Epilogue

Harri's POV

"I wish she would just give it a rest."

"I kinda feel sorry for her," I reply while stirring my drink with my straw.

Jazz's eyes almost burst out of her head, "are you seriously, H?"

"Yes, Jazz. I am."

"Harri, she made our life hell for years and now she thinks we're besties," she sighs.

I look across the cafeteria to Cleo's table. She looks up and waves a little too enthusiastically causing me to choke on my drink as I try and stifle my laughter.

I'll admit its a bit much. I mean I'm used to dealing with Jazz's extraness but this is next level. Although it is interesting to see how in just a few short months just how much things have changed.

"Yeah well, we're not. I think she's just looking for acceptance," I say trying to justify Cleo's recent change in attitude.

Jazz scoffs making no attempt to hide her contempt, "don't be so gullible, H. You know exactly why she's suddenly being nice."

She's right. I know she is. Cleo's not the only one. Since that day in the theatre everyone has been so much nicer. It's nauseating but it has given me a little bit of perspective. I think I am really starting to understand why SJ did what he did. It really is hard to know who your true friends are when everyone seems to have an agenda.

"Anyway enough about that," I grin. "Are you excited? The boys will be home tomorrow. Their tour has finally finished. Just in time for the Summer break."

"I guess," she mumbles taking a pack of gummy worms from her bag.

I look at the bag and back at Jazz. "You guess? What the frappe, Jazz? Are you two fighting again?"

"It's his fault!" she protests.

I can't help smirking. "Oh yeah, and what happened this time?" Every second day it's the same thing with these two. They're always arguing. They're as bad as each other. "Was it the weak chin thing again?"

"No, not exactly," she huffs as I raise my brows encouraging her to continue. Her hands fly in the air. Her still present bangles clanging as loudly as ever. Save for the lone sterling silver bangle on her right wrist. A gift from Jax, engraved with his name and a heart. A token to celebrate their three months. An apparent a relationship record for either of them.

"We can't all be like you and SJ. You're so sweet to each other it makes me sick. Like I actually want to vomit when I see you two together," she continues while pretending to gag.

"Gee that's nice."

"You know what I mean," she replies as if that justifies her response.

"I don't get it, Jazz. Like how can you enjoy fighting?"

Though she tries hard to hold it in a groan escapes her lips, "Harri, it's not the fighting that I enjoy." I wait for her to go on but in typical Jazz fashion she pauses for dramatic effect, "it's the making up."

"Ewww. I don't want to know," I laugh shoving my fingers in my ears.

There is no denying the chemistry Jazz and Jax have. It's been like that since the day they meet at the fundraiser and over the last few months that has only grown stronger. They're really the nauseating ones. The only reprieve is when they're fighting. Which just happens to be always. Then again, they're just a quick to make up. They can barely keep their hands off each other whenever the boys come home for a weekend or so, every few weeks. Which doesn't really bother me since it means they're preoccupied enough to leave SJ and I alone.

I just wish everyone else would too. Not going to lie, it's been intense. Ever since that day I've had people following me around. Girls wanting to be my friends and even boys wanting to try it on. Some days Jazz and I laugh about it. Others, it gets to me.

I've even had to get Theo to rescue me after a group of paps swarmed Betty's cafe a few days after 'that day' as it has become known at school. He has kind of become my own personal bodyguard, a role which he laps up. He even bought himself a black t-shirt that says 'security' across it in big white letters from eBay. Luckily for me the idiot bought it about ten sizes too small so he can't even get it over his arms.

He still pines after Jazz but I think even he knows that you don't mess with what Jax and her have. Although he has taken an interest in the twin's sister, Carmen. And her friends Mandy, Candy, and Brandy, because well, some things never change. And at the end of the day Theo will always be Theo.

Surprisingly, and I am still trying to work out if it is a good thing, but he has become quite good friends with the SJ and the rest of the boys. Sometimes I have drag SJ away from him and the Xbox and remind him he is home to see me not Theo, but truthfully I don't really mind....well sometimes I do.

Mum loves SJ of course, and I love his Mum. And his sister Peyton is really just the sweetest. She's like the sister I never had, and despite being younger than me she's teaching me how to wear makeup. And if it's one thing I've learnt it's that eyebrows are the one thing you can get in shape without exercising and that suits me just fine.

"Harri, are you still with me?"

I look up and see Jazz's appalled face. "See I told you, you two are disgusting."

"What?" I ask innocently, pretending as if I hadn't just zoned off into my own little world.

"Don't give me that shiitake. I know where your mind went just then. You're thinking about him. Stop it! It's gross!" she huffs somewhat playfully.

I don't deny it. He's all I can think of. I thought this feeling would have worn off by now but it hasn't. If anything it's stronger. It's crap when he's not here. Like I've lost half myself. To make the time pass quicker when he's not here, or to torture myself, I set countdowns for when I'll see him next. I open my phone to check the timer. Only eighteen hours, twenty-three minutes and a fitting thirty-four seconds until I see him next. But who is counting?

SJ's POV

I check my count down timer and put my phone back in my pocket, trying hard to hide the smile from the boys. Beckett catches me and nods in acknowledgement but says nothing.

"Can't believe the tour is done," Luca sighs looking out the window of the car on our way to the airport.

Rafa slaps him on the leg leaving a red welt in the shape of his hand. "You're always so sentimental, Luca. Tell me you're not looking forward to a few days off and sleeping in?"

"Of course I am," Luca answers while rubbing at the mark. "As long as you plan on sleeping in your own bed," he chuckles slapping Rafa back in the same place on his leg so now they have matching welts.

Rafa's mouth drops open indignantly, "me? You're the one who insisted on sharing my bed after we watched IT last week, cos you were scared."

"Give it a rest you two," Jax laughs. "You're as bad as each other. You were both scared. Don't even try and deny it."

Luca throws his hands in the air, "I'm not denying it. And wouldn't you be? Seriously it gave me flashbacks to that time this twit trapped me in the human hunting net and came at me from the woods dressed as a killer clown."

Rafa laughs fondly at the memory, while Beckett looks shocked at the thought. "There is a video if you want to see it?" Luca offers, sensing Beckett's disbelief.

"Umm no," he answers sternly causing the four of us to crack up. He rolls his eyes but knows better than to argue when we're in moods like this. For everything Beckett is, he knows how to take a joke. And despite the clean-cut look that his mother has tried so hard to portray he can be just as bad as the rest of us.

Jax gives Beckett a sympathetic pat on his shoulder, "always the Dad."

Beckett grins cheekily, "you say that like it's a bad thing."

"Of course not... Daddy," Jax manages to squeeze out between fits of laughter as we pull up at the airport.

"Exactly," murmurs Beckett. "I'm the Daddy."

The look on Jax's face is a cross between shock and pride. But he rebounds quickly, "Aww, Sen. Would you look at the that. Our boy is finally growing up," he taunts as we get our bags from the back of the car.

Beckett stands just that little bit taller and puffs out his chest gleefully. Sensing an opening Jax playfully punches him the stomach before ducking and avoiding Beckett's right hook. "You're lucky you're short," he teases knowing how Jax feels about his height.

A car pulls up behind us and Zander gets out making his way directly over to us. "Now boys, I want you to take these few weeks off and really relax." Admittedly, Zander wasn't very impressed reading about our impromptu concert at Harri's school over Twitter. And he was less impressed at my love declaration calling it 'my first scandal.' But when he saw a rise in record sales he admitted that it overall it probably wasn't a bad thing. Especially when we released Unguarded as a single and it went straight to number one.

But that didn't stop us being lectured about the need to pass everything through him, you know in case we were breaching contracts and so forth. Something I considered to be a minor price to pay. Jax, on the other hand, hates lectures. They're like his own personal torture. I don't see the big deal but I guess he just hates being told what to do. Always has and I am guessing always will. I know deep down he appreciates Zander as a parental figure. Even more so now that his Mum has taken off with his Step-Dad, leaving his siblings to live with his Aunty but that doesn't stop him giving him attitude.

During one of our last PIFA sessions I told him that despite him thinking he does, he doesn't always know what's best, and sometimes it is better to agree for the sake of avoiding an argument rather than always trying to be right.  And as we stand at the airport dropoff I shoot Jax a look, subtly telling him to nod and smile at Zander's impending sermon. Thankfully, he dutifully obliges. Shoving his hands in his pockets he looks straight at the ground saving us from an extended lecture that no doubt would not have ended until after our plane had taken off.

It seems Jax is learning. At least with Zander.

Someone he needs to learn to do this with is Jazz since those two are always arguing. But the again arguing seems to work... for them. Honestly, despite all that shiitake with his Mum I have never seen him happier. He even told me he loves her. But he hasn't told her yet.

The fans have noticed too. Though some think Harri and Jazz are something they call 'beards', or fake girlfriends to cover up for the Sax rumours, most seem to have embraced the girls and recognise how happy we are. They've even given us ship names. Harri and I are Serri and Jax and Jazz are JJ.

I look up at Zander, who seems to be coming to the end of his spiel and grunt out a "Yes, Zander," in tune with the boys. We take this as our cue to leave and make our way to the waiting plane.

"And gentlemen...," he calls out behind us. We turn back towards him only to see him wearing the cheesiest smile, "I can't wait to do it all again for the next one!"

As we take our seats ready to take the last flight of the tour I look over to see Beckett setting himself up with his ugly neck pillow that he brings everywhere because he refuses to use the freshly laundered airplane pillows, and a bottle of hand sanitizer which he places on his table tray next to his writing pad and pencil. The twins arguing over which movie to watch and Jax feverishly texting apologies to Jazz. He looks up at me with a smile, letting me know that despite it all he is immensely happy.

The world, finally, seems to make sense.

I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes and think about the last year. For everything that has happened I wouldn't even hesitate it doing it all over again. Even if it meant another lecture. Even if it meant lying to Harri. And even if it meant reliving the heartache of our 'break up' all over again. And I'd like to think the boys would be into it too. Not that that will ever be needed because I've found my queen.

Then again, the twins are still single...

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Author's Note:

Hello, Hi, G'Day, Hola, Hallo, Ciao, gorgeous people of Wattpad.

So that's it. Secret Identity is done. Competed. Finetto.

I'm happy and sad, and hope you all enjoy the ending.... well the ending for this book. I'm not ruling out a sequel 😬. Tour anyone?

Also, sorry it's taken so long between updates. Had a lot going on behind the scenes that's taken a lot of my mental energy, but as they say, one day at a time.

But we've made here and I thank you allllll so much for sticking with me. You're all amazing.

I will now be going through and editing everything and catching up on the all the amazing stories I've missed in the last three weeks.

If you entered into The Watty's I wish you the best of luck. It would be awesome if we could all be shortlisted together.

PEACE ✌️LOVE 💜 and UNICORNS 🦄

- Trudz

(Also I'm working on new story, which I hope to start publishing soon, so don't leave me)