Our Home, Our Place ( Harry Styles. )

Chapter 22. The Boiling Point

Hi Guys!

I had a sudden idea for another chapter, so be happy that i uploaded again.

This chapter is kind of important for the ending of the story, so you can't skip it.

Enjoy!

Xo Dionne

PS. We have a king now! King Willem - Alexander of the United Netherlands ! Proud of my country :)

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Chapter 22. The Boiling Point.

Dionne's POV

I woke up in my bed, the sun rays shining over my face as they came through the window by my bed. I lifted my arms up in the air before smacking them down on the bed again, a heavy escaped my lips. I sat up on my bed with a nostalgic feeling I couldn't explain. I went through my hair with my hands as I yawned softly, kind of reminding me like a roaring baby lion.

I finally noticed that my face was wet. I must've cried in my sleep. With a single hand movement, my face was dry again. Last night, me and Harry talked about how life was going to be when Joëlle wasn't there. It made me sad of course and I had a weird dream.

*Dream*

I was walking through the woods. It was dark out and the stars shone brightly. A full moon was up in the sky, giving the big trees a angelic look. I neared the end of the forest with quick steps. Behind the last row of trees was a big, blue lake. It was almost oceanic. Also the lake was lit up by the moon, you could see koi-karpers swimming in the transparent water.

I made my way over to the water. I squatted down on my feet in front of the water line. I looked at my reflection in the clear water, my skin was pale and all the imperfections were gone. My hair waved down my back in loose curls. I was wearing a white, silky dress. The sleeves draped over my arms, creating a Roman look together with the train at the back of the nice dress. A diamond studded necklace was place around my neck, it matched with the diamond, rose shaped ring on my ring-finger.

I heard footsteps next to me. I looked up to see Harry standing next to me. He looked like an angel, a white robe with wings to match. His face held something peacefull, healing all my internal wounds. His hand reached out to me, his jade eyes begging me to take it. I tried to but my arm wouldn't obey me.

Soon, Harry's hand fell back to his side and he turned around to walk away. I couldn't stop him as my body didn't move. His just walked away, leaving me alone in the darkness.

Crystal tears ran down my cheeks. I sobbed softly and fell back onto the grass under me. I looked up to the moon and stars. Joëlle used to tell me at our sleepovers when we were gazing at stars that every star represents a person that passed away. They watch over you, like gardian angels.

Joëlle's voice ran through the air, repeating everything she has ever said. It made my cry even harder.

'You are to special to not be noticed.'

'Boys are puzzle pieces. If they don't fit, throw them away.'

'We'll be friends for ever, to infinity and beyond.'

'Look at Harry, he is staring at you. I think he likes you.'

'I'm hungry..'

'Would it be weird if I screamed right now? I feel like it...'

'Cookies is for weak people, not for me.Oh look! A cookie, it's mine!'

I began laughing at all the fun times we had over the years...