All My Life: A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 20

ONE YEAR LATER

My alarm awakened me to the song "A Thousand Years."

"An I have loved you for a thousand years, and I will love you for a thousand more."

Yeah, that's bullshit.

I slam by hand against the alarm clock turning the torturous song off. Songs like that with all their "Ooey gooey love" make me sick. I know the truth now. Love isn't real. What happens, is that you start off slowly and steadily then all of a sudden you rush into things and think life is just peachy. But, BAM. Your heart is shattered and life sucks.

So maybe I've changed since Harry left me. Maybe.

After I discovered the fact that Harry really did leave me, obviously I was crushed. I didn't know that one person could inflict so much pain on another. It wasn't fair for him to bring me up high, then drop me from the very top. I guess that's why they call it "falling" in love, because you fall so hard and end up getting broken.

Eventually, I learned to move on. Of course, I tried to reach Harry in the hope that he had a perfectly reasonable excuse and that everything would go back to how it was twenty four hours before. I called and called Harry, much to my dismay he didn't answer, but left a TEXT for me eight hours later telling me that he loved me and that he was off to fulfill his dream. Further on in the message, he said that he apologized for ending things like this. I guess the text was sort of like closure for me so that I could move on. Of course, that doesn't mean I really have, but I'm trying okay?

Now that Harry and I ended things, my life had pretty much been a deep pit of nothing. The usual routine went like this: Wake up, school. Come home, homework, bed. Then, on the weekends, I would go out with Emma and Shane, always feeling like the third wheel. I know they only wanted to make me feel better, but it felt worse for them to act like an in love couple in front of me. Lately, life hasn't been that great, and we all know why. One crucial puzzle piece in my life was missing, and apparently couldn't be replaced.

I truly wanted this boy out of my life forever, I hated him. Well, no I didn't. Okay, I'm not sure how I feel. But how can I get over him, when I see Harry's face around every corner? On billboards, magazines, books, TV, on the radio. All anyone would say is "One Direction this, One Direction that!" It's been hard to say the least.

After graduating high school, I started Uni out of Chesire, thank goodness.

So, on this wonderful morning, I found myself getting ready for yet another fun day in London. I left Holmes Chapel last year, hoping to get away from all of the memories of "he who must not be named." Yeah, lets call him that. I recently quit my job as a waiter in a little restaurant called "Fresh," to be hired at a boutique know as "Beautiful." This shop was much better than the restaurant considering I was surrounded by fabulous clothes instead of tempting food. This job was better for my style, as well as my weight.

It was an average day, thoughts of Harry being shoved to the back of my mind when I woke up, as usual. I dressed simply, with a messy bun and light makeup.

I stole a glance at the clock which read "9:13."

"Shit." I murmured under my breath.

I grabbed my leather purse and made my way out of my little flat. It wasn't much, but it was home now and that's what mattered.

As I made my way through the underground system know as the "Tube" I was shoved around at every turn.

"Damn holiday season..." I whispered. A homeless man looked up at me from his little nest of garbage. Of course, to him,that stuff was probably a life line or something. The man's cardboard sign said that he went broke from medical bills, and needed whatever I could spare. Being the tender hearted person I am, I tossed a five dollar bill in his direction and flashed a small smile. His toothless grin lit up my morning, knowing that I had helped someone who really needed it.

For once, my spirits were lifted as I continued navigating my way to my train.

As usual, happiness doesn't last forever, so my world shattered when I heard the familiar voice behind me.

"Quit Boobear, seriously!" That adorable laugh rings out behind me and I know. Harry is back. That voice was back. That laugh was back. Those hugs were back. And that fire burning passion for love is back. With all these things running through my mind, all I can think is, finally.

Hello my readers!

Two updates in one day, wow you guys are spoiled! Okay so, this is the end of the flashback. In the next chapter it'll be like "and that brings us to present time" or whatever. I really like this chapter for some reason! But basically I put so much into it so please please please vote/comment/fan for me? No one has done that except for one person who is a fan of me! If you are reading this, THANK YOU. I love you!

Okay I love you all!

Kisses xoxoxoxoxox

Sam