Harry Styles Imagines

11 - The Picture

The Picture

I looked outside the window as the sun set slowly. The beautiful view was breathtaking.

"Harry, you've got to see this," I say quietly, but I get no response.

I watched the sun set by myself then. It was something Harry and I used to do almost regularly. I made my way into the living room and turned off the TV that was left on. I cleaned up dinner and washed the dishes.

I was going into my bedroom but my friend Kate stopped me, "Y/N where are you going?"

I turned, "To bed."

"Y/N, you always go to bed early. Since when did you start that?" She asked.

"Since I decided that I would start that," I said with a small smile and made my way into my bedroom.

I passed a familiar picture that I haven't seen in awhile. It was an old one of Harry and I.

"Hey, Harry? I remember this picture? I think I do. It was only a couple of months ago," I said and Harry didn't answer again.

I took a big sigh and set the picture down.

"I love you so much Y/N, and I'll always be there for you when you need me. I promise."

His words rang in my head clear as day and I slightly gasped to prevent tears before wheeling myself to my side of the bed. The other spot has been empty for what seems like forever now.

I climb into bed and force my legs to get under the covers. I stare at the ceiling with tears pricking at my eyes. Why couldn't my life been taken instead of Harry's? What did we do to deserve that tragedy?

Ever since we collided with that semi truck, things haven't been the same. His life was snatched, leaving me paralyzed from waist down. I bring the pillow over my face and cry for the hundredth time this year. With me crying every night, and my boyfriend not here, I know for a fact that things will never be the same.