Summer Love

part fiftyone

Short ending I know, but I really wanted it to be Harry's end thoughts, there will be an epilogue to finish the story off properly though

Harry’s POV

Where did I go now? I paced around the hospital car park, groaning every so often, not realising how frantically I was breathing. I need get away; I can’t be here, near her. I will never forgive her. She took the person I love most in the world away from me, and all she got was a few cuts and bruises?  I got in my car and drove, I didn’t know where I was going, but I carried on driving, I needed to get out.

Emily’s POV

He was right. It was my fault. I was to blame. She was dead, because of me. I killed my best friend. I barely spoke a word to Niall all evening, I lied in my bed curled up under the cover not talking, not moving, I felt disgusted with myself. Being in this apartment that we shared was just making matters worse, seeing her clothes, her books, everything reminded me of her. I could never tell anyone, I would be hated by everyone, Niall would leave me, I couldn’t lose him. Everything was going to turn out okay, it has too, in a few years people will move on, I’ll still be stuck with this permanent guilt but maybe one day I could move on.

Harry’s POV

As I sat in the seat she always sat in, at the table she always sat at, had the order she always got, I really appreciated why she loved this place. It was her second home. I watched the rain run down the window as I sat in the warm coffee shop thinking over the past 6 months. I sat there for hours on end. I didn’t feel the pain of losing her, I felt numb. “Mate we’re closing soon,” Jake told me. “Okay,” I remained cool, I don’t know how I was remaining this calm after how emotional I was just hours before. She would be at the apartment and going back to my empty apartment didn’t sound like the best idea for me, but that was the only place I had right now. As I entered my apartment it was weird not being met by Lauren sprawled out across my sofa watching her shitty TV shows, wearing one of my shirts, or burning ‘dinner’ trying to be domestic. Instead I was met by a cold, empty, lifeless apartment. I threw my jacket on the empty sofa and went into my bedroom. I still felt numb, I hadn’t cried since I had gone and saw her. That was until I turned around, there was the picture, the one Lauren got me for Christmas. My numbness was completely taken over by horrific crying, I had never been like this before, I couldn’t breathe, I gasped for air but carried on crying. My chest hurt, my head was pounding, I was snivelling ever three seconds. I clutched the frame, pressed against my chest as I lay down on my bed. As soon as I thought I had finally calmed myself down I remembered something and was in hysterics again. “Why?” I mumbled, my eyes screwed shut. “Why?!” I repeated, nearly shouting this time. I lost the one person that put up with my drama, “you accepted everything that was wrong with me... helped make me a better person. I’ll never be okay without you not even close to okay, I feel like I’m dying and broken in every way.” I didn’t realise I was actually saying this all out loud I sounded like a crazy man. But every word I spoke was the truth, I was broken without her.

I am broken.