i think this will be short as well, idk but yeah..
-A
I brought my hands to my head and bowed down in this belief. I closed my eyes, shook my head and repeated the words "This isn't real."
I thought that if I said it enough, it would come true.
I opened my eyes and sighed in relief, he was gone.
I made my way to the couch and sat down throwing my head back and closing my eyes.
"I'm still here Mr. Styles."
I jerked up and saw Death again standing right in front of me.
"No no no this can't be real, why me? Why can I see you? Why can I hear you?"
A million questions were circling my mind.
"I'm sorry Harry, that's just the way things are supposed to be. I'm just here to collect."
"But why now? I'm still young, I feel healthy."
"As much as you wanna believe you are, you aren't. There's nothing I can do about it."
"I still have a lot to live, I have a job and-"
"There are only 2 exceptions for you to stay alive and you don't fall under any of those categories."
I shot him a look of hope and asked "What, what are the categories?"
I was desperate to live, although there wasn't much to live for I still was too afraid to die.
"One is for loved ones, but Harry you do not have anymore family. Nobody would care if you died."
I felt a pang in my chest when I heard that. He was right, my mum and dad had left the Earth, my sister Gemma is nowhere to be found and I lost contact with close friends when I moved to New York from Cheshire. I still didn't want to go though, I still had a lot of time to find new friends and create my own new family.
"What's the second reason? You said there were two."
He sighed, "Unfinished business."
My eyes light up at the words that came from his mouth and I immediately stood up and said "I have unfinished business!"
"No, Harry, you do not"
"Do too"
"Do not"
"Do too"
"Please, do tell me about this unfinished business" He sat on the couch and crossed his legs, placing his hands on top.
"I-I uh, I.. I don't know.."
I stood there, feeling hopeless as if I my life was crumbling apart which it was.
"You see Harry? You have to accept it because the more that you are in denial the mo-"
I turned my attention to the small bookshelf on my wall.
"Wait, I do have unfinished business"
"What? What unfinished business?"
"Honey.."
"Whoa, Harry I don't know if we got off on the wrong foot here but I'm not g-"
"No, no" I shook my head, "Honey. I knew a girl named Honey and I ruined her completely. I need to finish what I started with her."
He looked at me with an unreadable face as I made my way to the shelf to find the red journal that I have not touched in years. I pulled it out and wiped off the tiniest bit of dust that was starting to form.
Death appeared next to me from thin air and stared at the journal. He sighed.
"I guess.. I guess I can give you some time to fix things"
I didn't have any emotions towards what he said. I was supposed to be happy, but instead I didn't feel anything. My thoughts were preoccupied by her.
Her beautiful long blonde hair, her mesmerizing blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean, her precious smile, her sweet scent of honey and lemon. I was interrupted from my thoughts.
"Harry?" Death waved his hands in front of me.
"Huh?" I pulled myself out of my trance and looked at the man.
"I'm willing to give you half a year to complete this task. No more, no less."
I nodded as he disappeared from my sight.
I sat on the couch withthe red journal still in my hands.
I needed to make this right.
okay yes kind of short, really short? idk but lmk how im doing bc i think im doing eh but i dont know, i would really appreciate it :)
-A
