*Harry's POV*
Who knew life could be such a drag... I couldn't, if I did I would have killed myself a long time a go... That's the thing though, I can't... Every time I try I pop up somewhere else... How is that possible? I don't understand it that well either. All I know is, every few weeks I get killed in different ways... I get hit by a truck, lightening strikes me, a building collapses on my head, some animal attacks me, I have a heavy allergic reaction to bee stings or peanuts... Not even five minutes later I drop dead and before I know it, I'm awake again... In a different time or country or planet. The weird part is that I always have a life there, one that I know every single detail of. It's like I had a minor black out, dreamt that I lived somewhere else to wake up in my own life... To be fair, it is quite confusing... Especially when you can't speak French to save your life, yet suddenly you speak it fluently... You can laugh all you want, but going from being a cowboy in the wild west, to an astronaut, to living amongst dinosaurs to somehow speaking what sounds like Klingon cause you are surrounded by Marsians is not my idea of fun. Can you imagine waking in up in a bed full of women out of the blue that you can remember having intercourse with, yet you didn't. Why even would I? I like all women as either friends or family, not as my lovers... Nope! I like boys. All that happened in about six months. Sometimes I stay a few days at one place, sometimes it's weeks...
As I told you in the beginning, even killing myself doesn't work... Yes, I tried... More than once. As usual I just end up somewhere else... Right now I am in Africa, South Africa. I'm still white and I'm fighting along those who want Apartheid to happen. I love that I'm on the good side, cause I don't know what I'd do if I had memories of me being against it... Anyways, before I came here I was a famous actor in 2157. I woke up right before having to give a speech for receiving an Oscar for the 14th remake of 'Harry Potter'. The time before that I was in the army during WWII, scariest few weeks of my life... Fighting against Germans, not my cup of tea so I didn't... I mainly ran from all the action. Hiding myself behind trees or in trees. Digging pits to sit in and wait until it's all over... In the end that was a stupid move. My cause of death was starvation, while I could have died after a few hours if I got hit by a bullet...
With all my rambling, I'm off topic. I tried killing myself. I've tried it 6 times now and I'm about to do it a seventh time. The first time was an experiment. To see what would happen. So, I took a dagger and stabbed me in the heart. I went from Sherwood Forest to 1831 and celebrated Belgium getting independent and Albert I becoming their king. To be fair, I know nothing of Belgium besides the awesome waffles and the epic chocolate, so that was a history lesson for me. It taught me though that the whole killing myself ordeal didn't work out. Somehow I was okay with it, until that one moment... I ended up in Bethel, New York in the lovely year 1969. For all of you that suck at historic events, I landed at Woodstock. I wore a brown vest on a yellow - with - bright - coloured flowers shirt, jeans cropped in shorts and a flower crown on my head. The grass tickled between my toes, but it was oddly satisfying. Joe Cocker's raspy voice woke me up, normally I wouldn't go to a concert of his, but being at Woodstock it made it all the more magical. After Joe's concert a huge thunderstorm broke loose. Everyone ran to their tents, I obviously didn't have one or bring one or whatever. It seriously was confusing. Even if I did bring one, I didn't know where I put it, so I just stood there, in the pouring rain, looking up at the sky enjoying the light spectacle. Sure, everyone probably thought that I was a nutter for doing so, but even if the lightening striked me, it wouldn't do me much harm. It'd kill me and I would wake up somewhere else. In some way it's an adventure. Not knowing where you are going to go and what your life is going to be like was somewhat pleasant. On the other hand, it had a lot of disadvantages. I lost my friends, my family, I was dating a woman more than once... Yikes... I had moments where I had to wear tights... Not cool... And when you had the perfect life, like I did then in 1969, I had to leave it all behind in a flash. I had no say in the matter and it annoyed me terribly.
Why was Woodstock so perfect you might ask? Obviously the music, the atmosphere, people being all high and giggly, you could do it everywhere you wanted, not that I did... I didn't know anyone there. I mean... Everyone was 'making love' so who cares... But it was none of that... I met the most perfect guy there. He was cheeky, witty and enthusiastic about everything. The way he danced set my body on fire and the way he looked at me made me follow him around and do everything he told me to do. After about 30 minutes we were kissing against a tree and it was the most perfect moment I had ever shared with someone. It took me only 5 minutes to fall madly in love with him and 27 hours to learn his name, Michael Gordon Clifford. He was 18, yet his spirit was 25, his soul 12. Spending time with him for three weeks made me believe that I could stay... Never did I stay in place for three weeks, two weeks yes, but three... Never... The thought occurred to me that once I found the love of my life who gave me a true love's kiss I could stay... Boy, was I wrong... 21 days, 14 hours, 37 minutes and 48 seconds later I got a stroke and died in his arms... The last thing I remember was his tears falling on my face and I couldn't stop hoping that his tears would save me. That they had some magical powers, like they do in the movies... With that thought in mind I woke up in my new life, sitting in a hijacked plane that would crash any minute in the WTC towers. I hated it for the people around me, for those I knew would lose their lives and not wake up, but I didn't care, I just hoped it brought me back to Michael... It didn't...
So now, I'm fighting for Apartheid in south Africa, but in two days, when I'm here a full week I decide on killing myself. I need to find Michael, I need to spend time with him, I need to grown old with him, but I also want to do good in the world and this is my chance... Wherever life takes me, no matter what good I will do in the future, it won't be satisfying until I can do this with him. I will find you Michael, I promise.
As you all can see I started a new Mirry story! I love them so much, I just had to start another after finishing 'See Me Now'. I hope you are going to enjoy this story. I have no clue where I'm going with it, so it'll be an adventure just as much for me as it will be for you.
The first dedication of this book goes to @aboutablake for making this epic cover and for supporting me and my stories whenever I get insecure.
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Reincarnation To Your Heart (Mirry)
FantasyHarry Styles can't die, all he does is reincarnate into a new life. He has accepted his faith until he meets the love of his life. What will he do when he dies in Michael's arms, knowing he will most likely never see the boy again?
