MOMENTS

EPILOGUE

Thank you to everyone who read this story, it means so much to me. :) It was my first ever, and naturally I dedicated it to the person, at the time, who was, I guess you could say, my favorite. I dunno, I loved writing this story, and I'm glad everyone else did. I'm so happy Emily was my first character, she's always going to have a special place in my heart. 

    Have you ever tried explaining to your mother that you're in love with a boy in a famous band? Well, try doing that, and then to all his fans as well. That was life with Harry, that was the reality of us. But in the end, we got through it.

    I delt with hate, I delt with encouragement, I delt with it all. But that was life, that was touring with One Direction - hell, that was something everybody went through, being famous or not. I felt Harry's arm wrap around my slim waist as he walked off stage, this concert being about the hundredth since he and I had gotten together. You get used to "What Makes You Beautiful" after a while, I promise.

    I laughed, turning my head and kissing him lightly. His lips were always so wonderfully unfamiliar to me, the way they meshed with my mouth, the way they gave me butterflies as always. He smiled against my lips, something I had also gotten so used to. It was insane to think we'd been together for three years, and even more insane to think that his fans were still so crazy about him. 

   "You gotta come on stage, babe!" He exclaimed, pulling my arm excitedly. I shook my head, laughing.

   "There's still fans out there! They'll attack me!" I laughed. He shook his head, pulling me with determination. I sighed, giving in. If he wanted me to die this way, so be it. 

   Harry lead me onto the stage, thousands of girls screaming loudly as he did so. Yeah, this was his fan base. Three years on top, crazy, right? I think so, too. But really, what else could you expect from Harry Styles, no, what else could you expect from One Direction? Five crazy boys with so much god damn talent. 

   Harry pulled me out to the middle of the stage, grabbing a mic that was still set up perfectly on a stand. I looked at it in his hand, it was shaking more than normal. Maybe stage gitters never really do ever go away, and it's just that you learn to compose yourself a little more with time.

   "Emily," Harry said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at his wide smile, something I loved greatly, his dimples were so prominent. "I've loved you since the day I met you, and right here, right now, in front of thousands of girls, I have a question to ask you," He continued, dropping down on one knee.

   A Mic was suddenly placed in my hand, as the words, "Oh Harry," escaped my lips. I looked to see a random stage hand running off as fast as he could, a wide grin on his face. I turned back to Harry, who also had a shy grin on his face. I smiled back at him, bringing my hands up to my face.

   "Will you marry me?" He asked. Tears began leaking from my eyes, and a gasped yes escaped from my lips. Harry stood up, and I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, our lips crashing against each other's.

   It took me a while to hear the cheering,the thousands of girls laughing and screaming happily, the white noise of the fans being happy for us. I smiled out at them, still wrapped around Harry, my arm coming up from around his neck and waving. They cheered more, making me laugh.

   "Everyone, My fiance Emily," Harry announced, before carrying me off stage.

    "I love you so much," I whipsered into his ear.

    "Louis is gonna be so mad," He responded.

This is my life, and I love it. These are our Moments.