courage. {harry styles}

DISCLAIMER:

The story you're about to read is purely fictional. This story does not intend to disturb anyone and is only here for reading purposes.

I do not wish for anyone to die or something, okay?

And I do not own Harry Styles (although I kinda wish I do) or any famous character mentioned in this story.

Enjoy reading!

-rememberingsundays xx

PS. And I do know that those are Harry and Gemma on the cover, but they're just so cute and just imagine being Gemma and SADJFBIRGRG okay carry on xx

PPS. LISTEN TO STORY OF MY LIFE AS YOU READ THIS

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I don't know what hurts more, Harry; me watching you slowly being taken away from me or saying these words out loud.

I don't really know what I should say, Harry, because I know it's already too late, and there is not a day I don't regret not telling you all of these.

I just guessed that you already knew, because I've been trying so hard to make you feel it; just like how you never told me I was beautiful because, there's no need; you made me feel beautiful, Harry, and that's enough.

I did love you, Harry, and you know that I always will. I might have sucked at showing it, but believe me, I love you, Harry, so much.

You've been an amazing best friend and boyfriend to me, Harry, and it kills me to think that they never got to know the real you. Only some of us do - your family, your mates, me - and I want everyone present today to know what you were really like. I want to them to know you as a lover and most of all, a friend.

We met three years ago, you were this rising pop star; tattooless, cheeky, clueless about the world of fame. You were always confused about the little things in this world; curious, mostly, just like how you questioned every single detail of my life when we met.

I didn't know why you were intrigued by my boring life. I was never one to be given attention to, I was never interesting to anyone, but somehow, you saw me; you saw me completely differently from the way I saw myself, and what you did meant so much to me, Harry.

I remember how we stayed up all night inside that café just talking and I never saw something more beautiful than your smiling face. You told me how happy you were to be able to talk to someone normally, although I already knew who you were. I just pretended I didn't because I could feel your need of having someone who would know the real you, not as the most popular member of the most popular boy band in the world.

I forced myself not to like you, ironically because you weren't what I expect you to be, Harry - you're much, much better and I never actually thought you would like me, I mean, I was an ordinary girl who is mostly awake at 2 AM. 

In my eyes, you were a star but you slowly became my whole night sky, Harry. I slowly let myself give in and I opened my heart to you. 

No matter how many times I tell myself I'm not pretty, you managed to make me feel like I am. I never felt loved but that is until I met you. You made me feel loved, Harry, and you make sure you do the same to every person who means something to you.

That's one of the things the media don't know about you, Harry. They made you look like this heartless, womanizer who sleeps around, getting wasted and spends his nights on clubs with strippers.