The Weeks After. Epilogue: Part 3 • Harry

                                    

                                          
*** A/N: Welcome back! As promised, here is the final Epilogue from Harry's POV of The Weeks Between. This chapter is taken from a week of time in the future. Twenty years  (1043 weeks) in the future, to be exact. For the most part, Harry is going to tell you about the girls and Nola is going to tell you about the boys. Sadly, there will be no photographs, as I want you to imagine your own versions of all of the Styles family members as adults (plus, editing those would be quite a massive undertaking and I don't like to project what I think Harry will look like in twenty years).
Happy Reading!
••••• May 2044- Amelia: 27 years old
"After twenty-two years of marriage, I shouldn't be surprised that you're running late, but to our own daughters rehearsal dinner? Mia is going to skin you alive."
"She's the one who forgot the gifts, hence WHY we are running late." Nola is zipping around the living room of Mia's tiny Paris apartment, which is currently in a state of absolute chaos. "AHA!" she squeals, holding up the little basket of wrapped boxes. I prop the door open with my body and tap my foot impatiently while she gives the space a quick over once more. Then, she rushes out the door and I follow, looking down at my watch to see that we are two minutes from the rehearsal starting. That would be fine if we didn't have at least a twenty minute drive to get there.
The driver is waiting outside, well aware of our tardiness, so she takes off as soon as we close the door and drives across the city with a heavy foot on the pedal.  I text my daughter a very short apology and give her our new ETA, and all I get back is a red steaming head emoji. After catching her breath, my beautiful wife turns to me. "I can't believe she's getting married tomorrow."
"Why not? They've been together forever. Lottie's been married for almost as many years as they've been together and Hattie..."
She shakes her head and interrupts me. "I know. I just didn't see Mia doing the whole marriage thing." She turns from me and looks out her side of the car. I turn to look out my own window, watching the droplets of water run together due to the speed of the car. I can't help but think about how upset our daughter probably is about the rain so close to her outdoor wedding ceremony tomorrow afternoon (though I'm sure she is currently more upset about having to wait on us). I understand what Nola is feeling. It's not that I can't see Mia getting married, but that's because I can't see anything other than her and Lottie in their matching berets from our first trip to Paris together when they were still in nursery school.
"I thought you liked Nathan?" I love Nathan. The two of them have been together for over five years and he took his time to make sure it was right before he proposed. He's been with her through a move to New York City and back to Paris, through winning and losing contracts with different ballet companies, all the while living together and learning how to be decent humans to one another. He asks our advice, loves her siblings, fits into the family like he was born into it and keeps Mia happy. Keeping her happy is the most important part and he has more than proven himself on that front.
"I do like Nathan. I just didn't think..." I reach across the car to offer my hand to her. "I don't know why this one is so much harder."
"Because we just got her back and she's moving away again." It was true. She was only back in Paris (which is the closest she's been in a couple years) for three months before she auditioned with the Royal Ballet. She won a spot, so they will be moving to London right after the wedding. Yes, we still keep a house there, but we aren't in London very often these days, with Gemma and her family in Italy now as well. For the last ten years, or so, we've made our home in Italy- near Rome.
"You didn't get her back. She was in Paris and she's just moving to London. It's not that much farther to go to London to see her."
"But she'll be married. She'll be busy with her life. Like Hattie and Lottie are." I can see the tears welling up and I reach over to brush them away before they get a chance to fall down on to her outfit.