Bereft (h.s)

83. Ya'Aburnee.

TW: mentions of dying/death.

okay i lied. one more chapter after this. THEN the epilogue. k love you bye :,)

song alycia writes and plays for harry is Y'Aburnee by Halsey^^

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"Ya'aburnee is actually a term used in Arabic, which means "you bury me." It's often used to tell another that they hope to die first, as living without the other person would be too much to bear."

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Chapter 83

1 Month Later

Alycia's Pov.

I'm sitting on this bed in just my panties and a t-shirt with Harry in our rented out AirBnB in the middle of the countryside of Switzerland.

To think my life would ever be here would have never ran through my thoughts as possible just a few months ago. But here I am.

We decided to go off and get married without telling anyone. Well, we needed two witnesses which is why Matt and Gemma are coming tomorrow. Matt is who I chose for my witness, Gemma is who Harry chose.

I got to meet Anne and Gemma which was so fucking exciting for me. I was so nervous but Harry claims that they love me so that's nice. I ended up getting lunch with Gemma one day when Harry was at the studio so her and I text quite a bit. I love her. She's so kind and fun to be around. And Anne is just genuinely one of the kindest souls i've ever met. She really treated me with such motherly instincts and it felt so nice. Especially when I haven't felt it in so long.

We've decided that if Harry's mom and everyone else is too upset, that we'll have a small wedding for them but we decided this super last minute. As in three days ago. We considered Vegas, but it didn't feel right. It sounded like a lot of fun but just not right for us. Then we considered Italy considering we were already in London, doing it in Europe sounded like a good idea. I didn't really want to do it near the ocean so Harry suggested Switzerland and I loved the idea. I like the countryside of pretty much any place so I instantly fell in love when we landed. Our view from our glass doors is actually insane.

We're getting married tomorrow with an officiant Harry found here. I'm so excited honestly.

I haven't seen my ring yet because he apparently ordered it specially made and all of that because he wanted it to be 'perfect'. It's with him now but I told him to wait and give it to me when we get married. He'll get my first reaction then.

The past month we have been closer than I even knew was possible. I got in my head a lot because of how much I fucking love him. I'm terrified of ever losing him. Truly terrified. He is my favorite person on this earth and that scares me so much to think about life without him in it even though a month ago, I was living it. It seems impossible now. I guess because there's no doubts now. There's no Dylan sized obstacles. It's just us. It's finally just us.

"Gonna let me hear it?" He mumbled as he lazily kissed up my jaw, making me weak even though he does these small touches frequently.

He brought his guitar, of course, and while he was in the shower this morning, I finished a song I had been working on. It's about him, obviously, but he never caught the song, he just heard me playing the guitar. When he came out, he got in bed and has been pestering me to hear it ever since.