The Cure || Harry Styles

Introduction

Harry was still in pain. He hadn't forgotten about her, and he believes that he never will. Wherever he went, he saw her when she wasn't really there. When he'd look up at the sky, he'd imagine her with wings, wearing a white gown, smiling down at him. He still heard her sweet voice in his dreams, and sometimes when he'd touch her, it would feel so, so real. And when he woke up, sweating and shaking, he decided not to sleep at all. Alas, she still made her way into his life. He wanted her to go, but he also wanted her to stay. He'd stare at the bed they shared, at the couch where they watched movies every single night, and at bands that were always around her wrists. Sometimes, he'd hug her favorite sweater to his chest, inhale her smell that still lingered, and stare at the ceiling. And he would wait. Wait for her to come back, but leave at the same time.

It has been a year and a few months since she left, and he was only getting worse. You said you weren't leaving, he screamed into his pillow that was covered with salty tears. He'd pull at his hair, punch the walls, and hate himself.