Dandelion ||h.s au (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

Charlize

I was sitting on the branch of a cherry blossom tree which I had constantly visited in the cherry blossom field.

It's been two years.

Two years since I lost him, and myself.

Because I am nothing but a memory in peoples' minds, a subject of discussion among people, all except Harry Styles.

He doesn't remember me, and I can do nothing about it.

Because he woke up with Amnesia.

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I walked through the woods, towards his house with the sound of Autumn leaves crackling and crunching under my feet.

Unlike every other day, his window was open today. He'd normally keep it closed, from what I've found out in the past few weeks.

I ignored the open window and proceeded to the roof, which had become my spot two months ago from now.

Up here, I'd find peace, and I would find myself noticing the unnoticeable, which humanity had no 'valuable' time to do so.

It made me realize that people are so busy in life, so bust that they don't notice the life of every drop of water, every plant sapling, every cry of a baby bird, and the sound of plants; which all sums up to nature.

I like how dandelions work. Once a gush of wind hits the delicate flower, the seeds separate, leaving their family whom they might've known for a day, maybe hours, or even wee minutes. They fly to tomorrow, to the future. There will be a time when the one, single seed finally lands on a parts of it's vast birth land, which isn't foreign content. There will be a while when it just stares up at the blank, blue, life cultivated sky, with the sun shining on either side, or ever the dark sky illuminated by the moon, who also lights up the world along with the stars and the fireflies, when all of humanity goes to sleep, when the planet earth turns slowly. I am that dandelion seed.

But, soon, or sometime, the dandelion seed intermingled with it's long lost mate, on it's very birth land to start a new life, to reproduce, to create never ending life cycles, to breathe, to live. This is the dandelion seed I have always wanted to be, but will never get to be, no matter what I do.

I am a dandelion seed who once lost everything, her life coming to an end years after that, with her only hope forgetting her completely.

I will wait for tomorrow to come, that tomorrow when he remembers me, that tomorrow when I can finally cross, when I can finally tell him I loved him, love him, and will love him, forever.

The last day Harry and I were together will never fail to cross my mind.

*Flashback*

Harry, Gemma and I had just been returning from the mall after we went shopping for Gemma's graduation dress. We'd taken the back side of the mall to return home. Like a little kid, which I was at heart (who isn't wtfwtwftwft), I ran ahead of the siblings and turned as I watched them continue walking in their normal pace, grinning at my departure.

"Slowpokes!" I yelled as they shook their heads, with Harry grinning more wide, if that'd be possible, and stifling a few chuckles.

It was the winter of 2013, and snow was everywhere. I hated winter, but loved the sight of snow.

We were passing by a construction site, and as usual, I was still, ahead of them.

The Styles siblings were having a conversation which I had not been able to catch up with. I turned back again, to ask them to hurry up.

"Hurry u-," I was cut off by the sight of bricks- three large bricks- including steel rods- falling down at their direction.

Everything paused and replayed as if in slow motion.

I ran after them, but they were clueless. I couldn't bring my voice to my throat; instead, my heart did.

I wanted to push them away, but I was too far, yet so close.

I was late.

My jaw dropped open as ice cold shivers were sent down my spine.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't talk. I held my hand over my trembling lips as warm, wet tears escaped my eyes and I saw two unconscious bodies, with their heads bleeding freely. I couldn't bare the sight of someone being penetrated by a large rod. My legs were too weak to hold myself. I took a few steps back as people crowded around my half dead boyfriend, and his equivalently, half dead sister. Blood had splattered everywhere; on the pavement, the fence, and my clothes. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of my heartbeat; my heart which was being ripped into uncountable numbers.

But everything has ends.

I stumbled backwards, not being able to hold myself on my weak legs any longer, cold breaths escaping my mouth. I fell on my back, looking at the sight of the two bleeding victims and tons of people crowding around.

I soon heard a loud noise and all I could see after that was black.

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I stared into nothing with awe as what happened later that day came back into my thoughts again.

I regained my consciousness, but I could barely understand or see anything, but hear the annoying sound of beeping all over me. I tried to move, but all that was felt was bitter pain everywhere.

I managed to see towards my right, to which extent I couldn't take it anymore as I saw a familiar head with curls, but blood soaked ones. I wanted to say his name, but everything was gone. As much as I wanted to reach out to him, and hold him and tell him I love him, if it's the last time I'd ever get to, I couldn't.

I couldn't help but feel the need to cry again, as pain engulfed my body once again, and mainly my heart. My gut started throbbing really horribly, and black, again, was the next thing I saw.

*Flashback Ends.*

I continued to stare lifelessly (which I regularly do on a daily basis.) into nothing. I wanted to cry, but I guess, dead people don't cry.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when I heard a familiar voice shout.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing on my roof?" The voice yelled.

The voice which I have longed to hear to myself.

Harry.

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(A/N- The first few chapters are gonna be short but trust me, it gets better((: )
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