wow. ok so this book skips a lot of time,
so in a way this is the last chapter, and the next is an epilouge,
or! this is the second to last one.
Whatever floats your boat.
So, hows your life?
I can't fucking BELIEVE this is almost done.
Check out my next story, all falls down,
which is up now,
new characters, same old 1D, but!
It's better constructed, and they're all young again!
Yay to youth!
I love you all more than you can grasp.
Eloise xx
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That awesome moment when you're sitting on the opposite side of a courtoom from your son, am I right or am I right?
I'm wrong.
It went for a few days, brilliantly boring it was. I answered questions politely, but I let my lawyer do the fighting. I was tempted to inverine and explain to everyone how fucking stupid this was, how I really wanted to go make a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich and go home for lunch with my kids.
But if I did that, I'd lose. So instead I had to wait for a recess to eat, and who knows how far away that is.
"Blah blah blah blah my client mr styles shit words that are all lies blah blah blah"
Said Harry's lawyer, as Harry sat back with a smirk.
"You're all fucking wrong let me explain to you how stupid this whole thing is and how little a claim he has to their life you shit heads blah blah blah"
Said my lawyer, as I did my soduku puzzle, Niall sitting next to me and telling me where to put the 5. It was a very difficult puzzle.
"ooh, put the four there."
"nah there's already one in that box."
"Damn."
Isabelle was on the stand, so it was bad that I was doing this, but if I was paying attention, then I'd probably lose it. So Niall was smart and brought my suduko.
"Oh! There! Right there Niall, right?"
"No there's a five... nope there."
"Told ya."
And then I got called to the stand and had to answer questions about Harry and my kids and my relationship with Niall that Harry was trying to say was abusive, which was absolute bull. Actually, if anything I abused Niall.
There was that one time where I threw his laundry out the window... Well you get it. Then Henry got up there and eluded, while only stating facts, that Niall hit me once. I didn't know that high fives qualified as abuse these days, my son.
I was mad at Henry, this is true. But hey, he's my son. At the end of the day I will drag him across the ocean by his ears.
Finally, the jury ruled this.
25% goes to Harry, he gets them for part of the summer, which is real powerful for the next two years. Considering they're going to be doing these project things that will get them into college.
25% to Niall, which makes sense, if you think about it. I mean, we technically shared ours, so it's all well. He's their dad, end of story.
50% to me, for pushing them out of my vagina, and raising them.
