Lost Love [H.S]

epilogue I

I highly recommend playing the songs mentioned while you're reading, it really adds to the chapter!

22 July 2022

"How are you feeling?" Gemma asks me softly, dusting powder over my face with precision, not wanting to mess anything up.

My robe slips a little, my hand reaching to adjust it as my eyes open. "Nervous." I admit, watching her pull the fluffy brush away from my face with her brows raised in surprise.

"You're nervous?" She sounds shocked, "it's just Harry, I reckon he's the one shitting himself plus he has all three kids with him." She laughs, stepping closer once again only with a dainty brush in her hands a little eyeshadow palette.

"Yeah but he's also been waiting for this for a decade." I sigh, shutting my eyes so she can begin to do my eyeshadow.

"And... you haven't?" She sounds confused.

"I never thought I'd get to marry him, he left me for four years and now I'm nervous he's going to realise he could get someone better or something... I don't know." There's a lot of emotions swirling around my head, I'm excited but also completely terrified and also sad.

This is my last day that I'll share a surname with my father and it's relieving in the saddest way. The Bianchi surname dies with Posie and I, she wants to have her surname changed to Styles therefore neither of us can or will carry on the Bianchi surname.

And, I'm so fucking glad.

The surname, our family is tainted and with it gone I feel we can live in peace, feeling safer, like the associations with it vanish just like that.

"And, I have a dilemma." I open my eyes when I feel the brush leave my eyelid, seeing Gemma staring at me with a concerned look.

"What's your dilemma?" She whispers despite it only being us in the room, Amelia should be here any minute but right now it's just the two of us.

I take a deep breath, feeling sadness wash over me. "My dads not here to give me away... I was planning on asking Niall but I haven't found the opportunity yet and I'm nervous he'll say no."

Her face morphs into understanding and sympathy, "let me finish your eye makeup and then I'll go find him. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to walk you down the aisle, don't be nervous about asking." She reassures perfectly, it must run in the family because Harry is so good at reassuring people as well.

My eyes fall shut again, allowing her to begin to do eyeliner. We did a practice for this yesterday so she knows exactly what she's doing, there's no stress and I was desperate for today to be as stress free as possible.

We've rented out a villa nearby, that's where Harry is right now with pretty much everyone else and where he slept last night. I stayed here, in the villa that Harry and I made the move to buy. It's right on the beach front, overlooking where I grew up, where he proposed and where we are about to get married.