I sat there in Harry arms as a few lonely tears falling from my cheeks. Harry rocked from side to side lightly humming a tune that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I didn’t object. Finally pulling away I looked into his soft eyes, instantly looking away. “I will miss you…”I say slowly and silently. A smile rises on his face showing his dimples. “As will I” He says lightly placing his hand over mine. I sighed deeply and looked into his smile one of my own rising as we stared at each other silently.
--3 Months Later--
Today was the day my dear best friend would leave me to go off and become some superstar. I walked into the airport, clutching my bracelet to my chest tightly. That bracelet was given to me by Harry for my 13th birthday, it meant everything to me and I wore it every day everywhere I went. I liked to believe it would keep me closer to Harry and it helped make everything okay. I took it off early this morning, my intentions of giving it to Harry. I walked down the large aisle ways of the busy airport, being bumped many, many times. I closed my eyes roughly before jogging towards his curly hair, I leaped into his arms as he held me closely. I pulled away to see his confused face, I pulled out his wrist and tied the fabric bracelet around his wrist. His eyes were wide as he realized what I tied around his wrist. I held my hands around the tattered fabric tears falling from my eyes out gazes entwining. “Keep it on…Remember me” I pleaded as he pulled me into his arms. “I will” He murmured into my hair, shivers falling down my spine as his warm tears ran down my back.
Soon I was waving good-bye to him. I watched him turn around to see me one more time before disappearing…forever… I soon fell to the ground and held his sweatshirt that he gave me right before he started to walk off. It was still warm, I wrapped myself around the shirt inhaling his scent, trying to keep it warm for as long as possible, but it soon faded. Just like my hopes of him remembering me like he promised. Our promises fading into my tears and sinking into the ground, I stood and bolted outside. I grabbed onto the chain-linked fence that separated me from his plane as I once more fell to the ground, holding his shirt. For the first time in my life, I looked up to the sky, to god and screamed loudly. “PLEASE!!” I howled to the sky earning a few saddened glances from people who understood my pain.
I took my time going home, his sweatshirt wrapped around my body and my original one tied to my waist. I sniffled and wiped my tears on the sleeves, staring at the ground. Hope falling with every step I took. I decided to sneak in through the back door to avoid being cuddled by anyone. I was positive someone would be there to try to help comfort me. I decided to fight this one on my own. I walked to the piano, and sat were Harry did before. I placed my fingers on the keys and tapped them in same tune he had played with me 3 months ago. I imagined him sitting next to me our warmth growing between our bodies as we played the most beautiful tune our hearts could think of…Together.
--Harry’s POV.
I held her close, closer than I ever have before, tighter than I ever have before, engulfing her scent and warmth. I didn’t want to leave her but I had to try. If I made any money from this or gained any fame we would live it together. I loved her…Of course I did… With all my heart. In both ways really, I loved her as my sister, I was her big brother and watched out for her. Fought her nasty ex-boyfriends. Held her close when she needed it. But, I also loved her, with my whole heart and I would do anything to get her out of here. Out of her Aunt’s grip, her crappy living conditions, and I know she wanted me not to go but I had to…For her…For Us. I ripped off my sweatshirt as I was called onto my plane, and threw it into her shaking arms. I grabbed her with one arm, kissed her cheek and forehead and ran off.
Getting onto the plane is when I realized, she was gone. For good. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I stared out the window. My hand wrapped around the fabric and held it tightly, as if I was holding a piece of her next to me. I promised her that day I told here I was going that I would never forget her. But, I promised myself I would do my best to rescue her from her own personal nightmare. I promised .
