Mr. Harry Styles

26 Alone

Gemma was the one who found the place for the party. She had a friend who owned the house, and it was an old factory. She explained that there were people who could clean up the whole house, and then we had the whole bottom floor to the party. I noted that Diana was satisfied. She seemed almost as if she wanted to take this place.

"But this will be fine." she said quickly and smiled at me. I looked around. The whole room was like a factory, after they had removed all the machines. The walls were of red brick and the floor was hard. Still, Diana saw more than what I did.

"It just needs some rugs and some fabric on the walls." she explained, because she sensed that I didn't like the room. "And the table and chairs and over there we can have a bar and there we can building up a stage."

I chose not to tell her about what I thought for the moment.

"Do you mean we want a stage?"

She nodded.

"I know some guys who have a band and they play good music." She walked up to me. "Please don't say no. I promise you that Gemma and I can get this room to become what we want."

I looked at both of them. Gemma seemed to have the same views as my girlfriend and I couldn't argue with two women.

"But only if you really get it not to look like a factory."

Diana's eyes lit up and she threw herself into my arms. She laughed a little.

"Yes, thank you, Niall. You wont be disappointed."

I was about to change my mind, but when I saw Diana's eyes, which shone with excitement, then I chose to be with them on this trip.

"And nothing superfluous?"

She giggled and smiled, then she looked over at Gemma.

"We can fix it?"

Gemma nodded and she smiled at us both, with a satisfied smile.

"I know you'll have the best day of your life, when that day comes, and yes, we'll fix it."

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I got a lot of time for myself. It was almost a year to the wedding, but Diana wanted to fix everything in the closest detail, and I let her go away on such things. Self, I got to know myself as a single man again, but in a good way. I went through the house and realized how much of the things that was Diana's. You could see that I was living in the house, but not in the same way. I went up to the attic and don't ask me why. It was as if fate was decided. I found a box there which Diana had wrote photos on and I was quick to open it. It was like I couldn't breathe. The top photo was a picture of Harry, my Harry. I sensed that it was one of the last that was taken of him. He stood with a smile, looking into the camera. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black pants. The hair was set up in a knot  behind the neck, and he seemed to have sunbathed a lot. I couldn't stop staring at him. Yes, Diana was at my side, but this man was only in our memories.

I don't know why I kept the photo and took it with me down to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, on my back, and he held up the photo over my head. I stared into his green eyes and I got out a soft moan. Yes, I missed him so much that it hurt. I suspected that I loved him more than I loved Diana, even though they were the same person. I tried to figure out why, but I couldn't on my own figure out what I was missing. It was as if I was satisfied with what I had, but I wanted to have back what was lost.

I peered out over the secret box, our secret box. Diana had been careful to only buy stuff that had Harry's size and I understood why. Diana thought that would help me, but for the moment it created only more missing. I went to the box and pulled the lid. Yes, all those dildos got me to see Harry in front of me. I still remembered when he purposefully took my virginity in my the back hole and in fact I was eternally grateful that he was the one who had done that. After all, it was only I who had made love with Diana and nobody else.