Epilogue

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*Your POV*

*3 years later*

"Babe! Have you seen my black boots?!" Harry calls from the bedroom.

"Did you check under the bed?!" I call back.

"Oh! Found them! Thank you!"

"Your welcome!"

Its the year 2018 and Harry's packing for another tour.

Let me inform you on the others.

Louis and Zoe finally got married 2 years ago and are very happy.

Liam and Danielle are married and Danielle is 3 months pregnant.

Zayn and Perrie are still happily married and have a 3 year old daughter named Diamond May Malik. Perrie is pregnant again, 5 months to be exact, but this time with a boy and they even have a name. Zeke Javadd Malik.

And last but not least, Niall and Y/F/N.

Niall and Y/F/N are happily married and are planning on having a baby after the tour.

"Well I think that's everything." Harry says coming into the kitchen where I'm at.

"You sure? Last time you forgot a bandana and had to come back to get it."

"Yes I'm sure. And I made sure that all my bandanas are packed."

"Good."

Harry wraps his arms around my waist and rests his arms on my baby bump.

Yup! I'm 7 months pregnant! With fraternal twins!

Their names are Darcy Anne Styles and Louis Edward Styles.

Zoe is dropping hints to Louis about kids and so far, Louis is oblivious.

Anyways, the boys are about to head off on their 2018 tour and won't be back for 6-8 months.

Harry promised me that he'll be here for the birth of our children, saying that nothing will keep him away.

"Breakfast is ready." I tell him.

He hums and pulls away.

"What is it?"

"Bacon and eggs."

He hums again and kisses my cheek.

He sits down at the table and I place his plate on the table.

"Thanks baby." he says.

"Your welcome."

I dish myself a plate and join him at the table.

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*At the airport*

"Be safe Haz." I say into his neck.

"I will. Do you still have that pepper spray I gave you?"

I nod.

"Always. Its in my purse."

"Good. Can't have anybody trying to harm my babies."

"What about me?" I ask pretending to be hurt.

He chuckles.

"You especially. Your the carrier."

I giggle and kiss his cheek.

"Flight 309 now boarding." comes the intercom lady.

"That's me."

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