Short Stories

One: Fanfiction

This will be a short Harry styles story, I hope you enjoy!!

I look around the apartment with Harry's arm wrapped against my waist. We will be living here, a huge grin spreads across my face. Just the thought of us living together fills me with contentment. We can now live our lives with each other, no parents or siblings. Both of us at the age of nineteen, graduated from high school and applying to colleges that are close to each other. Living with Harry is going to be amazing, and nothing will change it otherwise.

-10 months later-

"Harry I'm back!" I say as I enter our apartment, coming back from work on the weekends. Silence filled the hallways; I walk to the porch that shows the beautiful view of the city. Outside I see Harry doubled over the balcony with his head in his hands, weeping. I quickly drop my stuff and run to him.

"Harry, baby, What's wrong?" I ask while pulling him into a tight hug. Harry just shook his head letting his tears stream down his face.

"E-elena," He says into my shoulder, his beautiful brown ringlets rubs against my neck and his tears stained my shirt. I nudge my head into the crook of his neck and peppered small, light kissed in attempt to calm him down. His breathing steady's a bit.

"Shhh, Harry. What's wrong? Please tell me baby," I softly muffle into his neck. My heart breaking every time I hear his quiet sobs.

"Elena," he says once before taking a deep breath to recompose himself, getting ready to talk. He pulls away from me, looking me into my eyes. "Elena, my...my mom, a-anne died." He answers slowly, leaving me speechless. Tears spring into my eyes as I process the information just given to me I drop view to my hands. Harry takes his hand up to my chin and brings my eyes back up to his. "Hey, look at me," he says. Harry's mother has been like my own mother. I loved her so much. The tears built up in my eyes, seconds later they fell. His eyes burned into mine. I let out a loud and short exhale before saying something.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I know how much you loved her and cared for her. Do you want to go back home for a few weeks? I can stay here and take care of the apartment." I say to him in a shaky voice.

The pureness and sadness in his eyes made me want to start crying all over again. But I hold them back, wanting to support Harry as much as I can right now.

"I can't go back alone, there is no one else to go back to. I can't even afford a funeral. We both can go, and have a funeral ourselves." he tells me.

"I think that would be lovely. Your mother would love that." I reassure him. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly, as if I am going to leave him also.

My whole life I have been alone, in foster care. Going from house to house, Once I turned the age of thirteen nobody wanted me. I was left alone in the empty hallways of the foster home. But one day Harry's mother -Anne- came along, wanting to take care of a child. And all of all the children, she chose me. A worthless, penniless little teenager. Anne Took me under her embrace and took me back to meet harry. A green eyed curly hair annoying lad, I've always had a crush on him and didn't admit it until the age of sixteen. It turned out that he felt the same way. And now we are here, both longing the presence of Anne. A wonderful mother and caretaker. Both Harry and I will miss her so very much.

"Elena, just promise me one thing. Please don't ever leave me; you are all I have left." He whispers into my ear.

"I promise Harry. I love you too much to leave you."

"Good, because I love you too much that I won't be able to live without you."

-At the funeral-

I stand with Harry holding onto me by the waist in front of Anne's grave. A river flowing through the cemetery giving peaceful scenery. One Anne would've loved. Harry drops his arm that was snaked around me and let it fall against his side.

He takes a step forward and talks with the left over voice, "Mum." his voice all gravely and scratchy from full days of crying, "I just wanted to say thank you for everything. For raising me to be the way the person I am right now. For sticking up for me when I couldn't speak my mind, for putting up with me when I caused you trouble. Thank you." He takes a step more forward kneeling down and setting a daisy on the tombstone, I hear him take a deep breath before continuing. "I remember the first day of primary school. The day that you gave me a lollipop to bribe me into entering the school. That day I felt afraid, afraid of the kids and that they wouldn't like me. Afraid, which the teachers would get me in trouble and send me to the principal's office. But mainly, I was afraid of being separated from you. I didn't want to go, because I was terrified, thinking that you were going to forget about me. I thought that all the time that I would spend in school, would get in the way of you and I. But you taught me to not be afraid of change. Not to be afraid of distance. That is what keeps me here today, knowing that there is not much distance between us, and I will never forget you. I love you mum."

I make my way over to Harry and stand next to him. I hear his quiet sobs over the words of his speech that were left hanging in the air. Suddenly, Harry grabs my hand and makes me sit down in front of me, wrapping his arms around my figure and leaning me back, until the back of head hit his chest.

"I also want to thank you for introducing me to Elena, mum. Thank you for letting me love this amazing, gorgeous and kind girl. I wouldn't have asked for more. I love her so much and I know that you see it also, I just want to ask that you watch over us, guide us as a couple. I don't see myself with anyone else, only Elena."

My sadness is replaced with a smile, filling up my whole face. I lift up my head up to face Harry, my grin mirroring on his expression.

"I love you Harry," I take in a breath, "so much."

He also takes in a slight breath before reciprocating what I said.

"And I love you Elena. So much."