Harry's car just pulled up to the house, he was finally home. Harry had been stuck in the hospital for what seemed an eternity. The driver carried in all of Harry's heavy bags into his house, Harry just sat in the back of the car; staring into space. Harry finally came out of it and decided to get out of the car, the driver got out the last small bag and handed it to Harry.
"Here you are, Mr. Styles. Sorry I couldn't be more of a help, but I have another customer to hurry to."
"No worries, thank you for your service today, Sir." Harry thanked him. The driver jumped back in his car and drove away, Harry walked up the drive to his front door. As he approached, he saw what looked like an envelope sitting on the stoop. He was on the front porch now, and it was a manilla envelope that had "Harry" written across the front. No address, no return address; nothing. He set down the small bag he was carrying and sat down at a small patio table, and he opened the envelope. A long, hand written note popped out, Harry observed the writing as a girl's. It was dated the night before his heart transplant, Harry found out he had a bad heart. He was diagnosed with Cardiomyopathy, which meant he needed a new heart, or he'd die of heart failure at such a younge age. Harry unfolded the note, and started reading...
"Dear Harry,
Hello love, if you're reading this than my plan worked successfully. I'm an 18 year old girl from the US, I live in the state of Illinois. My story is important, not my name. When I heard the news about your broken heart, I knew then I was the only that could fix it. I vowed then that, this heart will be yours. It needed a good home, a better home. I never fufilled my heart's desires, so maybe you will.
Harry, you saved my life. I need you to know that, I would've been gone a long time ago otherwise. I was an average, boring, ordinary girl. I had no special talents, I wasn't beautiful, nor anywhere near your level. In the winter of 2011 I first became a fan of you, and the rest of One Direction. You five amazing guys told fans in songs, interviews, and in person that they were beautiful. You made girls believe it for themselves, you made them feel worth more than they thought they were. Or for some, like myself, made them feel worth more than they ever imagined they could be. I was going to commit suicide; I had depression, bulimia, and I cut myself. I loathed myself, I felt so ugly, insecure, and non existant. I just wanted all this pain and misery people called life, to be over with. I planned to kill myself on Christmas Eve by over dosing on pills. Luckily, you guys got here before Christmas did. I fell in love, you boys were like five angels that wiped away every tear, and kissed away every ounce of pain. I felt I had a reason to live, you boys were the reason. I loved the other boys like best friends, but you, Harry, You were the most perfect boy I've ever heard of. I couldn't even dream up anyone as near as perfect as you. I love you Harry, with everything I am. I originally wanted everything in life; fame, fortune, talent, etc. Then you showed up, and suddenly ALL I needed was you. Famous or not, talented or not, hair or no hair. I needed you, your personality, your soul. You have no idea how hard it is to find your soul mate, and have to watch millions of other girls love him, too.
I remember reading about you being diagnosed and hospitialized, all that day all I did was cry. I couldn't eat or sleep, the mere thought of loosing you was killing me from the inside out. That night I devised a plan. I turned 18 two months prior to the news,and I had signed up to be an organ donor. I lived alone, my mother died of Leukemia months prior, never knew my Father, and I was an only child. My plan started by taking the next flight out to England, and booking a room at a hotel near the hospital you were at. I knew we had the same blood type, so hopefully that would be enough. When I first got to England, it was so beautiful. I couldn't but help wish I was here on vaction spending time with you, I was here on more important circumstances. The next part of the plan was the hardest, to me. This letter, the one you are reading. It has to be flawless, this is my one and only chance to write the words I couldn't say; straight from my heart. The next stage of the plan, call the hospital. I knew which doctor you were a patient of, I sat in the bath tub of the hotel with my cellphone. I called the hospital, and asked to talk to your doctor, Dr. Calvert. They paged her down to the office to take my call, she picked up the phone, and sounded stressed. I think she was afraid of losing you as much as I was. I told her my name, and I asked how you were doing. She almost hung up on me shouting "I don't have time for this!", I had nothing to lose so I screamed at the top of my lungs "WAIT!". It was silent for a few seconds, then Dr. Calvert replied with an irritated "What?". I told her to sit down and take note, and she actually did. I think I intimedated her into doing what I said, I had her write down my name, the hotel address, and room number. I also told her where a key to the door would be hidden. She didn't understand why I was telling her this information, so I finished the third step out of four by telling her my whole plan. I am surrendering my heart to you, Harry Styles, because you saved me and I wanted to save you back. I told her I had the same blood type, I was in good health, and that I was a willing organ donor. She didn't take me seriously at first, which I didn't expect her to. As I got into more detail, the more serious and quiet she got. I made her promise me that my heart would go to you, and only you. Then I told her about this note, my story. I also made her promise this is given to you, she agreed to both. "You know, its very sweet of you to care about Mr. Styles but, we can't take a heart from a living person, its illegal." Of course I was already very aware of this, this was step four; The final step. I had to kill myself without injuring my heart, I mean, your heart. I sat in the bathtub with a blade, I was going to cut my internal jugular vein. The hospital wouldn't be able to get to me in time to save me, I would bleed to death in 5 minutes. I told the doctor what I was going to do, she started arguing immediately. I calmly replied, "I don't understand why you're trying to stop me. I'm not commiting suicide, I'm saving someone's life, and just taking mine in the process. Like a fireman or policemen would for their job. This is my job, I want to save Harry, and I'm sorry but, you can't change my mind. Now please, send an ambulence to come get my body. Harry's heart will be ready for him soon." I hung up. I didn't have much time. I held the phone to Harry's soon to be heart and smiled as I said my last words aloud, "I love you, Harry Edward Styles. I regret nothing. I hope we meet in Heaven."
Harry, this heart will be yours. I never thought I'd have any more to give than my love, everything will change, but love remains the same.
P.S. - Save our heart for someone who leaves you breathless. Like you did to me <3"
She folded the note up and put it in a manilla envelope that said "Harry" on the front. She set it on the toilet seat by the bathtub she was sitting in. She reached for the blade, and moved her hair to the left side of her shoulder. She smiled as a tear streamed down her face, and said aloud "I will always love you and look out for you, Harry. I am your guardian angel, nothing will ever hurt you now that I'm here." She took the blade and put it against the side of her neck, she applied pressure and dragged the blade down, slitting her internal jugular vein. Blood ran everywhere, and she soon lost conciousness. 5 minutes later she was dead, 10 minutes later the paramedics showed up with a stretcher. She was pronounced dead. They took her body to the hospital, where it got tested to check compatibility with Harry's body. Just as she thought, it was a perfect match. Harry immediately got prepped for surgeory, Dr. Calvert successfully took out the old heart and implanted the new heart in Harry.
Harry spent two weeks in the hospital in recovery, the rest of the boys were on tour, and couldn't see Harry right away. It was finally the day he got released from the hospital, he had a car drive him to his home in England.
The driver helped carry in Harry's bags before he left, and Harry found a strange Manilla envelope on his front porch, placed there by Dr. Calvert, but Harry didn't know that.
Harry sat down at a small patio table on his porch. He took out the letter and read it, he had no idea how he got his heart. It was kept a secret from him specifically how he got a new heart.
He sat there, holding the note, unable to move. Tears silently streamed fast down his face, he couldn't breathe. He took his hand and put it over his heart, or her heart, he thought. As he sat there with a billion thoughts running through his mind, his phone rang. It was Niall, he answered. "Hello?" he managed to get out.
"HARRY! You're okay! I'm almost at your flat. Its just me, Paul wouldn't let the others come. I'll be there in two."
Harry hung up. He sat there emotionless until Niall got there, Niall parked his car in the drive and ran up to Harry. "What are you doing out here?" Niall questioned as he looked into Harry's red, puffy eyes.
Harry handed Niall the letter and muttered "read this."
Niall didn't even get half way through the note before he was a sobbing, emotional, wreck.
When he did finish reading it, he immediantly collapsed in the chair across the table from Harry.
Harry reached across the table and took Niall's hand and held it.
"How are you so calm?" Niall slurred out between gasps of air from sobbing. His face was read, and his eyelashes were drenched with salty tears.
"She doesn't want me to be sad for her, and so I'll try my best to do what she wanted... But, I'm afraid I'll be sad for myself."
"Why?" Niall questioned as he rubbed his eyes with his shirt collar.
"Because... I think... I love her. I don't even know her name. I'll never get to meet her, she's gone." Harry whimpered as the tears flooded his eyes.
Niall got up and walked behind Harry and rubbed his back as he put his face in his hands and cried.
Harry slowly looked up, his cheeks wet and glistening. "But I know I'll be okay..."
"How do you know, Harry?" Niall desperately wanted to know.
"Because Niall, my heart is perfect because, she's inside."
