Bad Girl
Epilogue (17 Years Later)
- Prim's POV -
I watch the five boys that I have know for over 17 years. They are on stage doing another reunion concert, but what amuses me is that of all the concerts I remember, there were teenage girls in the audience. But now there's women, in their twenties, or even thirties like me. The last song played in this concert, 'In The End', from the last album they made, 'British Love', comes to a stop after the beautiful piano that my husband had made himself. Liam was so proud when after weeks of artist's block, he finally found it, the wrap up to the last song One Direction will ever create.
As the boys thank the fans for being there for them, I sit down, exhausted from constantly getting up and pacing the back stage for five hours. I hear the shift of people moving to the exits. I smile when Liam's the first to enter the back.
"You were wonderful out there." I say as he leans down to hug me. He beams. The rest of the group is doing something on their phones, and they all grin and laugh at the same time. "Whatcha doing over there boys?"
"Nothing!" Louis yells, so unconvincing. I roll my eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, preggers. Or I'll spill your secret." I shoot a 'shut up'! glance at him. "Oops! I guess I just did!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. Let's back track a little. You're pregnant!?" Harry asks, amazed. I nod, biting my lower lip. "That's awesome! Then I'm going to be an uncle!"
"Hey! Don't forget me!"
"And me!"
"I is gonna be an uncle to!" Louis shouts the loudest.
"And I'm going to be a father." Liam kisses me softly.
I smile, and whisper: "I love you."
I watch the five boys that I have know for over 17 years. They are on stage doing another reunion concert, but what amuses me is that of all the concerts I remember, there were teenage girls in the audience. But now there's women, in their twenties, or even thirties like me. The last song played in this concert, 'In The End', from the last album they made, 'British Love', comes to a stop after the beautiful piano that my husband had made himself. Liam was so proud when after weeks of artist's block, he finally found it, the wrap up to the last song One Direction will ever create.
As the boys thank the fans for being there for them, I sit down, exhausted from constantly getting up and pacing the back stage for five hours. I hear the shift of people moving to the exits. I smile when Liam's the first to enter the back.
"You were wonderful out there." I say as he leans down to hug me. He beams. The rest of the group is doing something on their phones, and they all grin and laugh at the same time. "Whatcha doing over there boys?"
"Nothing!" Louis yells, so unconvincing. I roll my eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, preggers. Or I'll spill your secret." I shoot a 'shut up'! glance at him. "Oops! I guess I just did!"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. Let's back track a little. You're pregnant!?" Harry asks, amazed. I nod, biting my lower lip. "That's awesome! Then I'm going to be an uncle!"
"Hey! Don't forget me!"
"And me!"
"I is gonna be an uncle to!" Louis shouts the loudest.
"And I'm going to be a father." Liam kisses me softly.
I smile, and whisper: "I love you."
Notes
Aww it's the end. I'll begin mourning now....No, but seriously guys.
I have the new story up!
When Dreams Meet Reality
GO READ IT PLEASE.
I love you, have a wonderful day, my lovely pickles.
http://www.onedirectionfanfiction.org/Story/15529/When-Dreams-Meet-Reality/
10/5/13