Mirror (Harry Styles)
Prologue
“I’m looking right at the other half of me. The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold.”
-Justin Timberlake “Mirrors”
Just staring at the pouring rain makes me reminisce on all the times me and him shared by this very window. Where you could see London and all its beauty. Memories of when he used to hold me so tight, as if he was afraid of losing me.
And how he would cuddle with me and whisper sweet nothings before I fell asleep in his arms crawl into my mind. But one in particular pulls at my heart the most. How he used to tell me he loved me to the moon and back before we finished a phone call.
It’s been a few months since he left me in this solitude I call life. He hurt me to the depths of depression. I can’t go outside without having the thought that I will bump into him on the streets and not be able to hold my emotions in check.
Sorrow makes the heart weak. And in my case, destroys it.
Will I ever be strong enough to deny his apology when the day comes and I finally see him? Will my heart be strong enough look him in the eyes and say that I don’t love him anymore? Silly of me to think that. No. The answer is no.
Because at some point he was everything I ever wanted and needed. The fact that I will always take him back doesn’t make me weak in the slightest. It just means that I am strong enough to comprehend that even if he broke my heart once, he most likely has the power to do it all over again.
But I’m willing to risk it all for him. Just like I did the years we were together.
Nobody knew me like he did. He was my other half. Because when I stared into his eyes, I saw eternal love and that will never change. He showed me how to love myself when I despised my reflection. But maybe he doesn’t even remember any of this. So why bother on something that is no longer with me.
Staring at the pouring rain slowly drizzle down my glass window is making me drowsy and sleepy. I carefully get up off the couch and head to my bedroom.
Startled by the picture I keep on my nightstand by my bed of me and Harry, I carefully hop in my bed dragging the bed sheets all the way to my chin. Hoping to block out all memories that we once shared, I unconsciously start to dose off into my dreams.
The only place that I can hold Harry in my arms once again.
Well hello there lovely people (:
I had some problems with the story so I deleted it. but now I had figured everything out and thanks to my lovely cousin Valerie, I no longer have writters block. Thank goodness for that!! Anywho, thanks to those reading the story and voting. it means a lot to me. it might not be much but here I am!! Love you all and thanks :D
