Unrequited Love (HS)

Chapter 1

*Author P. O. V*

I want him

I need him

He is my life

My world

He is my everything

He is my heart

He is the blood in my veins

He is every nerve in my body that controls me

It hurts, Knowing I will never see him with my own eyes but through a screen

I will never hear his voice in person

I will never touch him

I will never know what he really smells like

I will never see his smile

I will never really know how tall he is

I will never really know how shiny and soft looking his hair is

But the worst part is that; He will never know how much I love him

He will never know I exist

He will never know there is someone dying every second; Breaking by the minute
And has to act like everything is fine.

That no matter how hard they try they will never love someone more than him

He will never know

And even if he did

He probably won't care

While I am dying here

Every minute, Every second is like a stab straight to the heart

It has been 4 years of absolute torture

I am losing my mind

I have started talking to him when in reality there is no one there

I have been daydreaming all the time

I have had dreams and nightmares

I am desperate

I just wanna talk to him

At least just once

Only once

Please

I am dying

It's killing me slowly

I can't take it anymore

This message is the last hope, I love you Harry.

Norah typed the last of her never ending emotions.

The desperate girl tweeted, it was a ritual to tweet Harry Styles after coming back from school and texting her best friend. It always made her feel happy talking to that one particular girl, or being surrounded by those groups of people but while everyone had their lives to handle Norah had a different place to mingle in.

It was a different place, a place where she had love and happiness, comfort and peace it was a very similar place to wonderland. Only no actual dreams came true in that place.

It was not yet decided or she didn't yet admit to anyone let alone herself, if she was sick with that love she holds for that British boy or something.

Very few amount of people understood where she was coming from, majority just thought she was being ridiculous. She almost did succumb to their mean words ranging from 'he'll never look at you' to 'you'll grow up and forget One Direction was even a part of your life'

No one gets it, no one understood her pain, not even Harry but maybe that one person who would fight the world and swim oceans to get her story through.

Her life was so boring, she lost long ago that spark she once had. That smile once painted gorgeous on her kind features. That voice once cheery, instead she looked, sounded, felt... bleak.
She was desperate for the glue, that magical wand that had the power to sew it all back together. She, Norah, was desperate for Harry Styles.

She said “Even after meeting Harry and hugging him what would it matter? he'll still think of it as another fan hug”. But to her it will mean everything; yet a memory, a beautiful one, she'll hold on to until the end of time. She wanted to remind herself if she ever got the chance to meet him she should consider herself lucky, she knows she's lucky if she even caught sight of him, but Norah knew it's the grief of holding him being a memory that would hurt most because that what the majority of time would allow. On the other hand she has 4 seconds or less to have Harry Styles in her arms.

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As Harry read that message that's been trending under #LastMessageToHarry for weeks now everybody has been sending him links and retweets and mentioning him. He just didn't know what he was supposed to do, he was just stunned and smiley all at once. He didn't understand why she loved him so much!

Did it really take him two years to read that message? How could he be so oblivious to something like this! Harry didn't think, not for once, he deserved all that love. He taped on his phone a little more, finally reaching her profile he found himself scrolling for hours through everything she updated on her social media account, stopping at one particular tweet. She mentioned the time she met her internet Best Friend, he then realized just how much simple things made that girl happy.

What's her name? He scrolled more trying to figure out nevertheless failing to find a picture or a name. She mentioned a few times her best friends, Harry clicked on the name that continued to pop in every activity that Angel girl made, he'd decided to call her that for now.

Mimi_97

He messaged her a simple Hi, how are you love?.

Waiting a few minutes for the girl to answer, not used to waiting for someone's reply he scrolled Mimi's few tweets all of them were quotes of people he'd never heard of, slowly he realized they were words Mimi wrote. Or pictures of longer writings, he found Mimi mentioning @Rainbow_Unicorn in everyone of them. Smiling at the hard-core friendship.
His phone dinged with a new message from Mimi.

Hi Harry, I'm good thank you. How about you?

Harry read, frowning to himself is this girl real or did she just not freak out and casually text me. This seldom happens, actually correction this never happens.
Harry texted Mimi for a good few minutes, turns out the girl did really put a lot of effort in making Norah's message reach Harry. She has a beautiful name too, one he has finally figured out. Mimi talked to him so much about how's Norah, her best friend, like and Harry just continue to admire.

Can I see her?

Harry texted, Mimi smiled from the other end of the world texting him Norah's current location.

It would only take Harry 19 hours, no big deal. The anticipation of finally meeting someone who has been in love with him for 6 -7 years was something Harry struggled to put into words, he didn't have all that much to do anyway might as well make someone's dream come true.

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Harry knocked on the door to a modern - average looking house before he stepped away shoving his hands in his pockets, a few seconds later a girl opened up the door her head buried in a book. Harry cleared his throat acknowledging his presence. The girl lowers her book, pushing her glasses upwards, staring at him as if he was the only one around, the only one that mattered, and the only one she loved. It was true minus the 'as if' part, Harry Styles is a special light to Norah.
Harry's eyes widened she indeed is an Angel!

"You must be Norah, Hi Angel." Harry spoke.

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(A/N): hello beautiful readers! Hope you like this first chapter. Please let me know what you think and what would you like to see from this story. Also feel free to point out any mistakes (kindly please) i might of missed. Thank you for your time

All the love. N and Mimi