Life goes on, yet I still haven't fully moved forward...
I have had a massive heartbreak the last year, and I hate the fact that it won't go away. I only knew the girl for less than 2 weeks, but I don't know why I felt like she made such an impact in my life.
"Harry, catch!" Niall said as we readied for our Vancouver meet and greet. I looked up from the floor and watched Niall throw me a box, wrapped in gold paper. I smiled and Niall walked towards me, patting my shoulder.
"Cheer up, lad. Happy Twenty-First Birthday, bro. You're officially an adult, we go turn it up tonight, mi friend" he chuckled, and I laughed with him.
"You shouldn't have," i said as I pulled it open. Niall put his hand through his hair.
"It's not much, bro, but... yeah," he murmured, and I rolled my eyes. Typical Nialler.
I opened the box to find a new pair of boots, inside the sole was a pair of expensive golfing gloves. I laughed pulling him in for a hug.
I sat back down and began to put on the gloves, checking if they fit.
As I began to slide the fabric over my fingers, I suddenly noticed the darkened skin against my palm... I pulled it up, curious. I traced the line with my finger, the texture softer than the rest. My chest feeling hollow at the memories now as I remembered...
That night Nikki saved my life, that night I cut myself with her knife and she treated me so gently, so loving...
That day, after the incident, when I saw her... her face in agony and guilt, two purple bruises by her lip and cheek, a sewture by her neck...
That night she took death for me...and smiled proudly about it the whole way through
It killed me inside...
I had to look back up at the ceiling, pouting uncontrollably, trying to hold back the tears in my eyes...
Stop being such a child, Harry. Suck it up.
Niall walked up to me, his face upset.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Niall asked, stopping from brushing his hair in a quiff. He looked at me, and I just shook my head.
"Just some memories. Thanks again, Niall. I love it," I smiled half heartily. Niall smiled, but his eyes knew there was something deeper. I kept looking at my shoes, smiling.
"Niall, come help Louis take this hat off of his head! It's stuck" Liam yelled. Niall turned his head, and gave me a quick pat on my shoulder.
"Be happy," he murmured before running out the door.
I sighed, and wiped my tears, taking a breath as I walked into the other room.
The fans came in, all of them prepping in, trying to act natural, too natural as they all carried a bunch of make-up. But I overlooked that, and would notice how beautiful and unique each of them are... and how wonderful they must really act when they're not around celebrities like us.
I sat down at a chair as they asked for autographs, each of them so hyped and excited. I love making people happy...
I tried to forget the memories, and I began to enjoy myself, distract myself with the same as before, photos and short conversations as I sighed countless photos.
In a matter of minutes, there was a line, and they brought in the second group for autographs.
I scratched my hand that cramped up, before grabbing the pen again, and forcing myself to sign my name again, a smile on my face as my eyes wanted to cry still.
Control yourself, Harry...Only around 3 guests left to sign and your done.
"Harry, what's that on your hand?" I looked up, a sweet little ginger asked me, she looked to be around 10. I smiled half heartedly. Her older sister elbowed her, telling her how rude it was.
"No, it's okay," I replied, looking at the scars, becoming more of a man as I sucked in the tears.
"It's a scar, hopefully I'll get it all fixed up soon, so you won't have to worry about it, okay sweetheart?" I said softly. The girl nodded.
"Why do you need to get it removed? I have one,too." a voice said as I signed the autograph.
"Oh really?" I replied, trying not to think about it much,it was getting harder to hold in the tears..
"Yup, I actually died for a few minutes, before they brought me back to life. So be proud of your scars, Styles," the voice finished, it was odd.. her tone changed in a quick word..Familiar.
I looked up to find a woman with wavy brown black hair, her skin a light brown, as if she had not been in the sun for a while...
I just glared, in disbelief as I stared at her lips.
"Scars are healed wounds, memories that make you stronger, that define who you are," she finished with a smile, taking of her sunglasses.
I dropped my pen and paper, frozen as I glared at the women in front of me with wide-eyes...
Her features, her beautiful hazel brown eyes, her plump lips,exactly... I couldn't believe my eyes. She must've dyed her hair... but... how...
"Is... Is that you,-" I was barely able to hold in the tears. The rest of the men noticed the commotion and and walked closer to me.
"Yes, it's me," she replied.
I coughed on my saliva, tears to my eyes. I embraced her in a tight hug, kissing her face, in front of all the fans. I don't care. All I knew is that I was not going to let her go...
She explained through the kisses, and the boys forced the rest of the fans out. I really didn't care right now.
Frankie had eventually planned to kill me since he liked Nikki, too. Frankie was killed that night, along with Felton.. She died, and Ernie, who's actually her uncle, officialized her death to the agency while Essie brought her back to life..
Ernie talked to her dad, and he let Ernie and Essie renew their identities as well, to keep the last of his family alive... and Nikki, Ernie, Essie left without a word... Nikki's death helped her get a new identity, start fresh, but I scowled at her for taking so long to come back...
She explained that it took a long time to actually heal from the wound. She showed me the scar, and repeatedly states that it was a flesh wound, but I kissed her to shut her up anyways.
She pulled away, keeping her grasp on my waist as I did to hers. A tear to her eyes, excitement.
"But call me Belen. Belen Summers," she smiled and I knew exactly what she meant now..
I fixed her... her life..let her sacrifice her old life, and gave her a new one..
A new one with me.
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Fanfiction"Don't...look...down," she was barely able to whisper. The faint pink of her lips began to become pale, her eyes horror-struck as she held on to me. My eyes, desperate to see the damage. The blood that dripped down my face, down from hers, too. I...
