The House Next Door [One Direction]

COMPLETED: One Direction: Harry Styles/OC - Victoria lives next door to her best-friend Jeremy. Jeremy lives with his friends Dan and Gemma. Gemma's brother comes to visit with his friends. Having nine people crowded into two houses was never going to be easy, but it was always preferable to the alternative.


20. Epilogue: Just The Beginning


Here it is: the long awaited epilogue. I don't know if i've mentioned it before, but i am currently not doing a sequel to the story, unless I feel like it once all my other stories are completed. In the meantime, here is the final chapter of this story. Happy reading, and as always, don't forget to comment and vote!

Epilogue: Just The Beginning

Victoria’s hand smoothed over her impeccably styled hair yet again, before peering at her face in the mirror, checking to see if the lipstick had rubbed off in the thirty seconds that had elapsed since she had last checked it.

Suddenly, without warning, the door of her bedroom was wrenched open and Gemma’s voice begun to reverberate off the walls.

“You are not in your dress yet!” she cried, rushing in as quickly as her three-inch heels would allow her to. “I have just seen the guys, and believe it or not, they are completely ready to go thanks to Mum. What on Earth have you been doing the whole time that I was over there?”

“Nothing all that important,” mumbled Victoria, hoping that Gemma did not hear what she said. Unfortunately for Victoria, Gemma did hear what she said.

“I can see that,” she retorted as she bustled around to the bed, picking up Victoria’s dress from where it lay untouched on the pale blue of the bedcovers.

“You know,” replied Victoria, peeling off her satin robe. “The last time I checked, this is my wedding day, and you seem much more stressed than what I am.”

Gemma kicked off her highly impractical shoes, and held the back of the dress open for Victoria to step into.

“And the last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who kept looking into mirror every five seconds, making sure that everything is perfect. You look fine, sweetie. Your hair is lovely, and your make up is in place. Just be a good girl and step into your dress so that we can get going before anyone on the street can see us.”

Victoria obeyed, but much to her consternation, she still found herself fiddling with the ring on the third finger of her left hand. Dozens of miniscule diamonds were embedded into the surface of the white-gold band, gently refracting any light that hit the ring, illuminating it at the same time.

Gemma’s nimble fingers worked quickly at the zipper on the back of the dress, and Victoria felt herself having to suck in her stomach slightly as Gemma encased her torso with the bodice of it. Eyes travelling down her own body, Victoria could not be more pleased with what she saw.

The ruched, white chiffon of the bodice pinched her waist in impressively, after which the many layers of the skirt fell to the floor in a tiers. A satin, deep-purple coloured ribbon encircled her waist, bringing out the cornflower blue of her eyes and adding just the right amount of colour to her already glowing complexion.

Her hand reached into her hair once more, ensuring the comb holding the veil in place was secure enough, and not being weighed down too much by length and weight of the fabric. The top of her hair was neatly pinned back, away from her face, and the remainder of her chocolate brown tresses were left loose, gentle curls cascading down her back.

Some non-descript noise began to intrude into Victoria’s ruminations as Gemma’s phone began to ring. Victoria only half-listened as she picked up her bouquet from its resting place, and gazed with a keen eye into the various purple and white flowers, ensuring each flower was exactly in place, and that the purple ribbon, matching that of her dress, was secure enough.

“So, that means that we need to be leaving in about fifteen minutes.... yes, we’re ready to go... does he have the rings? Alright! I won’t ask again! Ok, Mum, talk to you later” spoke Gemma quickly into the phone as she fiddled with the hem of her own lavender-coloured silk dress.

Ending the call, Gemma turned her attention back to Victoria, eyes sweeping over her one final time.

“You look so beautiful...I think I’m going to cry!”

At this, Victoria snapped out of her trance and rushed over to a slightly teary Gemma, carefully pulling her into a hug so that neither of their dresses would be wrinkled.

“No, don’t cry! You’ll ruin your make up, and I don’t want wedding photos where your face is all blotchy. I’m also pretty sure you don’t want to see photos of yourself like that, either.”

“You’re right,” replied Gemma as she dabbed at the corner of her eye with the tip of her finger. “You usually, let’s get a look at you and make sure you are completely ready. Hair and veil: check. Make up: check. Dress and Shoes: check. Jewellery: check. Perfume?”

Gemma sniffed at the air surrounding Victoria.

“Nope. Where is the bottle of... aha! Here it is. Wrists, please.”

Victoria obediently held out her wrists and watched with amusement as Gemma flitted around her, spritzing her with the perfume until she almost felt dizzy from the scent that was now overpowering the room.

“Now, don’t you worry about anything. Mum and I have it all sorted... oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Gemma cried, watching Victoria’s face crumple as she spoke.

“It’s nothing, I’m just being silly,” replied Victoria as she dried her nose with the tissue that Gemma quickly handed to her.

“I can tell it’s not nothing,” said Gemma, hands on hips and her usual bossy self came to the fore. “Come on lovely, you can tell me, what’s bothering you?”

“I just wish that my Mum and Dad were here to see me get married. I wish that it was my Mum that was flitting about getting things organised. She would have loved all of this – not just in the sense that any parent would love to see their child get married, but she loved to party and have fun. Organising this would have been right up her alley. Of course, I appreciate everything that you and Anne have done for me, I really do, but it would have been nice to have my own Mum here, and Dad too. He would have relished the opportunity to give Harry the typical ‘friendly Dad warning’ about treating me right, and also to walk me down the aisle.”

Gemma put her arms around her friend, and soon to be sister-in-law, pulling her into a firm hug.

“Your parents sound like such lovely people, and I’m sorry that they can’t be here in person to share your special day, but I’ve been told that people who are important to us like to hang around for awhile, and watch over us. I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that your Mum and Dad will be here today, watching over you, and making sure that you have a day that is better than what you could have ever hoped for. Now, dry those tears, while I go and check if the car has arrived!”


The thick wooden door of Victoria’s bedroom made it difficult to hear anything that happened on the other side of it, however, she could just about make out a couple of soft voices travelling up the stairs and to her ears.

‘Gemma must be talking to the driver of the car,’ thought Victoria absently, as she stood from where she had perched herself on the edge of the bed. Running a hand over her backside, she smoothed out any wrinkles that may have resulted from her having sat down on the fabric.

However, the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs outside her room confused her. If it was the driver, shouldn’t he wait for them downstairs?

Contradicting the weighty footfalls on the stairs, the knock at the door was much softer and more timid.

“Come in?” asked Victoria, feeling some trepidation as she spoke.

The door opened, and the cheeky face of Jem immediately popped around the side.

“Hey, Toto!” he said cheerfully, except Victoria could still hear the slightly anxious edge to his voice. “Ready for your big day?”

Somewhat forcing a smile, for Jeremy’s sake, Victoria replied.

“Yeah, I guess I am ready.”

“You guess?”

“Ok, I’m positive I am ready to do this,” she said, feeling more confident in herself as she spoke. “I am ready to become Mrs Victoria Styles.”


Thankfully, the driveway of the manor house was lengthy, and it gave Victoria ample time to collect her scattered thoughts. Millions of thoughts were buzzing through her head, and she barely had the time to acknowledge them, let alone continue them onto any reasonable thought tangent. Jeremy must have been have been feeling similarly anxious, as he was unusually quiet the whole journey.

The car came to a stand-still in front of the main stairs of the house. Gazing out of the window, Victoria looked up at the front of the venue. A large manor house stood, pride-of-place, amongst the sloping hills of the English countryside. In Victoria’s opinion it was the epitome of elegance, and she had made up her mind about having her wedding here, even before she and Harry had left the car when they viewed it for the first time as a potential venue.

In the meantime, the driver had arrived at her door, opening it for her, arm outstretched and ready should she require any assistance. The sweet smell of spring flowers scented the air, permeating into Victoria’s nostrils. The lavender, in particular, seemed to have a calming effect on her.

Carefully putting one stylishly-shod foot onto the gravel path, Victoria climbed out of the 1963 Rolls Royce, grasping onto the chauffeurs hand for support. Jeremy was immediately around to her side of the car, ensuring that the fabric of her wedding dress was not caught either in or on the car.

Jeremy linked his arm into Victoria’s, clasping her hand in his.

“Ready, babe?” he asked softly as they were led up the front stairs, and through the front door of the house.

“Mhmm,” replied Victoria, feeling much more confident about this with every step that she took. The clicking of her heels echoed across the cast halls as she and Jem edged closer and closer to the double doors that led into the back garden where the wedding ceremony would be held.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Victoria attempted to peer out into the garden, but found her vision obscured by the crisp white curtains that were hanging there. The fabric billowed gently in the light breeze, and she could just catch a glimpse of chair legs and shoes.

Gemma had arrived in the car separate to Victoria, with the small daughter of a family friend who was playing the part of flower-girl. The pair of them were now standing to the side of Victoria and Jeremy, and Victoria could not help but grin at the obviously excited little girl.

“Are you excited, Olivia? You get to go down the aisle first!”

Olivia looked up at Victoria, sharing her joy with a wide smile.

“Gemma said that I have to throw the flower petals on the ground, so that you can walk on them, just like in my princess story.”

“That’s right. It’s a very important job! Don’t worry about anything, Gemma will be right behind you the whole time,” said Victoria, winking at Gemma as she moved to be in the correct position for them to walk down the aisle.

There was one doorman to either side of the double doors, and each swung his open to reveal the true beauty of the perfectly landscaped gardens. Dozens of white chairs were segregated down the middle by an aisle of white fabric. The traditional strains of Pachalbel’s Canon in D filled the air, and without any hesitation Olivia was practically skipping down the aisle, scattering the pale purple flower petals as she went.

Settling a demure smile on her face, Gemma waited until Olivia was halfway down the aisle before walking down herself, somewhat more sedately than the five-year-old flower-girl, towards where Harry and Louis, his best-man, were standing at the very end.

It was finally time.

Victoria heard the music change, and a general shift was apparent in the air as the guests stood to welcome the bride. She felt a gentle tug at her elbow, and Jeremy silently encouraged her to walk forward, into the sunlight and smiles of the waiting guests.

Blanking out all other faces, Victoria focused only on the one that mattered most: Harry. He stood at the end of the aisle, underneath the lavishly decorated rotunda, dimples more pronounced than ever as he gazed lovingly at his bride, having eyes only for her.

As she and Jeremy reached the end of the aisle, she felt Jeremy’s grip on her slacken. Instead, he lightly grasped her hand and placed it into Harry’s now outstretched hand.

“Take good care of her mate,” Jeremy quietly whispered to Harry so that no one else, but Victoria, could hear.

“I will,” replied Harry, the smile on his face more pronounced than ever.

Feeling reassured, Jeremy completely let go of Victoria and took his place next to Louis.

Victoria heard the guests take their seats behind her, but she paid very little attention to them. For the first time in her life, Victoria felt like everything had fallen into place. Gemma’s words to her earlier that morning had taken hold, and she truly believed that even though her parents could not be there to celebrate her wedding in person, they were there in spirit, and that was all that mattered.

The celebrant talked briefly about the importance of mutual respect, and devotion to one another before proceeding to the actual vows.

“Harry, repeat after me... I, Harry Edward, take thee, Victoria Louise, to be my  lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.

Victoria repeated those words, as she pledged herself to Harry, reversing their names where appropriate.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in congratulating the new Mr Harry and Mrs Victoria Styles!”

They were married, and just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over; but the happy couple knew that it was only the beginning.


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