THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER SO I WANT YOU TO READ THE WHOLE OF IT EVEN IF YOU FIND THE START BORING.

I stay on the ground for at least another half an hour, thinking about almost everything. From my parents, siblings and relatives to Harry's friends and family. My eyes occasionally look down at the ring lying in the palm of my hand and every time Harry's words ring through my ears. 

She ruined it. She really did and now she's somewhere resting under the ground with nothing to worry about. She should be the one suffering for her lies and mistakes but sadly, the world isn't that fair. She died and left Harry and I to suffer in her place. One thing that I'm unable to understand is that why didn't she confront Harry. I'm sure he would've accepted her even after hearing the truth.

I feel my mind growing tired from all the thinking and I decide to rest for sometime.  As I lay on the bed, the thought of how many times Harry must've fucked his girlfriend on this same bed comes to my mind and I groan in annoyance, cursing my brain for being so damn thoughtful and not letting me be at peace for at least a few minutes.

Standing up from the bed, I lazily walk towards the closet and rummage through it to find something comfortable to wear. After some struggle, I finally take out a red tanktop and pair it with black shorts. Placing the clothes on the bed, I go over to the bathroom for a shower.

I strip out of my clothes and after making sure that the water is at right temperature, I step under the shower. My nerves relaxing instantly and Iet out a loud sigh, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feeling of water running down my body.

I stay under the running water for a long time, trying to come up with any idea to persuade Harry to visit a doctor. It's so frustrating, the fact that he's not concerned for his health one bit. I've never once in my life met a person whose totally cool after coughing out blood. 

Once I'm done washing my hair and body, I finally get out of the shower and dry myself with a towel, wrapping another one around my hair. I put on the fresh undergarments I had brought to the bathroom before slowly opening the door and running my eyes around the room to make sure Harry isn't out there, the mess he had created is still present, making it very clear that he hasn't been in the room ever since he left almost an hour ago.

I walk out and rush towards the clothes, making a mental note to put everything in place once I'm done  dressing myself up. Once I've put on my clothes, I walk over to the dressing table and brush my wet hair, eyeing the clothes and belts lying on the floor through the mirror.

With a huff, I place the hair brush down and start picking up the clothes from the floor, carefully folding them and putting them back in the closet before I pick up the leather belts and place them in Harry's drawer. Lastly, I walk towards the box of ring that I had carefully placed on the side table before going to the bathroom. 

I open the box and stare at the beautiful ring, mesmerized by it's beauty. The large diamond in the middle is surrounded by very small pearls and diamond, making the ring appear extremely delicate. I take it out of the box and after hesitating for a moment, I put it on my ring finger, gasping at how perfectly it fits, like it was made for me.

I wonder if this is what's written in my fate, me marrying Harry and spending the rest of my life with someone else's identity. The thought causes a shudder to pass through me and a frown finds it's way on my place. No, I won't be able to live like that, it'll be like dying every minute of the day. Infact, I'm not even sure what I'll do in the future, how will the things work out for me. Will I able to continue my education or not. I don't know anything but one thing that I know for sure is that I won't be leaving Harry anytime soon. Not until he's mentally stable and healthy again.