Afflicted (Harry Styles) [book 1 in FAME]

Epilogue

Epilogue

Today was it.

Today marked the six months I've been in this treatment center, working on myself and my issues. It's been a long journey from irritating, but helpful, therapists, missing my family, and Harry and Niall. I worked hard to become a better person, and to change my ways. So far, it worked. I feel like a totally new person.

No more had I given out these snarky replies, and had been unnecessarily rude to people. I was nice, polite, and treated them normally. Unless they were rude first (I still had an anger problem that I had to work on, but that was besides everything else). My fear of crowds still existed. My flaws were still there, they just lessened a lot.

I turned to Esther, one of the sweetest workers I've grown to know while staying here. Her grey, pinned up hair was falling out and her glasses were on the tip of her nose, but she had tears in her eyes seeing me with my bags packed.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Esther wrapped me into a hug. “Promise you'll call me sometime? I gave you my number, didn't I?”

I chuckled, feeling the tears pool at the edge of my eyes. “Yeah, Esther, you did. I promise I'll call. I won't disappear off the face of the planet.”

“You better!” Esther pulled back, shaking a bony finger at me. “I'll have to come after you otherwise.”

I laughed shakily, not wanting to leave this woman. She was the mother figure I needed, I couldn't let Esther disappear completely. I gave her one last hug with a promise to call her in a few days and walked out (I only signed myself out a half hour ago).

Just as I was about to enter the black van that would take me to Niall's apartment, I heard two pairs of shoes scuffing against the sidewalk. I lifted my head, and felt my heart throb and a lump bob up and down in my throat. There he was... The man I've been crushing on for months now.

The curled, brown hair with the striking emerald eyes... He'd gotten so much taller since I'd last seen him. And those boots. Where the hell did he start wearing those brown boots and jeans that tight? I felt my throat tighten. This “hipster” looking side of Harry made him simply gorgeous. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

I watched as he strode towards me, confidently. He was smirking, one hand dug into his pocket. God did he look sexy, those eyes on me as he walked with that much confidence... Just as he was inches away from me, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and cradled my face in his hands. He didn't hesitate to lean down and press his lips against mine.

When he kissed me, I felt every breath I had sucked in get yanked out of me, like someone had intentionally kick me in the stomach. My breath was, simply put, knocked out of me. My fingers clung to Harry's jacket, pulling him closer to me as I kissed him back, eager to feel his lips moving against mine.

When we pulled away, he mumbled against my lips, “There's that kiss you promised me.”

I could only giggle in response. I pulled him back against my lips, wanting to feel them once more. 

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