You're my first, my last, my everything.

Prologue part 2 (11 years later)

I glanced fervently at myself in the Mirror, finally satisfied. My hair and make up was flawless radiating eminence and the dress flattered my body to utmost perfection.

I grinned like a Cheshire Cat proud of my accomplishment, though it faltered for a moment as I felt a sudden wave of nausea surpass. lowering my head, I took a deep breath and refusing to succumb to the feeling. I refused to acknowledge the overpowering feeling of sickness that had been plaguing me incessantly.

Once again taking a fleeting glimpse at the clock, I sighed, waiting in impatient anticipation. I was restless for him to see me in this outfit and was contemplating his reaction. All the waiting was making me nervous, and I could feel my palms moisten anxious for his arrival.

Dating for a 2 years, madly in love and yet still he could provoke the emotions I felt on our first night out as a naive self-conscious 15 year old. though tonight that was not the only reason. Because tonight was a night of celebration!

I reached out for my phone resting in the midst of the perfumes on my dresser, and called the number on my speed dial. The endless sound of ringing reverted through my ears, my frustration growing with each rhythmic buzz. Eventually the unanswered call diverted to voicemail.

After the beep resounded i Let out a frustrated breath saying "Your typically late again Harrybo!  it's been 25 minutes, where are you? Im hoping you didnt break a leg on stage. How did it go? The excitement is killing me. Your excuse better be good, Tardy-Tawny!"

Tossing my phone back onto the dresser I let out a deep exaggerated sigh.

This week had been draining. Having finally graduated from school, thoughts of the future, college and generally my life was overwhelming. I had no planned direction, like my other ambitious friends adamant on the paths they wanted to take. All That was determined in my life was was my passion for writing, and my relationship with Harry. The two most valuable things I treasured.

I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed, trying to release the wall of tension built over the weeks.

My hormones where a chaos, My head was a rigid tangle of thoughts and it was all weighing down on me.

I was unable to attend the ultimate Event Harry's band had been working for over the years. They had been given a slot to finally perform in a large entertainment venue, in front of a live crowd!

Since early years of high school to graduation this band played a large role in our lives. Our teenage years were constantly filled with their music. it had started off with a group of 7 year olds pretending to use elastic bands and tissue boxes as a guitar. the realisation of how their talent had developed over the years was overwhelming.

Finally they would be able to entertain a dream of playing for a live crowd!

It was just as important to him, as it was to me and I was determined to be there as support. This was a big night which we had all been anticipating, since the beginning of this year. A date marked in red on our calendar. Preparations had been made months before hand, the outcome of this evening would determine if and late-night to early morning rehearsals, lack of sleep and growth of anticipation had truly paid off.

it was an event i wouldn't miss for the world, But unfortunately life had other ideas, and so did my treacherous body.

as though purposefully intended, a week before I had been ambushed with symptoms I couldn't quite place my finger on. With tidal waves of nausea, lung shattering coughs, accompanied by aches in every bone of my body, I was involuntarily forced to stay at home. though I had recovered a day before, everyone had insisted I rest and much to my reluctance I had ceased protesting. Though the prime reason I had given in, was because Harry had promised to take me out for a ravishing meal after to commemorate the occasion. Hence, why I was waiting now.

Caught up in my thoughts, I glanced at the time again, noticing another ten minutes had passed. It was as though silence saluted me, and the bed beckoned my body.

Exhaustion weighed down on me, as another wave of nausea surfaced. I had done so well with the facade of recovery, in hope of fooling those around me, though I knew I had not actually fully gained health. Though my pretense had not fully deceived my family and friends, it had earned a share in being able to celebrate after the big event. That was satisfying enough.

My frustration and distress was beginning to envelope me, and I was feeling more distraught by the minute. Had they forgotten about me?

The overwhelming sense of different emotions held me captive, and my stomach once again started to feel queazy. The past few weeks my moods had been changing like the weather, and even the smallest of incidents would make me want to cry. My hormones where a frenzy!

the excitement I had been feeling earlier was washed away instantly, by a wave of solemn distress.

The nauseous feeling returned, merciless, this time overpowering all my senses. i was vaguely aware of the overturning sensations wracking my body, and an familiar warm and tingly sensation spread accross my lower abdomen.

The room around me spun, it was as though an unbearable weight of a brick was weighing down upon my head. i could not string together a coherant thought as the heavy sensation of dizziness encaptured me.

A thick fog attacked each cell in my body, absorbing into my pores and making my knees buckle. it felt as though the trembling walls were closing in around me, holding me captive, my eyes closing at its own accord. ragged breaths escaped me it attempts of grasping consciousness once again.

Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. I chanted subconsciously.

Just as fast as the nausea came, it had receded, draining me of all willpower and energy.

I closed my eyes, attempting to regain control over my body. But the lethargy was too strong, a merciless dark warrior lurking overhead.

Unwilling to lose consciousness I forced myself to dwell on the sweetest memories, to occupy my mind.

thoughts of the memories of prom engulfed me. Smiling, I recalled the night I had given every ounce of my being to the boy who meant everything to me. He had already stolen my heart, from the mere early days of my childhood. Yet that night we had developed the type of intimacy that bought up relationship to an entire new level.

We had both surrendered our entire heart, body and soul, totally for the other to grasp hold of and keep. Protect. Cherish.

Leaning against the headboard of my bed for support, I glanced at the photo of me and Harry the night of prom. Engulfed in his arms, jubilantly laughing, looking vibrant and elated. The picture was captivating, the moment perfect.

Beside the picture lay the card for the hotel room Harry had booked for that night. Prom night, A blurr of endless passion it had been. And the card was a constant reminder of the best night of my life. Though the materialistic reminder was nothing compared to the treasured memories I held in my heart. My body buzzed in convivial delight at the thought of a remaking of that night, potentially this evening. If Harry turned up.

Thinking of that night my mind froze. My mind unconsciously denied the creeping feeling of realisation. Could the nausea, dizziness, delay of my monthly, be the result of the night of shared passion?

Impossible. It couldn't be.

The possibilities ran through my mind, whilst my mind denied it furiously.

Impossible. It couldn't be.

Keeping such thoughts at bay, and dismissing it with hesitation, I sat in silence, until I fell asleep.