(A/N Okay so hello peeples. I am writing this during Social Studies so if there's any typos it's because I'm rushing lmao okay now onto the story enjoy my loves. xx)
It has been 3 days since he squeezed my hand, and 3 days since I told him I loved him. I meant it One hundred percent but let's hope he doesn't think i'm a creep. I am on my way back to go see him and I hope he's awake. I get up to the desk and she gives me a polite smile.
"Who are we visiting today?" The nice old lady asks and I smile back before saying "Styles please." She gives me a visitors pass and I walk up to the elevator and Press up. He's in room 213 so I only have to go up one floor. I reach his door and walk in, and everything is how I left it last time. There are cards hung up covering the walls, and flowers sitting in a vase on his bed side table. I go up to him and kiss his forehead. His eyes flutter but still nothing. I take my seat next to him and grab my computer. I turn on some music. I put on "Purpose". It is my favorite album at the moment and it's honestly helping me get through this stressful time. But don't get me wrong, it isn't just stressful... it's suffocating because i know it's been such a short time but i miss him like part of me is missing. For that short time of getting drunk in my bedroom every Saturday, he taught me a pretty valuable lesson. He didn't just make me laugh, he taught me to not give a fuck. If i like who I am, it's that simple. If you don't like it... leave. And thats one of the most important lessons anyone could learn, let alone live by.
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It's about an hour since I arrived. This hospital room has been my second home. I have to admit to myself that I'm quite attatched to him, but thats only because he is addicting.
Dear journal,
His eyes are like waves and i'm pulled under. His lips are like snow. Beautiful but give me frostbite.. It has been about a month and a half since the accident and he's still in the coma. It has dawned on me that he may never wake up, but i still hope for the best. I see something in him thats too good to let go of and i'm not going to let him walk away from what could happen without trying. I might be obsessed but it's his fault for the intoxicating touch. I told him that I loved him but i'm not exactly sure if he heard me. Maybe i'm crazy but all i need right now is Him and the moon. This type of love reminds me of Anne Frank and Peter Vaan Daan. Anne is super outgoing and confident in trying new things while Peter on the other hand, likes things just so.
Maybe he could be my Peter.
What am i saying? I just have a little too much hope.
-Annabelle xx
I sigh and put my journal down on the table. I grab the televsion remote and turn on the tv, and put on channel 17, "freeform" is the new name for it? I don't even know. One of my personal favorite movies is on, Finding Nemo. Call me a child and i'll beat your ass because this movie is amazing.
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"Okay thats enough for me." I say to myself and get up, with the intentions of going home. I would have to say the worst part about being here everyday is just looking at him, he looks as if he is in pain. And i hate to see him in pain. I grab my bag and put my shoes on and give myself one last look in the mirror before heading towards the door.
A tear is brought to my eye as i hear something moving. I look over to the bed and he's laying on his side, facing me. I smile to myself and continue heading towards the door and i hear him say "i love you too."
And thats where i lost it.
I leave in hopes that he doesnt see me cry like a baby. I walk down the stairs because i need the excersise.
I get into my car and call Michael.
"Hey Anna!"
"Hi Cliff."
"So i've got news..."
"Well i have news too actually."
"On three we both say our news."
"One"
"Two"
"Three."
"Harry woke up."
"I'm moving back to Australia."
Well shit.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"What the fuck Clifford!!"
"I'm coming over."
"See you soon then. Bye."
"Bye."
This kangaroo ass bitch.
I've got 99 problems and for once, Harry isn't one of them.
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HAIII GUYSSS
Sorry for taking so long.
This chapter was 50% filler 50% dramatic you're welcome.
WATT DID YOU THINK?
YOU KNOW YOU LOVED IT.
the songs are...
Cool- Troye Sivan
Fools- Troye Sivan
Runaway- Ed Sheeran
I'm a mess- Ed Sheeran
Sorry i was troye and ed af lmao
But thats it.
All the loveeeee
- Raina xx
