Short Stories

My Frozen Heart Finally Melts-Harry Styles

This story was originally meant for "1DGurl18". I don't know if this username still exists.

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Because sometimes, all we need is a warm smile to melt the emptiness of a frozen heart.

It reeked of antibiotics and hand sanitizer, and the atmosphere was piercingly dull. The only thing in my peripheral vision was a poorly built magazine stand-with only a few magazines-, a weathered wheelchair, and a few doors with lightly scribbled names on each white board template. Everything else was blurry along with the white walls. But I paid no attention to that though, all I could think was one thing and one thing only.

He's not dead. He'll make it this time! Like every other stupid accident he's been in.

"Miss? I'm sorry to interrupt but we have some news." A doctor said, rushing to the area I was sitting, making me more dizzy and nauseous than I already was.

I nodded my head and motioned for him to continue, not being able to trust my voice.

"Your father, he didn't make it. We couldn't keep him conscious long enough to treat his severe wounds. I'm sorry, you're very welcome to stay or go home, now." He finished with a sympathetic and sorrowful look in his eyes.

"I-I'll ju-just go." I shakily grabbed my jacket, slipped it on, and ran outside the sanitized hospital doors. "S-singing. I-it some-sometimes h-helps."

"Let it go, let it go. Can't hold it back anymore. Let it go, let it go. Turn away and slam the door...

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen...

"The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried...

"Don't let them in, don't let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know..."

"Hey, Yasmine. You okay? I'm sorry about...your, dad." I looked her in the eyes, still too scared to share my shaky voice aloud. "Well, okay. Bye." And she scurried off.

I sighed at how ironic this was getting.

"Well now they know...

"Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore! Let it go! Let it go-o! Turn my back and slam the door...

"Here I stand, and here I'll stay. Let it go! Let it go-o-o! The cold never bothered me anyway..."

I looked up, angry, and saw that I reached me and Harry's apartment sooner than I had anticipated. I stomped inside, feeling completely outraged. Just letting my emotions flow through, just letting them go...

I dragged myself upstairs, finding that it was hard to move, and was about to freshen up and wash my face when the door slammed, loudly, open.

"I'm home. And I got your text, are you okay?" Harry said in his normal yet sympathetic speaking voice, figuring I was downstairs.

I remember sending that text. It said something about my hormones acting up, depression kicking in, dad in hospital...something like that. But apparently I was letting my emotions go too much. I stared angrily into the mirror; horror, tears, fear, anger, and guilt were easily shown. For no reason at all, I was feeling guilt. I did nothing, I was innocent. Proving I'm innocent doesn't help though, my dad was still gone...

"Hey." He came up from behind and hugged me, his voice practically dripping sympathy. "I'm so sorry...do you want me to cheer you up?" He said, tilting his head to look at me.

I shook my head, pushed him away, and plopped down on our bed.

"Mhaaaah..." I dragged out for no reason at all, the pillow slightly muffling my awkward moan.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp knocking on our open bedroom door.

'Knock, knock, knock-knock, knock'

"Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on let's go and pla-ay.

"I never see you any more, come out the door, it's like you've gone awa-ay.

"We used to be best buddies, and now we're not. I wish you'd tell me why-y.

"Do you wanna build a snowma-an?" He scrunched up his face. "It doesn't have to be a snowman."

I sighed at how cheesy and cliché this was getting.

"Go away Harry!" I yelled, lifting my head up from the pillow and quickly throwing back down.

"Okay, bye..."

I sighed in relief as he left and closed the door behind him.

'Knock, knock, knock-knock, knock'

"Fudgecicles..."

"Do you want to build a snowman, or ride our bikes around the halls?

"I think some company is overdue, I've started talking to the pictures on the walls.

"Hang in there, Harry.

"It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms. Just watching the hours tick by..."

'Click, clock. Click, clock. Click, clock. Click, clock.'

I mustered a small giggle rising up from my throat, causing Harry to smile. I turned around and laid on my back, watching him put on a sad puppy face, walking away and closing the door behind him.

'Knock, knock, knock'

"Yasmine, please. I know you're in there.

"People are asking where you've been.

"They say have courage, and I'm trying to. I'm right out here for you, just let me in.

"We only have each other. It's just you and me.

"What are we gonna' do...

"Do you want to build a snowman?

"Harry..." I whispered.

He slowly walked in, no emotion on his face but shows a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Yes, Yasmine?" A glint of more humor showing in his eyes.

I hesitated before responding, and smiling.

"Of course I want to build a snowman..."