Sugar (Harry Styles)

13.

If you believe in myth or fantasy, fairytales and fiction, then you’ve heard stories of love and soul mates. People bound together regardless of what may come. Daphne believed in all of it, then again she believed in love more than anyone else in the world. She told stories of love constantly to Harry, about the triumphs and tragedies, about the sweet and the sour. There was a reason why Daphne believed so strongly in love and that even the best of love stories must face some difficulty.

As Daphne slept soundly next to Harry she dreamed about one of her stories, the answer to her burning question coming to life behind her eyes: Why was Harry so different? Why was he marked with her mother’s birds? Why could he restrain himself? Why?

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The place was beautiful, a garden, lush with green and flowers that smelt of jasmine and rose. The sun was high, shining brightly as Eos intended. The sound of birds singing bounced along the trees and into the ears of the people below.

The people of this world were not like the ones we are used to today, they were fused together. They had four legs, four arms, two faces, two hearts. They were three types of these people: men with two faces, women with two faces, and finally a being with the face of a man and a face of a woman.

It was then that Daphne realized she was fused to Harry. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him, her back and his back fused together and bonded as one. Daphne could feel his heart against her own, they beat in unison. They gained strength from their pairings, each person having a partner as their own, indestructible.

As lovely as the dream was it immediately became dark. Zeus came from the heavens, watching as the pairs left nothing his alters. They had forgotten their god, wrapped up in their companion, how in love they were. The skies began to tear apart sending the people running everywhere, trying to hide from the wrath that Apollo was ordered to inflict.

Daphne and Harry were fused together, taking refuge behind a rock, watching in horror as the dual-beings around them were ripped apart. Apollo’s hands pulling the skin around each form so they were now singular beings with two arms and two legs. They staggered around lost and confused, unable to live without their other half.

It didn’t matter if the pair hid, they weren’t safe. Daphne cried out as Harry and Daphne were snatched up by the hands of Apollo and were ripped apart.

“I’ll find you!” Harry shouted through their tears, “I will find you again!”

“No!” Daphne cried out, she could feel herself being separated from Harry’s form, her body searing in pain.

“Promise me you’ll find me!” Harry shouted as he felt their hips being pulled from each other.

“I promise!” Daphne shouted back her legs being snapped from her whole form.

When Apollo was done, he dropped the pair and they fell away from each other. As Daphne looked around she saw that her body now had a small imperfection on her body, a navel. It was something she had never seen before and she gently ran her hands over it, a reminder of what happened and that she was no longer whole.

Daphne looked around trying to find Harry but only found other people trying to find their footing in order to seek out their other halves. She realized then that finding Harry would be difficult; she didn’t know what he looked like. She had spent her whole life attached to someone without ever seeing his face. How would she find him? How would she know it was him?

Daphne felt lost and began to walk; she walked across the earth and back again. She couldn’t’ find him. She saw people all around her, each finding their half. How did they know it was them? How did they find the ones they were separated from? She was angry, jealous. She of all people wanted and needed her half.