Oblivion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 25

Eden's POV

It was winter time in New York. I was in my room, packing.

I was stable enough, finally, to get my own place. I loved staying with my family and watching as everyone grew up. Ethan, my younger brother, was now out of college. The twins, Elizabeth and Emma, were 13 years old.

My parents were getting closer and closer to their 50's. They hated, when we'd bring it up, but they knew they couldn't run from the truth. I was 30 years old. It was still quite young, but I wasn't a crazy young adult anymore.

"Hey Eden," Emma smiles, walking in.

"Hi Ems. What's up?" I ask.

"Well I finished my school work and wanted to know, if you needed any help packing."

"Yes please! Can you start putting away the stuff on my night stand into that box?"

"Sure," she nods, carefully packing my things away. "I'll miss not having you around the house all the time," Emma says. I look over at her, as she pushes her long brown hair out of her face. My sisters and I look a lot alike.

"Aw thanks. I'll miss you, too. You'll have to come stay with me in my new apartment sometime."

"I will," she nods. We continue to pack away things, making conversation.

I was folding my clothes into a suitcase, when Emma asked me a rather interesting question. "Who's this?" She shows me the photo that seems to haunt me to this day.

"Where'd you find that?" I half heartedly laugh.

"The bottom of your drawer. You look so young," she acknowledges.

"Yeah," I smile. "We took that, I don't know, maybe ten, eleven years ago."

"Who is he?"

"He was my best friend."

"Was?"

"Well, he still is. I don't know. I haven't seen or spoken to him in eight years."

"Why not?"

"Well, if you must know. We fell in love, and sometimes, whether you want it to or not, love won't work out for you. Even if you love someone and they love you, you can't always be with them. The world, simply, won't allow it."

"So you guys couldn't be together? Why?"

"Well, I went to New York for two years, and he found someone else."

"That's not his fault. He probably was heart broken, lonely, and confused. He probably always wanted to be with you, but he couldn't stop you from leaving. That be selfish of him," Emma says.

"I never blamed him for trying to move on, but it did make me sad."

"He didn't end up with the other girl. Did he?"

"Oh no," I shake my head. "She cheated on him a couple days, before they were to get married."

"Why aren't you with him then?" Emma asks.

"Because he had to do for himself. He moved to California. We admitted we loved each other, then said goodbye forever...I guess."

"Why don't you call him? Write him? Find him on Twitter or something?"

"It's not that simple, and he doesn't have a Twitter...I've checked," I whisper.

"You should go to California and find him. It's been eight years! Your story can't end like this," Emma shakes her head.

"Why not? What's wrong with our ending?"

"It's not a happy one!" She exclaims.

"Not all stories need to end happily."

"You can't truly like how yours ended?! It's a horrible ending!"

"He's probably married with kids now," I shake my head.

"You won't know, until you go find out," she says.

"I'm not going to go find him."

"Fine. Don't. What was his name?"

"Harry," I smile.

"I like that name," Emma nods.

"Yeah," I smile. "I did, too."

Emma and I finishing packing, then head down stairs. "You got something in the mail today about your book," my dad says, before taking a bite of his food.

"Really? What did it say?" I ask.

"I didn't open it. I thought you'd rather see what it had to say," he smiles.

"You should open it now," Elizabeth says.

"Yeah," Emma agrees.

"Not during dinner," I shake my head.

"Why not? We'd love to hear what it says," my mom smiles.

"Okay," I sigh, going to grab the letter. I slowly opened the envelope, pulling out the piece of paper inside. Taking a deep breath, before reading it. "Dear Ms. Armstrong, we wanted to congratulate you on the success of your book. Many people found and continue to find your story quite inspirational. We have mail from people of all ages, dying to meet you and thank you. That is why we were wondering, if you'd be interested in doing a book tour across the U.S. this summer, all expenses paid. Let us know. Sincerely, Random House Publishing." My eyes widened in shock. "Oh my God!" I screamed.

"Honey that's great news!" My mom grinned, getting up to hug me. "I'm so proud of you."

"A-a book tour?! For my book?! Should I do it? Oh my-wow!"

"I think you should," my mom nods.

"Totally," Emma nods. "Maybe you can go to
California."

"What's in California?" My dad asks.

"Nothing," I say, quickly, smacking Emma with the letter.

A/N: Will Eden ever see Harry again? Will she not? Just five more chapters!!