Fall (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Preface

Preface

I stood there paralized in the middle of the busy road watching Harry walk away from me. His tall frame moved with such grace, a beauty that I would never get accustomed to. His broad shoulders slumped forward, and I knew this was difficult for him too. I made him promise not to turn back. This would be a clean break. Long-distance relationships never work, we may as well save ourselves the heartbreak. The late Autumn breeze blew through my knitted sweater chilling me to the bone. I shivered, but only half of it was caused by the cold. Harry hailed one of the thousands of mustard yellow taxi cabs in the city. He slipped in, never turning back. Exactly how I had asked him to do. I watched him drive off, leaving behind everything that took place between us in the last few months. Every joke, every laugh, every alluring gaze, every touch, every kiss...the fights, and tears, every story and adventure now left to become nothing but fleeting memories. He will forget me, and move on. Even though he's just Harry to me, my Harry he's still a worldwide superstar. And I'm just one more of the starving actresses New York is brimming with. I took in a shallow breath, the cold air stinging my throat as it flew in. I know I was the one who wanted it to be like this. I should be happy. But, right there all I really wanted was for Harry to turn back around. To forget the stupid promise, and wrap his arms around me lovingly, protecting me from the world. Safe and alive how I always felt when I was near him. With him by my side, smiling crookedly with those silly dimples of his I felt like anything was possible. He believed in me, and gave me hope. But, now he was disappearing into the traffic, and I would only catch glimpses of him in magazines and on TV. In a desperate attempt, I fought against all my fears and the sneering "it will never work" my subconscious likes throwing in my face every chance it gets. I opened my mouth, screaming my favorite name in the world.

"Harry!"

He would never hear my cries. Sixth Avenue was too loud with rude people rushing by, and the never ending thick traffic travelling northbound. I was too late. I looked down, covering my face in my hands feeling alone and hopeless. My chest began to shake raking my body in muffled sobs. Harry was gone, I had driven him away.

"Autumn!" a wonderful raspy voice called. I loved the way my name sounded in that thick British accent.

I unburied my face from my hands tentatively. I was surely hearing things now. My blue eyes looked up landing on the emerald eyes of the most complex, yet easygoing person I had ever met. The wind swept his curly brown hair back as he ran towards me stopping the traffic as he went and risking being hit. I smiled delighted wiping away the two tears that had slipped from my eyes and down my flushed cheeks. It's as if all this time he had just been waiting for my call, for me to realize that we wouldn't end like this. We couldn't. We were both bound to fall.