American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 75 - EPILOGUE

ANOTHER HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END

Make sure to read it, thanks !!

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3 years.

It's been 3 years since I left Harry.

And...I'm not depressed anymore! Yay!

Now. Well, now I'm standing in front of Harry's door because I've finally built up the courage to tell him that I still love him and that I'm finally ready to be with him, if he'll still have me.

It's been a long couple of years with a lot of sulking and trying to find the will to get out of bed, but here I am and I feel great.

Apart from the fact I could literally shit myself from nerves.

What if he's already taken and I just make a fool of myself? Or what if he moved and I'm at the wrong house? Shit, what's this address?

Ok, no. I just need to calm down. I can do this. I can do this. If he's taken, it's fine. We can still be friends. I mean, I'll internally be crying the whole time, but it could work out.

Hopefully Harry doesn't hate me because I kind of just said, 'Ayo, your hot and I love you, but I gotta go. K bye.'

He couldn't be that mad about that, right?

Nah...

I slowly bring up my shaky hand and knock on the door a few times, taking a deep breath and plaster a smile.

Nobody answers.

I furrow my eyebrows and knock again, nobody answering again. I sigh, realizing this was an awful idea and turning around to leave.

Right as I'm about to walk away and leave I hear the door open and quickly turning around, preparing myself to see Harry only to be utterly shocked.

"Oh." I say in shock.

"Emma? Hey, what are you doing here?" Camille asks, holding a box and looking out of breath.

This was the worst idea I've ever fucking had.

"Just- just thought I'd say hi to Harry after all these years." I shrug, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Oh, well he's not here right now. Actually we're moving." She says and my lips part.

"We're?" I ask, feeling my mouth go dry.

"Yeah, we're engaged." She says, showing me her hand and my heart drops to my stomach.

"Oh. C-congratulations." I nod, swallowing and trying not to curl into a ball and cry.

This is what I wanted, I wanted him to be happy and if that's with Camille, that's fine.

"Thank you. I was very dramatic and immature when we first started to date, but now we're together and it's great." She says with a smile on her perfect face and I nod.

"That's amazing, how'd it- how'd it happen?" I ask, clearing my throat.

"Well, he called me up about three years ago and we you know and he told me he was never over me, and I told him I wasn't over him. Then when we found out I was pregnant he proposed." She says, setting down the box and my jaw drops at the sight of her baby bump.

"W-wow." I shake my head in disbelief, looking at her bump.

"Six months along." She smiles.

He's happy and he's starting his family. So, I'm happy. This is what he deserves and Camille seems to have got over her toxic traits.