almost || h.s

September 17 1963

It's hard to believe that Harry and I have stayed together for a month now. Well at this time last month, I didn't know that I would be in love with such a mysterious man at the time. He is definitely not mysterious, I might add.

I remember last month. I was so lost but craving for an adventure. I wanted to get away from my old life and that I did. I found something no one would have expected me to do, find love.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"Do you know what today is?" Harry was very anxious about the question. He probably didn't realize that I knew what day it was already. In fact, I had a small countdown in my head.

"No. What day is it?" I was curious as to if he actually remembered or was just informing me of the date.

"You don't remember?" He frowned, shifting so his shoulder was holding his head as his body faced me.

"Remember what?" I tried my best to act confused, my eyebrows scrunching together and I tugged at my left cheek with my teeth.

"It's the day a short blonde came running after me just so she could get in bed with me." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully and that earned a chuckle from him.

"Harry! I did not want to get in bed with you! I just needed a place to stay and was asking for directions!!!!" I fought back, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Oh, sure. Like you didn't see me and think just that." He grinned, proudly.

"Harry, you are too full of yourself."

"You know it's true."

"None of that is true, Harry. So don't even try to act like it was."

"Is Ms. Cooper angry?" He poked my cheek, giggling to himself. I stood stoic, trying my best not to break out in fits of laughter.

"Is Ms. Cooper ignoring Mr. Styles?" He began poking all over my face, annoying me like no other.

"You are so immature."

"You are so immature." He backfired, but in a more high-pitched girl tone.

"Stop repeating everything I say." I huffed.

"Stop repeating everything I say." He replied again in that girl voice.

"You know what? I'm just not going to say anything."

"You know what? I'm just not going to say anything." Repeating his actions like before.

I got up, stomping towards the kitchen to make me a pot of coffee on the kettle. As I was finishing pouring the beans into the boiling water, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. Engulfed into his sweet scent, I forced myself to move away to a nearby cabinet to grab one coffee mug.

"Are you ignoring me?"

I sat there, grabbing a novel and pretending that I was too busy to realize that he was hovering over me.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. Please talk to me."

I heard the kettle screaming, as I rushed towards the stove he followed every stride I took.

I poured myself a cup of steaming coffee, going back to my book that lay on the couch.

"You're not going to make me a cup?" I could hear Harry frown as he said those words. I simply drew my attention back to the novel, trying to find something interesting to keep me company.

"Elizabeth." He whined, sinking down right next to me on the couch.

"Please talk to me. I'm sorry about what I said. I swear I didn't mean it." He tried to lay his head upon my shoulder but I shrugged him off, earning an annoyed groan.

"You're mean."

Although I was tempted to fire back at him, I didn't.

"You're annoying."

He's the annoying one.

"I know you can hear me."

Of course I can hear him. I have ears for a reason.

"Just please talk to me."

Nope.

"I'll do anything."

Anything?

This caught my attention, but didn't let it appear upon my facial features.

"Mrs. Styles?"

"Harry I told you not to call me that! We've over this about eight times already."

I looked at Harry, realizing that I had slipped and responded back to him brought a smirk to his face.

"I knew you would speak to me." He grinned, proudly I might add.

"You know a nice foot rub would be nice." I smiled, remembering he said he would do anything.

"But."

"My feet are waiting, Harry."

He groaned, getting up and fetching my favorite lotion, a lavender blend.


"You owe me a back run for this."

"No. You said you would do anything for me to talk. You didn't say I had to return the favor." I smiled as he groaned, rubbing my feet carelessly like a little kid pouting.

"Can we take a bath later?"

"What is it with you and baths?"

"I like seeing you naked." He winked, before smiling widely.

"Harry. That's disgusting."

"You know you like it."

"No. I think you are the one who likes it."

"Fair enough. So bath later?"

"Fine. But you have to promise not to touch my bum." I wiggled my finger at him, reminding him of the one time he did so and it led to a big mess of water and bubbles.

"How about that bath now?"

"You haven't finished my left foot yet. You can't just discriminate my feet like that."

"Right. Ms. World Peace over here."

"Oh, you love me."

"That I do, Elizabeth. That I do."

"You know it's odd to think that we met and shortly after fell in love." I thought more to myself, but out loud.

"I know. But I wouldn't change it for the world."

"Me neither."

"Good."

I admired him greatly. The way he was always acting his position even though he didn't look it. In simpler terms, he continued to lose the color in his body but always acted as if he was okay and that everything was going as planned. And that made me feel like he was actually okay although he didn't look the part.

Every night I would go to sleep in his arms but wake up in a panic, as if he was gone away from me. But then I felt the secure hold of his arm against my waist and I knew he was okay.

Sweat would drip down my forehead and I would feel shaken, but seeing the beautiful man laying next to me, made it all worth it.

These dreams have been happening a lot recently. I've been feeling uneasy about them too. I feel that maybe it's not a dream, sometimes, because the imagery is so realistic.

It hurts to think of me and Harry ever separating and meeting different paths in our lives. It hurts to know that in a blink of an eye, he could be gone, away from me. Maybe all of this was just a bad dream, making me think it had a happy ending but fooling me instead.

But every thought, every assumption, vanishes into thin air. Because he is around and smiling. And hearing him say that he loves me makes it all the better. It makes me feel like this does have a happy ending, regardless of what my dreams tell me.

I think my dreams are that ounce of me that thinks it's all too good to be true. That it happend to fast and it's all just some type of trickery. But it's so far from that.

It's love.

Crazy and stupid love.

And I love that.


...



"Goodnight, my sleeping beauty." He whispered into my hair, bringing me closer to his chest and holding me.

"Goodnight my waking prince."

"I like that one. Was it from that novel you were reading?"

"I'm sleeping." I groaned.

"Oh, right. Goodnight, Elizabeth."

"Goodnight, Harry."