Harrys POV:
Well fuck. She isn't coming back.. I just know it.
I lost her
I need her.
.
Does she want me to to move on? Or stay stuck.. Possibly wait a year to move on like she did? But god look how well that went for her... I will go look for her when she cools down. But will it be too late? Kade can find her... Dimitri can too..
Britt (her sister) could find her ..
I need her.
And she doesn't need me.
Eva's POV:
I ran. I ran until I could see the old water tower. I reached the bottom and looked up. I grabbed the rusty ladder rungs and flew up. When I reached the top, I looked at my hands, liquid crimson flowed freely from the palms. I wipes them on my dark jeans and sat down, not caring the boards were breaking. I looked up at the sky for hours. I pointed out constellation after constellation. I talked to people that weren't there, I lost my mind and gained it back over and over.
I finally decided that I was going to end it all. I couldn't do it anymore.
I stepped to the edge and climbed over the rail. I looked down.
Death is easy.
Death is painless.
Death is... Forever.
If I am going to die, I was doing this right. I climbed back over the railing and climbed down, my hands numb with pain.
I ran again to the old forgotten cemetery.
I sat down by Reece.
I stood up again. I looked at the heavens.
"WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME. WHY. WE COULD BE .... WE COULDVE BEEN.... We could be happy." My voice broke on the last word. Happy. Am I happy? No... No I'm not. Nor will I ever be. Never will I let myself be happy. NEVER.
I grabbed a rock and threw it where Reece lay beneath.
I dropped to my knees and sobbed.
"I'm sorry. God I'm so sorry. I was a sorry excuse for a girlfriend.
We could've been married.
We would be married.
The day before he, um, died, he proposed. A promise ring of sorts.
"I-i- I'm so sorry. I will join you soon." I got up and began to walk out.
I grabbed my phone and called harry.
He picked up on the first ring, and by the quality I knew I was on speaker.
"Eva where in the HELL are you?!" Someone screamed.
"Oh fuckin stop. You don't even care. None of you do. Give up the act." I bellowed. They were already pissing me off.
"Now shut up and listen.
I am dying. Soon. I will be DEAD.
You can't stop it, don't even try.
I want out. I will get out. With or without your help.
Stay out of my way.
I will be out of yours soon.
Oh and harry?" I said innocently
"Um.. Yes Eva.?" He replied in that delicious voice.
"Fuck you." Then I hung up, the last thing I heard was a sob. A gasp. An inhale of discomfort and pain.
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The Bad Boy Met His Match
FanfictionHarry is part of the newly "punk" one direction. He is also an egotistical jerk. But when Eva the Russian beauty comes waltzing into his life, what happens? When she spills secret after secret.. Will harry like the truth? Or wish it had stayed hidde...