Opposites ~ n.h (rewriting)

Epilogue.

-10 years later -

Luna's POV

I'm married, with two lovely childeren. A boy named Thomas Liam who is 4 years old and a little girl named Charlotte Eleanor who's just 4 months. I live in London and have the job of my dreams. My husband and I take care of the kids together and he's very supporting about my oncomfortable working hours. In the weekends we often go out and have fun with the children while we also take a break from parenting and spend time with just the two of us as our kids stay at one of their grandparents' houses.

Liam is happily married to Sophia and I'm an aunt to four little munchkins. They had a boy, then a girl and then twins, which are two boys. I have never solved the problem with him and my parents, but they know we found each other and that we're getting along great. They just never had the heart to get back in contact with him, not that Liam wanted them to anyway.

Though I have everything I could ever dream of, kids, husband, cosy little home, a brother and good contact with my parents, I still lie when someone asks me if I'm happy. I know it sounds ungrateful, but I can't be happy when I mourn every single day.

I didn't marry the man I was supposed to marry. I married my best friend. I married Harry because he is the only one who understands that I can't love anyone as much as I loved Niall. He's the only one who understands that I will grieve for the rest of my life because I never got the life I wanted with him. I got it with someone who was supposed to marry a woman that truly loves him.

I love Harry, don't get me wrong. But Niall will always be in the way. He will always have my heart no matter how far away he is. It's been 10 years and I till blink away tears when I see the picture of me, him and Liz on our cabinet in the hallway.

Thomas will be going to school in a few years and it makes me emotional if I think about how much he's grown up. It seems like yesterday that I was still pregnant from him. He looks like his father so much. Just like his dad used to have, he's got blond hair. His eyes are a bright blue-green colour and the same cheeky smile is on his face.

Charlotte is more a mix of the both of us. She has my brown hair and smile and her dads eyes.The same green as her brother's. Charlotte is growing fast and is an easy child. Never cries much and is great at entertaining herself, just like Thomas. Something me and Harry also have in common.

Liz has grown into a beautiful young lady. She's 18 now. Studying at Manchester University, she's studying English Liturature, something she's been really interested in from a young age. She often comes here, since she sees me as her parent, her only one since Niall isn't here anymore. We also often go to Ireland to see her brother and Denise.

If someone ever asks me if I knew Niall would commit suicide I tell them I knew. I knew it when I visited him for the first time in the clinic. Something was off. I saw all the signs yet I chose to ignore them, convincing myself he was just having a hard time getting off the drugs. I will always remain to feel guilty about that. I've been in therapy for years, I've been told so many times but no one succeeded in actually convincing me that his death wasn't my fault.

I know that it was his choice to end his life and I know that I had nothing to do with it. But I might have been able to stop it. If I reacted to the signs I was seeing. But I didn't and I will carry that decision with me for the rest of my life.

I have spend a lovely 7 months with him and our relationship grew from hatred to unconditional love in a matter of weeks. We may have not known each other for ages but we both knew that us being together was just right. It was meant to be and somehow it made sense. We clashed like opposites but somehow fit perfectly. I always compare it to an outfit, it just makes it easier to explain.