Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 47

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Melanie

When I go down to the station my mind reels. I couldn't believe it. I had to see from with my own eyes to believe what the detective just had told me. Not only was it someone I knew, but it was also someone who never could imagine doing something like what he did to me.

"Where is he?" I furiously ask when I see Jasmine. They asked her to come in to identify him because apparently, they know each other too.

"They just left the interrogation room with the detective. He confessed to everything, I'm so sorry this happened to you, and it's my fault for putting the idea in his sick head. I really thought he was kidding around," Jasmine cries.

I don't waste my energy on her because she still took forever to give the cops his name. Harry finally catches up; I darted out of the car soon as he parked.

"Where are you going?"

"To comfort him."

"Do you want me to go?"

"No stay here. I need to do this by myself."

I walk past Jasmine and around many cops trying to stop me, but I quickly avoid each one because I need to look him in the eyes and ask him myself. Maybe then I can stop the night terrors and flashbacks. Maybe then I can stop panicking every time I walk the sidewalk. Maybe then I can move on with my life.

Detective Walter walks out of a room just as a young cop grabs my arms. "Detective can I see him. Please!" His eyes lower and tells the man to release me before leading me to another part of the building where the temporary jail cells are. My blood turns hot when I see him, coward, up in a corner. Where was this meekness when he attacked me? The detective walks around the corner, leaving him and me alone.

"Get the hell up Gordon!" He jumps, and his eyes go wide at the sight of me. Seeing him shaking makes him look far less scary.

"Melanie? What are you doing here?"

"No you don't get to ask questions after what you did to me! I almost died!" I sobbed. I try to quickly wipe my tears because I didn't come here to cry in front of him.

"I'm sorry—"

"Sorry isn't going bring back the months I lost laying in the hospital bed or months of amnesia. Sorry is going to fix the hurt my loved ones felt for months worried about me after you stabbed me. You deserve to rot in jail."

His grey eyes burn into me as he grips the metal bars in front of me. These were the same eyes that terrorized me for countless nights, and now seeing the coward they belong to sets a part of my trauma-free.

"Is that all you wanted to say," he grits his teeth. I've obviously hit a nerve in his wicked veins. However, I'm not letting him off the hook that easily. He betrayed me, and I could be dead right now if it weren't for the paramedics getting there in time.

"No, I wanted to know why me! Especially after pretending to give a fuck about being friends again."

"Because I love Jasmine. We used to date when she was an exchange student back in high school. She's the one that got away. Seeing her after so long and crying about over you and Harry, I thought if I got rid of you, it prove to Jasmine how much I wanted to be with her."

"So you thought killing me would bring you two together!" Jasmine wasn't kidding. He's lost his damn mind.

"No, it was never my intent to kill you. Just scare you. I called an ambulance right after and made sure you were okay from a distance." He did this because he thought it is a romantic gesture! I almost died for some stupid attempt to get Jasmine back. I couldn't believe what I'm hearing. Now I know our relationship wasn't the best, but I know for one thing he was always like this. Or maybe he was, and I never saw it. Regardless, I don't think he deserves my forgiveness. He risked my life for his stupid, selfish reasons and didn't even think about how it affects me or anyone in my life. Oh, but since he called the ambulance, everything should be okay between us. Hell no!

"Fuck you! You're insane! I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. You know what, I'm done listening to your crazy ass. I hope someone makes you their bitch in prison. Goodbye Gordon," I spit at the cell.

I get out of there before I get arrested for murder. I always thought it was a complete stranger who attacked me or someone Jasmine hired, definitely not my ex boyfriend. It's hard to believe any of it's real because of how bizarre my last couple of months have been. However, I'm glad it's finally over. I can start moving on with Harry and put these past few months behind us.

My opening for Mel's nest is two days away, so I'm going to focus on that and the incredible man I get to wake up next to every day. When I walk back to the front of the station and see Harry waiting, messing with a paper clip, I rush into his arms. I really just needed to feel his warm embrace after the conversation I just had.

"Are you alright?"

"No, but I will be. C'mon let's go home."

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Two years later

"Wow, what can I say. These last two years have been a rollercoaster for us all. There was a point where it seemed like today was impossible, but I could be happier that it's happening," I start looking around at all my friends and family who could make it to the wedding.

"Now, I know the reunion started on a rocky path with you two both losing someone so dear to you and their lives, and your time with them will be forever cherished. However, you two found a way to see each other again and share those feelings of hurt and pain, and through that, you learned how to fall in love again. Now, seven-year-old me has dreamt of this day for so long, and I'm glad to see you two back together and happier than ever. I love you mom and dad to many more happy years together," I raise my glass and every clinks their cups. Before I start tearing up, Harry comes and helps me off the stage.

After my parents being back together for two years, they decided to remarry, and I was the maid of honor. My mom wanted it simple, so I didn't have as many duties as I did with Kelly's wedding. I hate they both had to lose someone special to them, but I know if they hadn't, they wouldn't be together now. And of course, I wish no one had to die, but in reality, my selfish wish of wanting my parents to be together again would've never come true if it weren't for their deaths. I know it sounds terrible saying it, buts it's true, and I feel bad that I'm so happy about them being together. However, I know Hina and Daniel loved my parents, so they'd be happy they found love again. Or least I'd hope they do.

"Nice speech Mel," Harry says, breaking me out of my warped thoughts.

"Thank you, baby. Now, I think I deserve to get stupid drunk."

"I second that," he smiles, and we head to the bar.

For a couple of moments, I think of this wedding reception being Harry and mine as we stupidly dance across the room together. I'm so tipsy that I feel as though I'm floating away in his arms. I'm in absolutely heaven the rest of the night.

But after a month passed, I start to think about Harry and me settling down. The Christmas right after Kelly and Nate had their son, Harry and I went on a romantic getaway to Bali, where he proposed to me. I know, exciting, but I had to decline or, more like, postpone it. We were just starting to get back on track with our lives. The last thing we needed is to plan a wedding. Plus, I also hate long engagements. He understood, and we agreed to wait a little longer.

With my business doing great and Harry's too, now seems like the perfect time. Most of our friends have settled down already, and I think it's time for us too. However, Harry isn't picking on any of my clues, so I made dinner plans to talk about it tonight.

"Okay baby, where are we going tonight?" He comes out of the bathroom dressed really nice with his hair slicked back.

"Just you wait," I smile.

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