A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Juliet’s POV

Do you ever get that feeling where your stomach twists and you feel like puking? Like, on the first day of school or when your getting ready to do a big presentation and you get the bad type of butterflies? Your nerves get the best of you and thoughts and questions flood your mind, distracting you from reality? When you walk up to restate your essay you freeze, your eyes go wide your mouth goes dry and you stay frozen in your place?

All the faces before you seem to be a blur but you still swallow hard and stutter the words on the paper in front of you? That's how I felt right now, my back leaning against the wall as I watched wedding things being discussed before me. Nail polish colors and dress sizes were being thrown everywhere and the mass amount of ladies in the kitchen overwhelmed me.

But it wasn't just the sight of Karen deciding over what color white she wanted on her wedding dress, it was the sight of Harry standing behind her and pointing to different color flowers. I guess I was going to have to face reality some time, but I didn't think I would have to until the day they actually stood in front of the pastor and said their 'I do's.

I mean, I suppose it's better off this way, the wedding is in two days and I won't be a part of Harry’s life anymore in two days. I'll just be a memory that floats around in the open air, my memories will be reminisced but my warmth will disappear. I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked away the tears that brimmed my eyes.

My bottom lip was pulled between my two front teeth and I felt warmth come upon my right hand. I looked over to find Paris giving me a weak smile, blinking away what were her own tears. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. I let go of her hand and turned my back to the chaos, my head turned slightly and I whispered in Paris ear "I'll be back."

She nodded and I stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway. I walked painfully slowly for my liking up the stairs. My hand grasped the knob to my door and I twisted opening it slowly. I stepped through the threshold and lightly closed the door behind me. I breathed deeply and took in my surroundings one more time.

The queen size bed that set against the wall, the large mirror placed above the wood dresser. The window seat piled in books and clothes. The smell of what seemed like 'home' shot through my nostrils and tears flooded my eyes. I smiled weakly to myself and made my way to the black desk, sat in the corner with only my blue pen and black notebook set on it.

I pulled the chair out and sat down, I flipped through the journal landing on the next blank page. I clicked the pen and placed it just above the plain white paper. I squeezed my eyes shut making the tears I've been holding back slide down my cheeks and onto the blank paper. I sniffled but didn't stop what I had already had in mind. My hand started writing before I could really process anything, writing the words I've always wanted to say. Before I knew it my wall clock struck 7pm signaling I had been writing for quite some time.

A hand lay on my shoulder and just by the sniffling and quite sobs I knew it was Paris. Tears freely fell down my cheeks as I reread the first and last words on the paper multiple times. My eyes stayed put on the first words I had wrote and a pain stung in my heart.

Not physical but mental, knowing there was nothing left for me to do but wait. I closed the notebook, pushing the chair away from me and quickly standing up my arms outstretched to Paris and we stood, crying with each other. For what seemed like the millionth time this month we cried, but I didn't complain this time as she got snot on my jumper, I just cried harder. For what seemed like the first of many hugs finally seemed like the last. The only knowing words that staying in my head, were the first words I had put on my paper. DAY 21—