Beautiful Bastard [H.S]

11•They Died

Harry's pov

They died

The last page no more text no more print the words have ended

And so have they

Romeo and Juliet died

I furrowed my eyebrows still staring at the last page

Why would someone write something so tragic?

They only want love to be together but no that was so wrong

Montagues and Capulets

Romeo sees Juliet he thinks she is dead so he kills himself with poison but no she's not dead she's alive and just asleep she awakens she sees him and stabs herself

Why must that be how it ends?

Had he only waited had he just morned over her a second longer

Pressure mounted I understand but so rash, so unnecessary

I shook my head and pulled out my phone I called Alexis it was 11pm on my day off but I know her I know she's awake and would explain this to me

"Hello?" Her voice that angel's choir it was a tad raspy she haven't talked much today apparently

I shut my eyes enjoying that sound but my face contorted "they died" I mumbled

"They did" she confirmed she knew what I meant

"Why? Why would he write such terrible things?" I closed the book holding it to my chest

"Shakespeare is known for his tragedies Harry it's just something to add drama" man did she sound so soft, so gentle as if I was a small child and she had to explain why the goldfish wasn't moving anymore

"But why kill the main character?" I whined

"Harry lots of authors do it to crush an emotional attachment it sucks but it happens"

"But he was there he was so close Romeo was there had he only morned a moment longer they would have made it" I sat up in my cot

"Then what? Have their families tear them apart? They were married but the family could over look that, could find a way to end marriage then what? live forever with a wall of people in their way?"

Now that she put it like that it wasn't so completely irrational I mean it was much but to a love sick mind I suppose it was a valid option

"And what would the families have learned? The hate was the only thing keeping them apart well fate had a way"

Fate what a disgusting word

"I don't like fate I've only heard bad things about it" I frowned

"Harry fate can be good too say it was fate we met and say had we become lovers that would be from fate I didn't bring you here you didn't choose to be here you trained to be a guard then was farther selected to be my guard due to your family tree that's fate" well since she put it that way

"Well maybe faith isn't so bad then" I caved

"This is all you called for? To ask why they died?" She giggled I kinda blushed I felt heat rising I huffed picking at my grey fleece blanket that's not entirely the only reason

"Yes..." liar I scolded myself "can I have a new book? One you like and have written in?"

"Mm Edgar Allen Poe unless you wanna stick to romance? Julius Caesar is also a great play but not romantic"

Caesar? Like the salad I was much too embarrassed to ask that

"Well uhh romance is nice but whatever you like"

"Mm Poe then, next I see you I'll give you a copy" she hummed happily she did love Edgar I was jealous of how much of her affection he got and the man may well have been with the fossils as long ago as he was alive

Am I really jealous of a dead author because of the attention she gives him

"That's sad" I shook my head

"What's sad?" I jumped shit I said that out loud

"Uhh... uhh the ending it's s-sad" I swallowed over embarrassment

"Yes well you'll remember it won't you?" I nodded to myself

"Y-Yeah I will" I laid back in my cot on the one white pillow I had "did I wake you majesty?"

"No no I was up" she shifted around in her bed I heard the sheets and the air escaping her pillows

"How is your foot?" I tried to stimulate conversation I couldn't let her go I wanted to hear her voice and though I'd get to see her tomorrow she'd be around Henry a majority of the day they were going to be planning the semi-anual ball

Only the finest of the upper class were invited though it was 2 months away the planning had to start now Alexis got to pick out nearly everything but the menu oh that's Henry's business

"Better I'll be up and ready to dance for the ball" I smiled she had the same idea as me how funny

"That's good it'll be my first one and I'd hate to have you sitting out" I was still pretty sympathetic the doctor said her foot will never be the same and that she will have foot pains for the rest of her life

Not constant pain but pain for standing too long for walking long distances things like that

"I'll even save you a dance don't worry yourself Harry"

My jaw dropped she'd save me a dance?

"No no ma'am you can't... you don't have to" I cleared the air

"Don't be silly I insist I'm sure your light on your feet" she giggled

I love that giggle that giggle could be the last sound I'd hear and I could die fulfilled

Woah that was a Romeo and Juliet moment there "I'd call you my Juliet but I don't want anyone to die" I laughed

"Mm I'd call you Romeo but I don't think you're sneaky enough" she joked

"But the conflict is the same but instead of 2 different families it's 2 very different social levels" I was proud I made a comparison

"Yeah exactly" she sounded proud of me I smiled widely to myself I felt accomplish having impressed her

"Harry?" I realized I'd gone silent on the line

"I-I'm sorry I've bothered you Majesty thank you for answering my questions I'll see you tomorrow"

"You shall goodnight Harry sleep well"

"You too pleasant dreams my Queen" I didn't hang up and neither did she

"Harry hang up" she laughed

"Do I have to?" I whined

"If you want to end a call yes" she continued laughing

"I guess night" again I didn't press the end button

"Your insufferable Mr.Styles"

"I'll pretend to know what that means" I laughed

"Good night I'll see you in the morning" this time she hung up I slowly moved my phone from my face looking down at the book on my chest

I thought of her I closed my eyes and pictured her

And when I fell asleep I dreamt of her