This is Life

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Harry and I walk home in the pouring rain. We're joking and laughing and I see how truly amazing he is. He's not just cheeky perverted sweet sexy Harry. He's honestly perfect. He's my perfect.

We walk up the steps to the house and I'm about to grab the door handle when Harry grabs my wrist.

"Wait," he says. I turn and look up at him, biting my lip. He stutters for a bit before taking a big breath.

"I love you," he chokes out.

I feel like a bag of bricks has hit me square in the chest. That's the shock of his words.

He said it first? I never would have thought in a million years he would love me. That he would feel that strongly about me. Me.

I don't have to even hesitate to respond.

"I love you too," I say with a smile. He looks the most relieved I've seen him.

Did any part of him really think I wouldn't love him? Preposterous.

He leans down and kisses me, pulling back after a moment. We walk in and all the boys are standing there looking at us with odd faces.

"...what?" I ask, slowly heading towards the stairs, Harry following.

"Have fun?" Zayn winks. I roll my eyes. Louis gives me a look.

"We are definitely talking later," he whispers as I walk by him. I give him a nod. I knew he would want details, he's my best friend. At the top of the stairs I turn to Harry.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," I say.

"Can I join?" He says and gives me a wink.

"In your dreams Styles," I laugh.

His eyes get wide.

"Who told you about those dreams? Did you read my diary?" He gasps. I burst out laughing and walk into my room. Like most people, I spend an enormous amount of time in shower thinking about the most inner workings and thoughts of life. This time, I think about the events of today. Harry took me on what was probably the best day of my life. He told me he loved me. Me. He loved me. Boring, weird, unappealing me. The funny part is how much I love him too.

I don't think I've ever been this genuinely happy. I'm living with my brother, who is my best friend, my other best friend Lou, and two of the best guys I've met. Then there's Harry. He's the most amazing boyfriend and I'm so happy with him. He's just perfect.

My stomach twists at the thought that makes it's way into my head. Tomorrow Harry is telling the world about us. Am I ready? Ready for all the hate? The fans gone crazy? The shocked world? Feeling so exposed and open to the globe?

I realize i've been thinking here for half an hour. Oops.

I hop out and quickly get changed and there's a knock on my door. I open it to find Louis. I had forgotten we were supposed to talk. He runs through the door and bounces into the bed.

"Tell. Me. Everything," he says like a girl. I laugh and sit on the bed. I tell him everything that happened at the beach, right up to when we were walking home.

"That's so romantic!" He says, hugging a pillow to his chest.

"And then at the door.....he-he told me he loved me,"

My words hang in the air for a moment until Louis screams highpitched.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" He repeats. I can't help but smile. I look at the floor, embarrased.

"What'd you say?!" Louis squeals.

"I said I loved him too," I reply. He takes my hands.

"But did you mean it?" He asks, looking into my eyes more seriously than I've ever seen him.

"I really did."

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Harry and I sit in the cushy red seats. I can't believe he did this for me. He hates opera.

The plump woman lets her voice ring out through the room. From the floor to the ceiling, the whole house shakes. Her voice, clear and loud, is impeccable.

I have to admit she's got an incredible voice, but I'm starting to get a little bored. I lean over to his ear.

"Wanna get out of here?" I ask.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says and gets up. We walk out onto the giant platform, our hands interlaced. He looks at me deeply.

"Mags, I-" I hear a bang that makes my ears pop. Harry drops to the ground and I see the bullet in his back, his limp hand still attached to mine.

I stumble back and let out a scream. I scream again and again and again. Then I realize that he's dead. It's done. He's gone.

I run to him and hug his lifeless body, sobbing into his silent chest. I feel myself soaking his shirt. I know that inside that shirt, there's a heart that is still. He's gone. Harry Styles, the love of my life, my one and only, my heart, is gone.

I feel a pair of arms starting to pull me away from him. I scream hysterically for whoever this is to let me go, to leave me with him. But I'm not strong enough. Not stable enough.

Niall pulls me into his arms and I scream and sob into his chest. I use my fists and punch him in the chest, resisting his grasp. He just holds me until I finally give up and slump down into him, refusing to let Harry go.

I wake up screaming and feel someone slide in beside me, wrapping their arms around me. I recognize it as Niall and cry into his chest. Some dreams, some nightmares, are too real.

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