Into The Woods - Harry Styles

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The crisp February air whips through my brunette locks and chills my body as I am sprinting towards the woods. I can still hear the protest being shouted into the night as I stray farther away from the castle. My brain is telling me I shouldn't be running back into the woods to find Harry, but he can't just leave like that, at least not without saying goodbye.

I am now standing at the entrance of the woods. The path that leads into the forest is covered with footprints from when we emerged earlier today. I take a deep breath before stepping onto the dirt path.

"Harry, where are you?" I begin to call out, constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure no one is following me. There is no reply which saddens me. I know he couldn't have gotten far if Daniel was telling the truth about him leaving just a few minutes before me.

I walk deeper into the woods, holding my breath with every step I take forward. I squint my eyes when I see what looks to be a person walking about fifteen feet ahead of me.

"Harry is that you?" The figure stops, and slowly turns around. Its not until the person is completely facing me that I finally let out the breath I was holding in.

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" I question him as he walks closer to me. He is dressed in a dark coat, the hood covering his bouncy curls. He puts the hood down and says,

"I didn't know how to tell you..." He trails off, his accent strong. I furrow my eyebrows, taking a step closer to him.

"Tell me what?" I ask, taking another step closer to him. We are now mere inches from each other. I can feel his breath fanning my face as he exhales into the night air. Chills run down my back at the contact of his breath hitting my neck.

"This." Before I can even comprehend what he had muttered my world fades into complete darkness when something hard collides with my skull.

* * *

My eyes flutter open to the sound of birds chirping outside of my window. I stretch and push the covers from my bed off of me and place my feet on the cold stone floor. I walk over to my large bay window and gaze out, looking over the garden. The flowers are blooming beautifully, the colors reminding me of a rainbow.

I step away from the glass and head towards my door to find my parents. When I turn the corner I notice my reflection in the mirror isn't one I am used to. I walk over to the full length mirror and stare in awe at my stomach. The once flat belly is now rounded and protruding from my abdomen. I run my hand over the new bump, with furrowed eyebrows. When did this happen?

I shake my head and turn away from the mirror, no longer wanting to believe what I am seeing. I head towards the staircase, skipping a few along the way. As soon as my feet hit the last step I see my mother standing, talking with one of the servants. I can't help but look at her in awe as well. What is going on? I run over to her, pushing past the maid and embracing my mother.

"Rosalie, what is the matter? Be careful before you hurt your child." She quickly tells me, pulling away from the hug. She is alive? How is this possible?

"H-how are you alive?" I ask in disbelief, my mouth falling a gap.

"What do you mean, Darling? Are you feeling well?" She questions me, leading my body to a chair that sits nearby. I sit and shake my head.

"You were dea-" Before I can finish we are interrupted, by a voice I haven't heard in what feels like years. Standing before us is my younger brother, James. I quickly stand up, pulling him into a hug.