These Chapters of Our Lives ~ COMPLETED

Harmony’s POV
“Where am I?” I mutter. My head feels as if I’d been knocked out hard in the head. All I can see is white for miles in every direction.

“Hello, Harmony,” a deep voice speaks up from behind me. I spin around, instantly feeling more pounding in my head from the fast motion. I rub my forehead and turn to the two figures standing in front of me now. My jaw is dropped, and my eyes pop.

“Mom! Dad!” I jump up and embrace them both. I smile in our little group hug.

“Don’t forget about me,” another voice says. I open my eyes and squeal.

“Drew!” He joins the hug too, and for a minute or so, I almost feel complete. Then, I back up from the hug, realizing that something feels wrong. “What’s happening? Why am I here? What is here?”

“You’re dreaming, sweetie.” Mom chuckles, “You were always the best at dreaming.”

I frown, stepping forward just a little, afraid that if there’s too much of a distance, they’ll disappear and this dream will be over. Then, I start to tear up, knowing that I can’t stay in my dream world forever. Dad put his hand on my shoulder and I look up into his sorrowful eyes.

“We will always be with you, Dandelion. You are never alone.” He wipes away some of my tears.

Mom comes to stand by dad and rests her hand on my other shoulder. “Stop feeling so empty. We’re always here. The only person missing is him. Go. Start your lives together. We all approve.”

“And tell that ass he better take care of my baby sister or I’ll get him in his sleep,” Drew adds. I finally laugh, letting the last of my tears fall.

“I love you guys so much. I still don’t know who’s going to walk me down the aisle though,” I say.

Drew just shakes his head. “You don’t need anyone to walk you down the aisle, Har. However, if you still need someone to walk you down, I think you can decide.”

I smile shyly. “Thanks, Drew. You too,” I say to my parents.

“Well, you better get going before it’s too late,” mom tells me.

“We love you, Dandelion. Don’t you ever forget that,” dad adds.

“And Har… tell Talia that I still love her, and don’t forget my message to Harry,” Drew tells me. I laugh and nod, watching them all disappear before my eyes, and all I see is white.

I flutter my eyes open, staring at the blank ceiling with a smile on my face. I check my phone for the time. It’s 3:27; I’ve only been asleep for about 20 minutes. That gives me just enough time.

Harry’s POV
“Harry, are you sure you just want to stay here? I don’t think she’ll be back any time soon,” Louis tries to persuade me to leave. I don’t get why he even tries; I’ve laid out my reasoning.

“No, I’m just going to stay here for a little longer,” I tell him. He nods and walks out, telling me to call if I need anything, and finally leaving me alone.

I’m not really sure I understand why I’m not crying, breaking down, or showing any sad feelings – other than this morning. I just have faith that she’s okay, and she missed our wedding for a damn good reason. She will walk down that aisle; if not today, then another day. I could go a thousand years waiting for her.

I can just imagine how it will happen. The wedding march will begin to play, and the small crowd of only our closest friends and family will rise. Then, the church doors will open and she’ll be there, walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. I’ll be here, at the end of the aisle, waiting for her with a smile so big that I’ll lose feeling in my cheeks. Either that, or I’ll be looking like a fool with my jaw hanging open, in awe of her beauty – the second one sounds more like it.

It will be a magical day, whatever the day. It doesn’t really matter to me. All that matters is that the day will come, and I get to make her Mrs. Styles. I like the sound of that.

I lay there in silence mostly, hours passing by slowly without a care. My eyes don’t give in, and neither does my body. I just lay there, and then, very quietly may I add, the church door opens.

Harmony’s POV
“I should’ve worn a jacket…” I muttered, clinging onto my arms, holding my body for warmth. London weather never did like me, especially the winter weather. I clasp the bouquet in my hands a little tighter, insuring that they don’t fall. I have my fingers crossed that he’s still here, because that’s what everyone – mostly Louis – has texted me, even though I haven’t responded to any of them.

I got back at a perfect time of 11:29. It took me just minutes to hail a cab for home, change, and catch another cab here. I must be insane, but for a good reason.

I stumble forward a little in my heels as I jerk on a small patch of ice. Instinctly, I throw out my arms and catch my balance, letting myself take the cold rather than to fall. Once I’m fully still, I gather myself together and walk just a little bit slower, but not too slow.

Finally, I make it up to the outer doors and push them open, letting the transition between warm and cold consume me. The door shuts silently behind me, and I walk further into the lobby outside of the actual worship area until I’m in front of the only set of doors that separate me and – hopefully – him.

I gather up my strength down to every last numbing finger and push open the door. My gaze is at my feet, watching my every step carefully until I hear the door shut with just a small click. Then, an audible gasp.

I look up, and a ton of emotions go through me. I’m nervous, scared, excited, worried, anxious, and confused all at the same time. My heart is racing, but I slow down the emotions when I see his smile…



… and then all of the worry and nervousness slips away, so I shyly smile back.



I scrunch up a bit of my dress fabric in my hands to prevent from falling as I make my way to him. He, too, starts to walk slowly as if we’re in some sort of romance movie where the guy finally gets the girl in the end. We meet half way.

“I’m sorry I missed our wedding,” I whisper, finally breaking the lack of words.

Harry only shakes it off and leans closer so that our foreheads touch. He places his hands on my waist, and I position mine on his torso. “All that matters is that you’re here now.” His hot breath sends tingles to my lips. He leans in slowly, brushing his lips against mine. “I love you, Harmony.”

“I love you, too.” I finally bring my lips to his, enjoying the passion and the softness of it. Then the clock strikes midnight, shocking me a little and I pull back.

“What does it mean?” Harry asks me. I crinkle my brows, unsure of what he’s asking. “Listen to your heart. What is it telling you right now, at this very moment about us and what’s happening right now?”

I smile. “My heart is telling me to stop listening to some silly dreams.” He smiles too. “As long as my family doesn’t confuse me with these weird dreams, I’m ready to take on these chapters of our lives.”

Notes

As you may know, this is the official last chapter of These Chapters of Our Lives. It's really sad to think that I won't be writing about Harony anymore. However, don't unsubscribe just yet! An epilogue is on its way. All of the unknown details will be answered, including: how Drew died, what happened with Aunt Cory, and other stuff. Hopefully, I can have it up and finished by the end of this year (my time).

I love you guys! ~A