyone stared at me. I quickly shook my head, allowing Zayn to snatch the piece of pizza away from me.

I breathed out shakily, realizing that I had been day dreaming. It was so real...so perfect.

"Niall, pancakes are ready." Liam spoke up, sliding some pancakes onto Niall's plate.

His smile grew when Louis poured a bunch of sugar onto the stack of fluffy cakes. He immediately dug into it, making everyone laugh.

I looked around, noticing how we would laugh at anything funny. We would hold onto it, cherish it. Because the next moment, it would go away.

Harry looked down to Edward as he finished braiding his hair. His emerald eyes slowly lifted to meet mine, his smiling fading. My lips parted, trembling slightly.

My head turned downwards painfully slow. My hands were balled up in my lap. I opened them back up, letting a lone tear escape the corner of my eye.

I had dug my nails so deep into my palms that they had begun to bleed. My arms were still transparent, yet you could see the blood on my hands and under my nails.

"Everything alright?"

"Hm?" I looked back up to Harry's concerned face before nodding and quickly wiping the tear on my cheek away. "Oh, yeah. Everything's fine." I flashed him a fake smile before looking back down to my hands.

I glanced up, looking at everyone around the table. My skin crawled from how cold and utterly dull the house was.

This was my reality. And because of this, I no longer believed in happily ever afters.

Perhaps the moral of this story will be that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it...some stories just don't have a happy ending.

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