P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 55.

A/N:

Hii, just pointing out.. again. PLEASE do not point out the mistakes I make throughout the chapters I write, it would be awesome if you guys just read and went with the flow bc tbh it kind of makes me not want to write anymore :(.. That's why it's been taking me so long to update this fanfiction because I kind of get put down by all the mistakes I make, and I think that none of you appreciate it at all. I just had to get that out.

PLEASE do not point out my mistakes, and make it seem like it's such a bad thing. This is all made up, and completely fiction. I could write about unicorns living in Neverland or something, but I choose to write something I've made up.

So I really do beg you guys dont point out all the mistakes bc its either meant to be there, or I havent realized until later. Positive comments is the key please :)

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* FIVE YEARS LATER *

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"Emma sweetheart, don't forget your backpack. And Tyler, same goes to you." I pointed.

"Mommy, mommy! Can I wear my sparkly shoes today?!" She grinned, jumping up and down.

"Yes, yes you can." I chuckled, both of then sitting in front of me as I put Tyler's converse on, and Emma's sparkly shoes.

"Remember, if mom isn't there to tie your shoe, what do you do?" I asked, as they pondered. I smiled in amusement.

"Um.. We ask the teacher?" Tyler guessed, me high fiving him.

"Yes! Yes, you do exactly that." I chuckled. "Well the school bus is here to pick you two up. Be good you two, alright?" I mumble, kissing both of them on the tops of their heads.

"Yes mommy! I love you!" Emma called.

"I love you too mom!" Tyler waves, me waving both of them off as they skip over to the school bus where the door is open.

The bus already had a few kids in it, me waving as I blew a kiss.

Walking back inside, I sighed. I was kind of used to the silence already, actually, it's been five years.

But then me and the kids would visit Gemma and Anne, and it made me happy to see them happy that the kids were growing up.

But then my thoughts led back to their father.

He didn't come back, not even visit. It was five years ago when he promised me he'd visit as soon as they stopped in London.

But then he was a no show.

I talked to him on the phone a few times throughout the five years, but we finally stopped talking, throughout this year.

It was December, probably the coldest it'll ever be right now.

I missed him, a lot. The sad part was, we kind of just both grew up.

One Direction was such a huge thing right now, it kind of hurt me seeing Harry on tv, speaking as if nothing has changed.

He never visited, never showed up again.

It was as if he forgot completely about me, the kids, our marriage..