Afraid of love. // H. S. [Undergoing Major Editing]

All's well that ends well

Wohooo the last chapter!!!  Sad?  Well i'm,  cause i'm going to miss writing this one. But don't worry I have many more things in store for you awesome people!  Love you so much for reading this.

This last chapter is dedicated to a brother who has always been there, @

Liana's POV

I tried to move but my whole body stung. I couldn't bear the pain and felt like shouting. "Respond baby" someone whispered to my ear as well as stroked my hair.

He caressed my wound carefully with the thumb and planted a soft kiss on in. It soothed half of my pain already. "You can't go baby. You can't. Everyone needs you. You mean so much to us, than you actually know" he said and his voice felt oddly familiar.

"I promise, I'll never show you my stupid face again after I know you're alright. I've hurt you a lot and I don't deserve you. But please don't leave me. Even though I leave you, it'll not hurt knowing your alright, but knowing that you're not okay, I'll never be able to live" It was Harry.

I still struggled to open my eyes but failed, instead the monitor attached to me started beeping indicating that I was waking up.

Suddenly the touch that felt so right was cut off. From the voices I could make out that Harry was sent out of the room by the doctors.

As soon as his hand left mine I started missing his warmth over my hands. 

After like 10 minutes I was finally successful in opening my eyes. I just searched for that one person, who I hated the most but at the same time loved him the most.

But he was nowhere. Instead Jake sat near my bed. "Ja... k....eee" I tried talking but my energy was drained.

"yeah, Ohhh oh my god. Finally your awake. You scared the shit out of everyone" he said looking at me.

I just gave him a small smile and asked "is there anyone else to see me?" I asked hoping that Harry was waiting outside.

"Umm...  Well no. But should there be someone" he asked.  "umm... No... No" I stuttered.

There was no one to see me. But where was Harry. I clearly heard him talk to me. I could feel his kiss on my wound. I could feel his touch. I couldn't be mistaken. It was Harry!

"who got me out of that building?" I suddenly asked. "The officers" Jake said.

"don't lie Jake I clearly saw Harry, he was the one who got me out of the fire, he was in this room with me sometime ago. Right? " I yelled at him.

"If you love him so much, why do you just left him leave?" he said. "he left?" I asked shocked. He nodded and said "yes he did and this time forever. He said he'll never bother you again".

I cried. All I could do is cry. He left. Why didn't I die?  I wailed like a small kid. "Jake leave me alone. Let me by myself, please" I said.

He nodded "just call me if you need something, okay".

"okay" and the door closed. Leaving me alone by myself. I was alone yet again.

3 years later...

My wounds had healed up. Everything was normal in my life except for the fact that there was no Harry. He really never came back. I hated myself for letting him go.

Once me and Harry had made a deal on my birthday to meet at the London Bridge every new years.

Though I knew Harry wouldn't come, but I went there every year on 31st nights to relive the memories with him.