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Song for this chapter is below 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽
Can't Help Falling In Love by Elivs Presley (my personal favourite is the cover by 21 Pilots)

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5 years later...

S C A R L E T T 💣

   "Scarlett!"

  Harry yelled from across the room, making me frown lightly as I turned to face the direction I heard his voice in. He was standing there in his suit, trying to refrain himself from running his ring-clad fingers through his short hair that was gelled back. I excused myself from the newly weds, Louis and Liam, before taking Alek's hand in mine, and heading over to Harry.

He had a look of worry etched upon his face; dark brows sloped downwards over his gleaming green eyes. I was momentarily reminded of when he used to wear his lip ring and eyebrow piercing. He had taken it off a week before our wedding for reasons he never really told me. He had also cut his hair, and so did I, because I was trying to convince him to cut it since he looked like Chewbacca. But he said he'd only cut it if I would cut mine, so we did.

   "What's wrong?" I questioned with a chuckle, finding some amusement in his panicked state.

   "I can't find the twins," he muttered with a sigh, eyes darting around frantically.

   "They must be around the cake," I told him, before turning to try and spot out the giant wedding cake Louis and Liam had because they wanted to be extra.

  Surely enough, our twin girls were standing there; hand in hand while their free ones were poking at the cake, tasting the frosting. One of them scooped up some frosting and wiped it onto the other one's face, causing her to squeal loudly. Harry followed my gaze, a disapproving frown etching onto his face while he walked over to them. I followed him with a smile of amusement, letting Alek go to play with Xavier, Vicky's son.

   "Mabel, Amara," he called out sternly, earning the girls' attention.

  They both snapped their bright green eyes towards Harry, emitting a squeal of laughter when they saw their father approaching them.

   "Daddy!" they giggled together, raising their frosting covered hands up to beckon him over to carry them. Instead he just towered over them with a stern look on his face.

   "What did I say about touching the cake?" he questioned, crouching down to meet their eyes, even then he still couldn't. They were so tiny and he was like a giant compared to them.

   "I dunno," Amara giggled adorably, before reaching out to grab Harry's face with her hands. He immediately jerked his head back, but unfortunately she didn't miss, staining his face with the white buttercream frosting of the cake.

   "Amara," he growled in annoyance, picking her up and lifting her into the hair, his hands tucked under her armpits as he dangled her into the hair.

   "Daddy!" she said back with a bright grin, her dimples popping out, causing Harry to weaken and sigh with a smile.

   "Look at the mess you've made, baby girl," Harry muttered, holding her at his hip while he tried to wipe some of the frosting off her face with his hand.

   "Mama," Mabel called out from near me, gazing up at me with those gorgeous green eyes that looked just like Harry's.

  I quickly located some tissue from the nearby table, before bending down and taking Mabel's hands into mine, cleaning them up. I found myself reminiscing, playing the memories of my second pregnancy. Mabel and Amara were born around three years ago, while Alek was two years old. We got married around that time and we're pretty sure the twins were conceived on our wedding night. Accidentally of course. When I found out I was having twins, I thought I was scared, turns out Harry was even more terrified. He had just been getting the hang of being a parent, but I had accidentally gotten pregnant and was expecting twin girls. He almost fainted when he found out.

  But when they were born, Harry literally couldn't leave their side. He loved every one of our children to bits, but he held a special place in his heart for the twins. They were daddy's girls, obviously, whereas Alek got closer to me as they grew up, a little jealous that Harry was spending more time with the twins than he was with Alek. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard Harry cooing at Amara, nuzzling his nose against her cheek with a bright grin, causing her to giggle loudly.

   "Daddy," Mabel called out, pulling her hands from me and holding them up for Harry to carry her, clearly jealous from all the attention Amara was receiving.

  Harry chuckled when he noticed Mabel's pout face, shifting Amara to his right hip and ducking down to scoop Mabel up with one arm, holding the twins on each hip now. I moved to clean Amara's hands up while they debated over who was daddy's special girl.

   "Me!" Amara screeched, making Harry wince, especially when Mabel retaliated fiercely.

   "No! Me!" Mabel retorted, tiny hands flailing around as I chuckled under my breath.

   "Stop now both of you," he hushed them both, before gazing straight at me with a hint of a smirk curving into his lips. "Your momma will always be daddy's special girl."

   "Harry," I mumbled with flushed cheeks, eyes darting to the girls whom both held firm pouts on their face, clearly not understanding the dirty joke.

  He parted his lips to say something, but immediately stopped and frowned, before parting his lips and widening his eyes.

   "It's our song Scarlett!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Listen! I Wanna Be Yours! Wait here, I'm gonna find someone to look after these little demons."

  Just like that, Harry disappeared quickly. Running around frantically, but carefully, looking for someone to watch the twins for a couple of minutes. I watched him in the distance in amusement, chuckling when he thrusted Mabel into a confused Vlad's arms, who frowned deeply at the little girl in his hands. She giggled throwing her hands up and flailing them around. Mabel was such a people person. Amara however, wasn't one. Harry looked around for one person Amara loved to be carried by, before spotting him and pushing her into his hands. It was Dexter.

   "Okay, okay, let's go," Harry rushed back, panting lightly, grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the dance floor.

  We approached the half empty dance floor hand in hand, walking towards the middle before we both turned to face each other. A smile etched upon Harry's lips as he placed his hands on my waist and tugged my closer, my own lips curving into a gentle smile while I roped my arms over his broad shoulders. As the music played, we somewhat got caught up in our own thoughts, gazing at each other deeply as we pondered, probably over the same memory of when I introduced this song to him and he made that promise to me. The promise he kept after all these years.

   "You've been awfully quiet this evening," he said lowly, breaking the silence between us. "Something bothering your mind?"

   "Nothing at all," I shook my head with a slight smile. "Just been thinking about how far we've come."

   "Quite far," he mused, pursing his lips. "Two almost thirty retired assassins, raising three children; a pair of twin girls and a boy to be exact. Oh and we can't forget Ares of course. We're pretty much the opposite of what we were."

   "Mhmm how so?" I asked with a chuckle.

   "Well, we're not assassins anymore, meaning no killing and training every single day of our lives," he pointed out in an obvious tone, making me roll our eyes. "Also, we had more sex when we were assassins."

   "Again with you and the no sex thing!" I laughed out loud, earning a few looks from some relatives of Liam's, making me snap my mouth shut.

   "It's true," Harry hissed. "Every time we try to do anything, one of the little monsters just has to walk in!" he complained. "I'm horny Scarlett!"

   "I gave you a blowjob in the bathroom just an hour ago, stop whining you baby!"

   "Why did we ever decide to have three children?" he threw his head back with a frustrated groan. "Three children I so deeply love," he quickly added.

   "We never actually decided to have kids when having sex, it just happened. So fuck you and your sperm."

  He gaped at me and my words, while I rolled my lips inwards, trying not to laugh.

   "My sperm gave us the best thing that ever happened to us! Our kids!" he arched a brow at me, before frowning in thought, gazing up. "Well technically, it didn't because you're the best thing that happened to me-"

   "Harry, you cutie," I cooed at him, feeling my heart warm up at his words as I squished his cheeks and kissed his lips. "You've become much softer since then, for sure."

  He frowned at my words, clearly disagreeing with what I said.

   "I'll show you how soft I am when I take you again on our bed until I have your pussy ruptured."

  I tried not to show how deeply his words affected, feeling myself already pooling in my panties as he leaned forwards to rest his forehead against mine, breath fanning against my lips. He continued to talk dirty to me.

   "Close your eyes and imagine it," he murmured huskily, pulling me closer so his heart-shaped lips were by my ear and his arms were wrapped around my waist. "I'm gonna take you slow first, but deep, so that you can feel my tip hitting that sweet spot of yours, which makes you moan my name ever so loudly."

  My eyes fluttered shut, teeth tugging at my lower lip as he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear, his words making me grow hot and flustered. If anything, I wanted him to take me right there on the dance floor. But obviously the idea was absurd.

   "But then I'll start speeding up, gradually. You'll start to feel me pound into you, hard, and raw. The bed will start rocking, your p.ussy will start tightening around my c.ock, nails scratching my back as I begin to fuck you like there's no tomorrow," he continued to say as we swayed on the dance floor, hearing our song come to an end.

  "I'll tell you to hold it, hold onto me. But you just can't handle it. The pleasure is just too much, too good, you just have to release. But then," he paused, pulling back to gaze at me with a smirk. "I pull out."

   "What?"

  He simply gaze at me with a smirk, ducking down to press a soft kiss to my forehead, before leaving me on the dance floor, confused and flustered. My panties were soaking and I was majorly turned on after what he had said to me. I then realized that whatever he said wasn't going to happen because it's too risky and obviously our kids would hear since whatever he said wasn't going to be just a quiet quickie to satisfy our sexual needs.

  I felt the frustration and anger rise inside of me as my face contorted into a deep frown, immediately storming off to look for Harry. I assumed he went to find the twins again, or Alek, too paranoid to leave them alone with anyone for less than fifteen minutes. Unless of course, we're doing something dirty together then he doesn't mind leaving our children with friends at all.

  I frowned to myself when I couldn't find Harry, wondering how the hell did he just disappear like that so quickly. Spotting Louis and Liam in the distance, I immediately approached them, wondering if they knew where Harry was.

   "Guys, do you know where Harry is?" I questioned them, watching them both exchange a look at my words, sharing a laugh. "What?"

   "He's right there," Louis told me, ticking his head in my direction, somewhere behind me.

  I turned around, facing the dance floor, which was empty as there was no music playing at the moment. Then my eyes rose up to the stage where Harry was standing in front of a microphone. He looked up while tuning the guitar he had on him, a cheeky grin etching upon his lips as he gave me a little wave while I stood there with a gaping mouth. Harry hated singing in public. What the fuck was he doing up there?

   "Hi everyone," he mumbled awkwardly into the mike, making me chuckle a little before I felt something tugging at my dress.

   "Momma, is daddy gonna sing?" Alek asked me, gazing up at me with his hazel-green eyes with curiosity. I smiled and nodded, holding his hand. "Is he gonna sing that Ed Sheeran song?"

   "I don't know, baby," I told Alek honestly, before Harry started speaking again.

   "I don't usually perform publicly, but today is an exception," he continued to speak, curling his fingers around the neck of his guitar. "So, this song goes out to the newly weds, Louis and Liam, two of my closest friends, and of course my stunning wife, Scarlett!" he said, pointing at the loving couple before, gesturing to me with a proud smile, winking cheekily at me.

   "This song's called Can't Help Falling In Love With You, by Elvis Presley."

  He stepped back a bit, beginning to play the guitar and singing, as everyone in the ballroom grew quiet, mesmerized by his deep raspy voice.

   Wise men say

   Only fools rush in

   But I can't help falling in love with you

  His eyes were undoubtedly on me, and everyone noticed, murmuring quietly as Harry and I gazed into each other's eyes. His voice grew louder as he continued to sing, causing the audience to murmur in admiration as he sang beautifully.

   Shall I stay?

   Would it be a sin

   If I can't help falling in love with you?

  In that moment, a flood of memories bombarded me. I saw it all. Every moment I had spent with the man whom was singing to me on the stage right there; every single thing he had done to make me fall in love with him. Every kiss, hug, touch, and so much more. Every feud, every nightmare, every disaster around the corner, and every tear shed as a result of all that. I saw all our memories.

  I saw us kissing by the poolside and fighting over coffee. Food fights and elevator fights. Frozen yoghurt at 3 AM and In-Out burgers while encountering stupid exes. Surprise birthday parties and dancing in our underwear to Artic Monkeys. Late night cuddles after scary nightmares and Marley & Me. I saw the look on his face when I told him I loved him back, and when he saw me after those 7 horrible months, as well as when I woke up from my coma after falling off that building. All looks that had the emotion love in it.

  But amongst all of that I saw him. I saw skull tattoos and ring-clad fingers. Curly brown hair and bright green eyes. Dimples and piercings. I saw Harry, and that was what mattered to me the most, because he was my world. My everything.

  A tear rolled down my cheek as he sang the last verse, his words, his voice, his goddamn smile making my heart ache with happiness and love for him. The whole crowd joined in and so did I, watching him smile that dimpled smile for me as he sang.

   Take my hand

   Take my whole life, too

   For I can't help falling in love with you

  For I can't help falling in love with you

  I was brought out of my thoughts when the whole crowd erupted into applause, causing me to join along, clapping with blurry eyes and an adoring smile. He set his guitar down, rushing down the stage and across the dance floor towards me. People complimented him on his performance along the way, him pausing momentarily to say a few words to Liam and Louis before rushing towards me with a big smile. A laugh left my lips when he ran into me, arms coming around my waist as he pressed his lips against mine, muffling my laughter.

   "I saw you crying from up there," he mumbled against my lips, sliding his fingers into my short, cropped hair while I gazed up at him. "Why are you crying baby?"

   "Because I love you Harry," I said simply with a shake of my head, sniffling with the biggest grin on my face as his lips stretched out into a bright, happy smile at my words. "I fucking love you, Harry."

  "I love you Scarlett," he returned sweetly, ducking down to kiss my lips firmly before pulling back a little to murmur a word.

"Always."

   "Always."

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☠️ hope you guys liked that chapter even though it's kinda shit! (Sorry my self-esteem is low again)

Yes LILO got married

Yes Scarlett and Harry got married

Yes Harry and Scarlett have twin girls. I see u readers who wanted them to have a girl 👀

Fun fact: I planned Harry singing this song to Scarlett like ages ago and then the Another Man magazine came out and on that pic of that mixtape with Harry's fav songs was THIS SONG. So I freaked. I'm psychic. jk.

☠️ Once again imma add a chapter full of visuals so you'll see pics of the twins and the wedding dress and Alek and the honeymoon and all that jazz.

YOU GUYS THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER AND THEN IT'S THE EPILOGUE 😭😭😭😭

I can't

Until we meet again...