VALERIE

EPILOGUE

“Come on baby, let’s find you something to wear or you’ll be late for class.” I say as I stand up and tug her hands along before pulling her up to stand. She stands behind me as I start perusing in her wardrobe, flipping hanger after hanger for anything she can wear for the day.

Valerie has been enrolled in London College of Fashion for three months now, studying Fashion Design as it is what she was aiming for ever since. We also moved to a bigger place—I converted my bachelor pad into a child-friendlier structure— considering that we are expecting an addition to our family. Valerie, as excited as she was, already got started on renovating one room into a nursery. I still laugh at how apprehensive she was when we found out she was pregnant, then next day she already came up with a blueprint of how the little Harry or Valerie’s room is going to look like.

However, my mates did much better than that. Valerie and I were surprised as fuck when they came visiting with bags of diapers, feeding bottles and other baby stuff—which we would like to think was just a joke but Niall said they were quite serious about it.

Just four months passed after I found Valerie standing at the doorstep of our old flat with her suitcase in tow, saying she’s not going to New York anymore, a lot of things have already changed after that. Everything is just nothing but happy. We did bicker once in a while at that span of time, but we’re happy—even much happier after finding out the big news.

I wouldn’t change anything.

After having her agreed on a bright yellow dress that is quite bigger, she then pulls the article over her head and asks for help with the zipper at the back. Knowing she’d like to pair it with black tights, I grab one from the bottom draw and hand it to her as she sits down on a small chair and she slips it on both her legs. I also get her black combat boots from the rack and place it down next to her. After clearing the scattered clothes from the floor, I exit the walk-in closet telling her I’ll wait for her outside as I still have to get the car from our garage.

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Valerie’s POV

“I’ll pick you up at two, okay baby?” Harry tells me after we pull up to a lot in front of my college and kills the engine of our car.

I always knew that I am going to pursue Fashion Design with or without my parent’s help, and now here I am finally making my dreams come true step after another step, supporting myself with the money I earned from modelling and from working under Modest! Management.  

I thought pretending as Harry’s girlfriend at the beginning wouldn’t result to any good thing, especially because we always argued over small things. But seeing now that I am happily settled in with him, plus we’re both expecting our own bundle of joy in about more than eight months, I couldn’t help but be thankful because everything’s just going our way.

“Okay,” I say, giving him few curt nods. He then reaches for the backseat to grab my bag and folders before handing them all to me.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to your class?” He asks for the nth time. Since he found out that he is going to be a father, he started developing this annoying obsession for not allowing me to carry things for myself although they’re not that heavy. My belly isn’t even obvious yet, and he’s already acting like I’m on labour.

“Harry, I can manage, okay? Just stop worrying.” I tell him, chuckling at myself while I am busy organizing the stuffs over my lap.

“Okay, fine. Call me when you need anything.” I pay him a quick glance as he speaks. Although I don’t need to do that, I just press my lips together to hum affirmatively while nodding.