Harry Styles BSM

92. Take her to the moon for me (DDM)

Hey! Firstly, sorry I updated just now. I've been quite busy that I couldn't find time to open my wattpad and write. And secondly, sorry I wasn't able to make a part two for the update before this... especially to you Livvy, the lovely girl who requested that imagine...

so, this thing just came into my mind and my fingers started working on its own and voila!

by the way, listen to the song above while reading... I don't know it just feels right for my while you play that. tbh I'm listening to that song while writing soooo yeah. Enjoy! Comment and vote for part two and I'll come back soon. B Y E.

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I rushed home as soon as I got the call.

That one damned call.

The call that would change my life forever.

That one call that I knew would wreck my heart into pieces of tiny little fragments scattering into this deep void of loneliness and pain I'm in.

It is as if I could hear my heart breaking like a glass bottle as I rush my way home.

My heart beating fast as I step as hard as I can on the pedal of my car, hoping and wishing that I would be able to see him, and talk to him even if it is the last time, God, I need to see him alive.

My head became blank as the pain I'm feeling inside spreads through every fibre of my body, and as tears stream down my face like a waterfall.

I was at work, as usual, doing what I signed up to, when I got a call from my mom, telling me that my dad is about to leave, and I might not be able to make it on time, so I dropped everything on my plate the moment she called me, the time when I saw my mom calling, I already knew that its time. We already know that it'll soon be his expiry date, but not this soon.

At last, I arrived home. I threw the car door open and ran as fast as I could. Inside I saw, my relatives, some friends and dad's band, but I paid them no attention as I'm too focused on getting to my dad, so I ran and ran until I got to the front of their wooden door. I don't know my though, but I stopped.

I really wanted to see my dad, but I stopped.

What if I was too late?

What if he's already gone?

My hands tremble as my breath became ragged. My tears have already dried out as my heart kept its consistent rapid beating.

But why am I even stopping? I wanted to see him so bad and I stopped.

Fxck it, I thought and threw the door open.

And there lay my dad, with my mom, smiling with tears in his eyes.

Why is he even smiling? Dad are you freaking kidding me?

"Dad? Mom? What's going on?" I asked as I walked closer to where they are, trying hard to choke back the tears nearing to fall from my eyes.

As I was walking, I can't help but to notice the major change in my dad's appearance. His once voluptuous curls have loosen making it bland, the brightness of his once beautiful green eyes have become dull, his skin became pale, and he had lost tons of weight. My mom, slowly got up, her eyes red and puffy, patting my shoulder as she left the room. My dad then patted the empty space beside him signalling me to lie beside him which I immediately obliged to.

As I lay there, cuddling with him, my ears on his chest with his chin on top of my head, I listened to the steady beating of his heart, hoping that it wouldn't be the last time that I would listen to it, but I know, deep down that it would. With this thought in mind, I break. The tears that I've tried hard keeping inside have loosened, falling as if they were freed after a long time of being kept; like the water in the dam. I tighten my hold onto him, wishing that with that, he wouldn't slip away, and with that, he would stay.

At that time, I know I couldn't keep it anymore, that if I ever try to keep everything in, I'll explode. So I let everything go.

I buried my face in his chest as I cry trying to stop these horrendous sob I'm making. But I can't.

Then, I felt him smoothing my hair which calmed me down, like the way he used to do when I was just a kid. But the thought of it being the last time I'm going to feel him stroking my head brings back the tears that I've kept. "Please don't leave me, daddy." I plead. Like a little child asking her father to buy her ice cream on a Sunday night. And my dad just hummed. Even if it's just a hum, it feels nice hearing his voice again, his raspy voice that used to sing me to sleep when I believe that there are monsters underneath my bed.

"I love you, Y/N" he said with a little ounce of his strength.

"I love you, daddy." With that I cried again. I know his heart breaks as he sees my crying, he told me it does, but what would you expect me to do?

"I'm sorry I made you cry" he stated, above whisper. I just shook my head, wanting him to save his strength. It's okay if he doesn't talk. I just want to feel his presence for a little longer. I just want my dad to stay with me.

I felt him kissed my head, as I close my eyes feeling the love he's giving me ever since I was a child.

"Can I ask you for a favour, hun?" my father asked.

I took one shaky breath, knowing that when I reply to him, my voice would break. "Yes dad?" I stated above whisper.

"Take care of mom for me."

"Please don't say those things dad."

"I have to Y/N, you know I'm about to go, right?" I nodded and buried my face once again into his chest, feeling warm tears slipping out of my eyes.

"I love you, my daughter."

"I love you too dad."

"Take her to the moon for me." With his one shaky breath, he whispered.

In one second, I couldn't hear his heart beating anymore.

In one second, his body became limp.

And in one second, he's gone. Forever.