Stacy's P.O.V.
Hard to find a way to get through
It’s a tragedy
I felt soft lips pressed against my own. A sweet and gentle, yet desperate kiss.
Pulling at me like the stars do
You’re like gravity
It was unidentifiable. It didn't feel familiar, but it felt REAL - more real than anything that I'd experienced in a while.
Even if the wind blows
It’s hard to believe
It seemed to be reaching in and pulling me back from a distant place. Everything else was a blur.
How you gonna love?
How you gonna feel?
How you gonna live your life like the dream you have is real?
My senses came alive in that moment.
And if you lost your way
I will keep you safe
We’ll open up all the world inside
I see you come alive tonight…
But then it was over. I was on the brink when it ended.
I will keep you safe
I reached after it, fighting to hold on. I was numb to the core. My lips still felt the sensation and I put all my strength into moving them.
I’m crawling on the floor to reach you
I’m a wreck you see…
I spoke something that my brain didn't know, but my heart did.
When you’re far from home now
Makes it hard to believe…
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When Niall lifted his head, he felt the presence of someone else in the room. He turned to find Harry standing in the doorway, his face expressionless. None of them had spoken much in the past few hours. Their heads and hearts seemed to be so full and heavy, and yet those thoughts couldn't find verbal expression. They stood looking at each other for a moment. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but his effort was futile. "Niall?"
It was a faint whisper, but it was unmistakeable. The boys both turned their attention to Stacy, who was lying dead still. Harry took hurried steps toward her as Niall scooped her hand up in his.
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Who Do You Think You Are
FanfictionStacy has a choice to make - the kiss that closed her eyes, or the one that opened them...
