We Met Online (L.S.) (Completed)

Epilogue (Shiall)

So, I've decided to wrap things up with this story because it's getting quite long. I'm going to have three epilogues, one for Larry, one for Ziam and one for Shiall.

I just wanted to say thank you for all the support I've gotten while writing this; I probably wouldn't have continued to write it otherwise. Tbh, I don't think my writing skills are that good, so I was really surprised at how many people liked this book.

Anyways... on to the epilogues!

~A

~ 1 year later ~

SHAWN

"Babe?" I called out as I walked into his apartment. "You in here?"

The place was silent, and I frowned. I knew that Niall was busy, but today was my birthday. I was hoping that he didn't forget.

I walked to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed with a sigh. We had been growing apart recently; the past week, he hadn't been around much anymore, always making excuses when I asked him to stay with me. As I snuggled into his pillow, breathing in his scent, I heard a rustling. I looked up to see a letter beside me. Furrowing my eyebrows, I opened the folded letter and began to read.

Dear Shawn,

I know I haven't been around that much this week, and I'm sure you're wondering why. Well, you'll have to wait a little bit longer to find out, because it's a surprise.

By the way, happy birthday! I can't believe it's been almost a year and a half with you. Time has flown by so fast. I love you so much, baby.

Niall

P.S. Come to (insert address here) at 7:30 p.m. Wear something nice!

I laughed in surprise. I should have expected Niall to do something like this. All of my bad mood instantly evaporated as I hugged the note to my chest.

I looked at the time. 4:45.

Panicking, I called Zayn. 

"Hello?" he answered quickly.

"Zayn! I need your help. Niall wants me to meet him at (insert address here) tonight, and I have no clue what to wear! I'm having a crisis!"

"Woah, calm down." Zayn chuckled. "Don't worry, yeah? I'll be there in 10."

With that, he hung up and I sighed in relief.

~

20 minutes later, Zayn and I were back at my apartment, with him looking through my closet.

"Shawn," he sighed. "Your fashion sense is horrible! You can't wear this stuff to where he's taking you! It's a fancy place."

I groaned. "I know, you don't need to rub it in. What do I do?"

Zayn pulled me up. "Come on, Shawnie. We're going to the mall."

~

"How's this?" I came out of the dressing room, after trying on my 14th suit.

Zayn eyes me skeptically. "Um... no."

I threw my hands in the air. "I'm lost! Is there anything that will live up to your taste?"

Zayn laughed. "Probably not, but- Oh."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"Look!" he squealed. "This one is perfect, oh my god, Shawn you have to put this one on!"