headmaster styles.

One Last Time

“I need to be the one who takes you home.”

April 30, 2012
Anastasia Greene’s Bedroom

He went from sitting on the bed in front of me, to pacing back in forth at the front of the room, ranting on about how much he loves me. And I was crying through it all. “Anastasia. Please stop crying,” he sounded tired, and I wiped away my tears.

“Well I don’t know why you’re bothered with my tears considering that you were the reason for half of them,” I muttered and he glared at me.

“Don’t you go blaming any of this bullshit on me,” he snapped.

“Since when is what we have bullshit?” I mocked him and he growled.

“It’s not my fault that you fell in love with me!” he yelled and I stood up.

“It is your fault!” I threw back at him and he threw his hands up. “It’s your fault because you were there! You were there through it all! You were there when I moved into your stupid mansion, when I had my first kiss, and when I lost my virginity. You were fucking there.”

“I was your first kiss…?” he muttered and I nodded my head, tears rushing down my cheeks.

“Yes, Harry. You were my first kiss. And it is your fault that I am desperately in love with you. I didn’t deserve this, yet you gave me your love anyways. Why would you do that to me?” I asked, collapsing to the floor.

He fell to his knees and wiped my tears away. “I gave my love to you because you accepted it,” he whispered and I met his gaze.

“But why would you give it to me? Penelope would have accepted your love just as much as I did. Any woman would be lucky to find a man like you…” I spoke truthfully and he gave me a weak smile. He sat down beside me on the floor, leaning up against the chest in front of my bed.

“Any man would be lucky to have you Anastasia,” he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. “I gave you my love because I thought you needed it. When I saw you, you seemed miserable; broken. I wanted my love to mend you. But bébé, it was your love that mended me…”

“How is that even possible? I ran away from you constantly.” I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Only because I pushed you to run,” he admitted and more tears spilled from my eyes, “I thought that you didn’t want me, so.. that’s why I pushed you away so many times. We fought and -”

“Harry that’s what we do. We fight. In order to be perfect we have to fight.” He looked at me sternly and laughed a little.

“Ana, if you haven’t noticed by now, we’re not perfect by any means,” he said dryly and I buried my face in my hands, crying out.

“I know. I get that,” I said and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, bringing my head into his chest.

“But that’s okay,” he whispered in my ear and I wiped my tears away, looking back at him. “I look forward to our imperfections every day, Anastasia. Every damned day.”

All of a sudden, Niall opened my bedroom door and stiffened when he saw us on the floor. “Um, Harry. Fauna is furious. She knows about you and Ana, and she knows that you’re getting married Saturday. She’s convinced that you’re only going to hurt Ana, so I think it’s best if you leave before she gets to you.”

I looked back at Harry once Niall shut the door and left the room. “I’m sorry. My mother gets in the way of everything…”

He stood up and held out his hand, “Anastasia Greene. Will you dance with me? One last time?” The lump in my throat began to build up as I nodded my head and placed my hand in his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder as he tightly clamped his arms around my waist, pressing our bodies together. I cried onto his shoulder as he hummed a tune as we moved across the room.

“I’ll be seeing you, in these old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces, all day and through…” he began to sing the song he sang to me during our first dance and I cried harder, making him squeeze me tighter as we danced around the room, “I’ll be seeing you, in every lovely summer’s day. I’ll always think of you that way.”

“I’ll be seeing you,” I whispered and he looked at me. He put his hand on my chin before leaning down and kissing me softly.

“One last time,” he muttered, barely audible, and kissed me again. He put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me deeper as I cried. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I stated before he kissed me again.

“Harry Styles!” my mother burst through the door and Harry pecked my forehead before grabbing my hand and locking eyes with me. Tears filled his before he slowly let go of my hand and let it drop to my side. “Do you -”

“I was just leaving, Mrs. Greene. I’ll see you at the wedding,” Harry said once he slid past her. But then he looked at me through the doorway and tears sprung from my eyes. “And I thought for a moment… A moment before anyone else came in the picture; when I realized how much I really loved you, when I realized how much you mean to me and how much I never wanted to leave you… I knew in that moment, I knew in my heart, that it would always be Ana and Harry.” Then he smiled weakly before walking out of my life.