Stella's POV:
I woke up with a horrible headache. Last night was crazy and I know that I drank too much. I slumped into the shower and took a long hot one and went into the kitchen. Niall was their trying to learn how to cook from my brother, which I know he must not be a good teacher.
"You look um...well rested." my brother said with a smirk. I gave him a sarcastic hard laugh in return. I knew I must have looked horrible, and that morning I didn't care to dress up. I had just slipped on sweat pants and a t-shirt.
"Actually, my fiancé looks awesome, as always." Niall added with a wide grin.
"Aw, thanks." I replied giving him a wink. As I sat down I inspected my ring again. It was beautiful and I know that he must of put a lot of thought into witch one he wanted me to have. We cooked quesadillas and Niall and I went into my room to eat them. We sat cross-legged across from each other and just stared into each other's eyes all dreamily. It was a little cheesy but we didn't care, we were madly in love.
"Get ready, I want to take you somewhere, and bring a bathing suit." He told me. My eyes lit up happily because I know Niall always has the best surprises.
"Ok." I replied excitedly and shooed him out of my room so I could get ready. After quickly thinking of what I would wear and slipping it on. I decided on an American flag bandeau bikini, with my cute blue button down tank top with my jean shorts and red Converse. When I was done getting dressed I skipped into the living room where, Drake and Niall were wrestling. I smiled to myself happy that my family and Niall get along great.
"Stella, take care of this guy, he's perfect." Drake commented before walking away. Niall was laid out on his back laughing hysterically. I knelt down beside him and his contagious laugh spread to me and soon I was laughing just as hard as him.
"What are we laughing at?" I asked panting once we finished.
"I don't know I was just laughing." He replied giving a crazy look. He shot his hand out for me and I called to anyone who could hear that we were going out and we got into his car. When we pulled up to the cute calm beaches at Pismo I looked at him and smiled.
"I love the beach." I said.
"I know." He responded. In the mid May, California spring time heat we walked out to a perfect spot he already set up. There was volleyball net and some food and music. We chilled, played some soccer and volleyball and took the occasional picture with a fan. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time. When it started getting to lunch time, we pulled out the simple pb and j (since Niall is quit the cook) and laid back laughing at some jokes and looking at funny pictures on his phone.
"You know," I said tracing figures into his abs with my finger "I can spend the rest of my life like this. Just chillin' with you and everybody, maybe we could move out here." I suggested. He was playing with my burgundy hair and he laughed out loud. I looked at him with an amused face.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, I'm just laughing. I laugh when I'm happy."
"Well, you should consider it. We both love the beach and my family..." I said closing my eyes. We enjoyed the silence until we decided to leave. Best day of my life.
Harry's POV:
It's been a couple days since Rosie went to go live in Farah's house instead of staying with me, and the silence was driving me crazy. The notebook on the coffee table in the living room was screaming at me to read it, but I just couldn't do it. I got some advice from Louis to just go to their house. I tried that but she wouldn't answer, and I know she was there. Louis was telling me about this a girl he met back in his hometown. He thinks that she is the one even though they haven't talked since he bumped into her, but I was happy that Louis's happy. TV was boring me to death, and I just wanted to use this time that we had alone to spend it with Rosie, but I was being a dick. Why couldn't I just say those simple words? I said it all the time to Arabela. I turned off the TV and gave in to calls Arabela's notebook was calling. I opened it and turned to the page I left off on. I got to the part of our relationship when she found out that I cheated on her. Her words were vague and short, almost emotionless. Then we got to the part after we visited them in America, after Rosie and I started dating, and she wrote about how she dated people over the years but it never compared to how she cared about me. Then I got to the last entry. The one right before her accident with Veronica. Today Veronica and I are going up to Six Flags; we were just going to spend some girl time together. I needed that after Jordan cheated. It's not surprising that another guy treated me wrong. I really had no idea why I tried. It's not like there is anybody out there for me. I still think the only person that could make me happy is Harry, but I know he's happy with Rosie. I guess we're not soul mates, but I love him so much. I mean I forgive him. As long as he's happy and they are happy together then I'm fine.
Those were the last words she wrote down. This whole time, she wasn't happy and she could never find somebody to treat her like she deserved, but she only wanted me to be happy. Now I knew why I could never say that I loved Rosie, it was because I still had guilty feelings about Arabela, but now I know she was fine when she passed. And she only cared about me.
I ran across the street knowing exactly what to say to Rosie to make her believe that all my heart is hers, even if it was late.
I knocked on the door calling to her that I really needed to talk to her. I had not expected her to answer but she did, looking as beautiful as ever.
"Harry, it's 3 in the morning..."
"Just hear me out okay. I am so sorry for never being able to say that I love you. I couldn't because I still felt guilty as ever about Arabela and I never got to really tell her I was sorry and how great of a person she was. Reading her journal opened my eyes to how badly I treated her, she didn't deserve any of that stuff and I wish I could tell her that. But as I read I realized that she already forgave me and she was just happy that I was happy. She loved me, and I led her on. I still feel bad." I explained. As I said those words my voice cracks and I began to cry. I didn't want to but, it hurt me to know that I hurt her in the process of making myself happy. I never kept in touch with her or tried to be her friend again. I abandoned her.
"Harry..." Rosie started, probably not knowing what to say. She just hugged me tightly.
"And now she's dead and I will never get those words to her. I won't let that happen to you. Rosie, I love you so damn much. You don't know how happy you make me. If you weren't in my life, I don't know what I would do."
I grabbed her face and kissed her as it started to drizzle. We stood there in the rain just kissing. Now I am finally at peace with myself about Arabela, one day I will see her again, and I smiled at the thought of it.
