The Decision || h.s.

Epilogue: Shades of Red and Pink

Epilogue: Shades of Red and Pink

*POV: Snow*

I laugh as I watch my little girl bounce around the room, her little dress flowing around her as she does twirls. She’s so happy and that’s all I could have ever wanted. She’s three now, bubbling around while her brother is spending time with their dad. I can’t wait to see them all dazzled up. I’m almost positive that I’ll cry.

The terrible two stage is finally over and I’m glad that they’re starting to grow up and be more curious about the world, though the “why” stage is quite tiring as well. They’re always asking questions that I sometimes just don’t have an answer to. Harry always tends to make up some funny response though that are friends laugh about when they hear. Oh man.

I can’t believe that Harry and I have stuck it out for just around four years now. I honestly never expected it. Lord knows that we have had our share of fights and they’ve never been pretty. I just think that Harry was either too love-struck or scared to fight with me in the beginning of the relationship. Now it’s just blossomed in to something beautiful though and I’m glad because we’re getting married.

Harry proposed to me in the fall during a rainy day. We had stayed in, exhausted from the kids. They were spending the night at Alee’s so we could finally relax and it was a wonderful experience. We just stayed inside and cuddled, drinking tea and cold coffee while under the covers. We just laughed, reliving old memories. He comforted me about my insecurities and stretch marks. I remember that I had just told him that only he and the kids would love me this way and he just frowned and said he thinks that he might know somebody else too. Then he pulled a cat out from behind his back and the tag said “marry me?” on it. I admit that it was cute and I was excited that he finally popped the question. Harry and I did end up having sex that night, but could you blame us? It was a happy moment and the kids weren’t home for once.

Now it’s spring and it’s our wedding day. Alice has stayed with us, her black wavy and unruly hair tied up for once. She insisted that she wore make-up so I let her put on some lipgloss and mascara, enlarging her green eyes. I’m glad that she got my eyes.

Damien on the other hand has these gorgeous brown eyes that frame his brown wavy hair perfectly. His hair took after mine too, upsetting Harry a bit. What can I say? I have some strong genes. I can’t wait to see him in his little tux. I really have to thank Madelyne and James for watching them so Harry and I can have a honeymoon. Granted, it’ll only be three days, but that’s enough for me. I don’t like being away from my children for too long.

“You guys ready?” Alee asks, her red dress flowing to her ankles. She hates that it’s so unrevealing, but I told her that children are attending and I’m sure her boyfriend doesn’t want the unwanted attention that it would cause her.

“Are we baby?” I ask my little girl.

“Yeah momma. Let’s go see Daddy,” she smiles and my heart pinches a bit. The thought of Zach still hurts a bit, but Alice knows her real daddy was a bad man and that Harry is a good father that will care for her. I think she adores him more than she does me. That’s okay though because Damien tends to be a momma’s boy too.

“Let’s go,” I smile, examining my dress and hair in the mirror one last time. The dress is a gorgeous halter top, showing just the right amount of cleavage. It’s pure white and hugs my body perfectly, especially the curves that I now have due to child labor. My hair is pulled up and out of my face except for one strand that’s curled in front of my face to the left. A red rose is placed in the many locks too. I have to admit that I look stunning. I bet Harry will look even more so.

Soon enough, I see my father outside the door, nearly crying. It’s not often that I see him since he’s gotten cancer from smoking, but I make sure to make every moment spent with him worth it. I’m just glad that he’s here to see this day. He loops his arm through mine as Alice bounces ahead in her pink dress, throwing rose petals around the walkway. My dad throws the veil down my face, kissing my cheek before we finally start walking. The crowd turn up is amazing and I know that we have a lot of photographers. None of them matter as I see my men though standing up on that alter.

Damien is in a cute little tux, a classical bowtie around his neck. His hair is unruly and everywhere like his fathers used to be. Hell, it’s almost the same lengths as his dad’s, down to his shoulders. I look down the row of groomsmen, laughing at Niall who’s making kissy faces at Alee. She just blushes, glaring at him. The moment is classic. Zayn was the best man, making me feel content. Anyone he would have chosen though would have done the job.

I then take a look at my bridesmaids, all of them in either red or pink strapless dresses. Madelyne was having a particularly hard time because she wanted to wear red, but her baby bump wouldn’t have had it. She’s due in three months and she’s blown up almost as bad as I did. I really do believe that pink fit the situation. Alee is standing next to my spot where I see the priest. Wow. This is really happening. Before I can even comprehend it, a hand is reaching out for mine.

I look up at the suitor, leaving my dad’s side before climbing up the two steps, careful not to fall. His fingers are covered in the three rings that I’m used to, but a new one is soon to claim the one on his left hand on his ring finger. Oh man. I look up, noticing the black tux that is on him. I’m surprised he has his shirt done all the way up and is in actual dress pants. His shirt is white under his jacket unlike the groomsmen who had red and pink. God do I hate the color pink, but I promised that Alice would have a say and that’s been her favorite color for a while.

Soon enough, I’m looking in to the gorgeous eyes of Harry, his face contorted the happiest I’ve ever seen him. This is really happening. Before I can even comprehend it, the rings are on our fingers and our vows have been said. I’m so distracted by those mesmerizing eyes and that captivating face that I can’t even remember it.

“You are now able to kiss your bride Mr. Styles,” the priest says and Harry takes no time in dipping me and pressing his lips to mine, sealing our fate together forever; I like the sound of that.

“Well Mrs. Styles, I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together,” Harry says and I love the ring that it has. I’ve always been made fun of for it, but now that it’s real it’s just wow.

“Neither can I baby,” I reply, kissing him again.

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A/N: Shitty wedding I suppose, but awe this is the end of Snarry. I hope you’ve enjoyed this long, boring, complex journey to end up here. Thank you for all the support no matter how shitty of a book this is. I love you guys loads. If you’re interested, I’m writing other books and you should check out my Louis one called “Therapy.” It’d mean a lot. I love you guys and thank you for sticking it out to the end. Bye

Alex xx