Guess Who? (Larry AU)

Chapter 30

A/N: So this it. The last chapter of Guess Who. I can't believe it. This is so amazing; I've had such a fantastic time writing this for you all. I'm sad to see it go. Well, thank you all SO SO SO much for your support. I hope you enjoy the last edition of Guess Who... Take it away Grace!

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Grace P.O.V.-

The treatment went swell. Blair was back to being shy little Blair. Dad was moving through the stages of grief swifter now that Kiersa, err… Mom, was here to whip his ass into gear whenever he became too mopey. Since Dad was going to be a single parent, Kiersa had suggested she move in and help finish raising us. Dad surprised everyone when he agreed. I remember the hatred in his blue eyes when he spoke of her in the story he and Daddy told Blair and I. It wasn’t fair to blame Mom though. She was hurting as well. She had lost someone she cared deeply for. No one saw that it seemed, but I did. That was the reason I kept her number all of those years. I never had the courage to call her considering the fact that she dumped us on Daddy and left. But when Blair was ill? That was all the push I needed.

Things were tense around the house at first. Kiersa and Dad had very different ideas on parenting. Dad usually won because of the whole “I raised them and I have legal rights” argument. What a cheat.

“Hey Grace, are you coming?” Blair called.

“Yeah, give me a second!” I called back to her. She told me she would wait in the car.

I dug through an old music box from my childhood when I found what I had been looking for. It was a ring. It was the engagement ring Harry had given to Louis a long time ago (at least that’s what I think happened). Harry had left it for me as a promise ring when I was older. I didn’t have a boyfriend, but it was a promise ring for something else. It was a promise to myself. It was a promise to make myself a priority, not in a selfish way, but as in valuing myself and no longer behaving like a Piper would. I had new goals in life.

With my family repairing itself and my heart intact, I glanced at the picture sitting on my nightstand. It was of both my dads when they were only a few years older than I. They were so young, happy, and full of life. That was my aspiration. I wanted to be like that. I wanted to be free of the flaws and imperfections. And if I dreamt it, I could do it.

*Ten  Years Later…*

Harry P.O.V.-

It’s funny how things turn out, you know? Things never go the way you plan, but I think that somehow it turns out the way things were meant to be all along even if it’s not what we want. I’ve been watching them, my family, for the past ten years. I’ve guarded them as an angel as I watched them grow up. I can tell you about them now, if you would like.

Let’s start with Grace. Ah, Grace. Fiercely loyal, just like her mother. Grace was tenacious, and I could tell from the moment I first laid eyes on her that she was her mother’s child. Grace had moved away to attend college at NYADA. At the age of 26, she was starring in her first Broadway production. She was to play Glinda in Wicked this spring. The whole family had front row seats. Grace was successful with plenty of friends to spare. She was happy without a man. Turns out she’s more independent than anyone gave her credit for. After high school, she dropped all of the guys and focused solely on making a future for herself. Grace had once quoted that she wasn’t the settling down type. I applauded her for the star she was. Who would’ve thought my little Grace would be such a hit?

Blair, I miss her. Since her treatment had gone well she went back to high school. She graduated Valedictorian and attended Yale. You’ll never guess who she married? On February 1, her and Daren Malik were married at the same church Louis and I were. Yes, Daren Malik, her tormentor for most of her schooling. Daren just needed to learn how to properly express his feelings for a woman. Now that I thought about it, Daren was the little baby Perrie was carrying when I had my procedure. They didn’t know his gender or his name. They did well. I applaud them as well. Speaking of babies, Blair and Daren have seven. Well not six babies, but six children. Their oldest are the triplets at age six, Holland, Rosie, and Charles. Kelsey is their four year old troublemaker followed by little Tyler in the terrible twos. Their youngest child had just been born a little over eleven months ago. Her name was Harley. I laughed when I heard Daren’s argument for a seventh child. He said the girls outnumbered the boys and it was only fair if they had another to even it out a little. Blair fell for it though because secretly she wanted another as well. She cherished being a mother, and her children were her everything. The seventh child had turned into the seventh and eighth when Blair realized they were having identical twins. The twin boys would go by the names of Elijah and Isaiah once they were born. Kiersa and Louis were there for every one of the births.

Kiersa, I’ll keep it short. After the twins moved out, Kiersa did so as well. She followed Grace to New York where she met and fell in love with a handsome actor by the name of Jared McCloud. It warms my heart to think that she was finally able to move on and thaw out her cold heart after all of those years.

After the divorce, Lottie and Liam parted ways. They had joint custody, so they saw each other sometimes when they dropped off the children. It saddened me when they split because I always pictured them like Louis and I… the forever kind of love. The real reason for their divorce was never discovered by Louis or anyone, but I knew. Lottie had ended it because she couldn’t stand to look at Liam anymore when all she saw was the man who betrayed her trust. It seems that when they first started dating he had only asked her out on a dare. It may not seem like a big deal, but to Lottie it was. It meant that he wasn’t loyal and he lied to her for over a decade. She couldn’t cope.

Dr. Malik and Perrie Malik were a normal couple. They came together normally, their relationship was normal, and their lives were normal. Nothing of interest happened to them. They had the classic “let’s-grow-old-together” lifestyle. I was glad they were granted that because at least one couple needed to be happy and only happy.

Louis, there’s so much to say about him. I could say that he moved on, but that would be lying. He did improve though. He finally stopped grieving at least. Some days it would get hard, and he would sit in our bedroom and whisper towards the ceiling that he was trying as hard as he could. Ten years later, Louis is free from all of his duties as a father, a spouse, and every other commitment that was holding him down. He still taught choir at the local high school where Grace and Blair had attended, and the passion for music had finally returned. Louis never fell in love again. It pains me in a way. He won’t have to fret for much longer though. He’ll see that I’ve been right here waiting for him all of these years. Oh look, what a surprise. There he comes now. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to hug him. I think I’ll do that now. We have so much to talk about.

Well that’s how it ends. The story of us. Our journey, our fight, our game. Even though it was terrifying, deadly, and at times hopeless, whenever we stopped asking ourselves “Guess who?” we started simply saying, “Me. I’m here, and I love you.” And that, I think, is a lesson the family will keep for a lifetime of generations to come.