My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Epilogue

Epilogue. Harry

"No!" I screamed, "Darcy Elizabeth, in the name of all that is good in this world, please. Do. Not. Drop. That. Ring."

My daughter, only six years old, held a very expensive wedding band in her small little hands over the toilet. I've already lost two. I really don't want to lose this one because I cannot handle the craziness that is my children when their mother goes out.

I heard the door open and close.

Darcy gasped. "Mommy!" She threw her hands up excitedly, flinging the ring in the air. It seemed to float for a few seconds as I stood up and missed it but an inch. It dropped in the toilet, back far enough to where even if I was insane enough to reach in and grab it, I still wouldn't be able to touch it.

"Oops," Darcy said. Even when I was completely pissed off, I couldn't help but notice how adorable that little girl was.

"Shit," I muttered quietly.

Suddenly I heard one of the babies crying. I groaned and raced into the nursery to find Cassidy bending over to pick our little Benjamin Anthony up. She smiled over at me while I leaned against the doorframe and sighed.

As if they were programmed as one, the other twin, Melanie Grace, started crying as well. I quickly walked up to her and snatched her from her crib.

Cassy laughed. "Having trouble, sweetheart?"

"Maybe a little," I replied, "Oh, we have to get me another ring. Again."

Her eyes widened as she asked, "What happened this time?"

I sighed. "Darcy was having a bit of fun. She got excited when she heard the door and tossed it up in the air on accident." She laughed.

"Sorry," she replied. She made her way towards me. She placed her hand on my cheek and kissed me lightly. "I love you."

Poof. All of the stress was gone. It didn't matter if I had the ring or not. What mattered was what it meant. It meant I was married to the most amazing and wonderful girl ever. I had three amazing kids, and still had the four best mates you could ever ask for.

Darcy ran up as Cassidy was putting Benjamin down. She jumped up and down, eager for her Mother to pick her up.

"Mommy! Mommy," she squealed. She bent over and picked her up as Darcy asked, "Mommy, what's a 'shit'?"

Cassidy's eyes went wide and her mouth was agape. Her angry gaze fell on me.

"Yeah," I muttered, "I might have let choice word or two slip while you were gone." She reached over and grabbed a pillow and chunked it at me. I dodged it easily. "Hey! I'm holding a baby!"

"Harry Edward!" she yelled, "Darcy, do not say that again, okay?"

"Yes m'am," she answered with a smile. Cass sighed and looked back to me.

"Try to be more careful, please?" she asked me.

I nodded. "I will. Promise." I smiled impishly, trying not to laugh. She rolled her eyes.

"They're gonna be here in half an hour. Do you think you can watch them for a few more minutes while I get everything ready?" she requested, still a little peeved. I nodded. "Good. I mean it, Styles. Watch your mouth in front of the kids."

I chuckled as I sat Melanie back down next to her brother. I walked over to her, grabbing Darcy and telling her to go play for a second.

"Can I watch my mouth do this in front of the kids?" I asked, pressing my lips to hers as my arms wrapped around her waist. She wouldn't kiss back, playing mad. "Come on, babe. You can't be mad at me forever." I smiled playfully. She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly. Finally, her arms wrapped around my neck, and I placed my lips back onto hers. "I love you, Angel."

She smiled against my mouth and muttered, "I love you, Harry." She pulled away and headed into the kitchen.

You wouldn't believe it had been ten years. I was still just as much in love with her as I was when I was twenty, and she was sixteen. That feeling wouldn't ever go away. Not in this lifetime.

Cassidy

The doorbell rang.

"Harry!" I yelled through the house, "They're here!"

Darcy raced in the room first, soon followed by my gorgeous husband and adorable babies. I smiled.

I walked up to the door and opened it expectantly. Not expectantly enough. Stefanie squealed loudly and nearly knocked me over. I hugged her tightly in return. I saw Liam smile over her shoulder. He held my nephew. Ryan Andrew Payne. If I hadn't had a son of my own, I would say he was the cutest baby boy in the world, but of course I do.

"I've missed you so much!" she said. She pulled back and looked over at Harry, pulling him and the twins into a hug.

I opened my arms widely and squeezed my big brother tightly. "We missed you guys too, and this little guy is just getting to look more and more like his Daddy everyday." Liam was smiling proudly down at him. He loved that little boy so much.

"Yeah," he replied, "Can you believe he's already almost a year?" I shook my head.

"Not at all," I said, "It's already been two months since the twins were born too. Time flies." He nodded in agreement.

Soon after they arrived, Louis and Eleanor showed up. Then Niall and Kaylyn with their own little addition. Lily Noel. She was so precious, and Niall absolutely adored her. She was definitely going to be a Daddy's girl.

Zayn and Perrie showed up a little late, as usual. Perrie's six month bump quite a bit more prominent than when they first told us they were expecting.

I was the happiest girl in the world. In my little bubble of blissful perfection that nothing could pop. As long as everyone was safe and healthy, my life was completely perfect.

Yes, the boys were still together, and even after fifteen years of One Direction, they were still number one on the charts. They were still best friends, still the jokers and idiots they've always been. Other than maturing from the responsibility of having a family, they really hadn't changed.

We had to be the luckiest and happiest people on the planet. We had plenty of money, amazing friends, beautiful children, and of course I had Harry. The man of my dreams as much today as he was yesterday and all of the days, months, and years before. I was in love and had people who loved me.

Nothing gets better than this.