Sincerely, yours. - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

November 27th

　

　

　

　

I have to enter this before I forget. Its much too precious & sweet to forget any time soon.

A month or so prior:

I can't ever thank Harry enough for doing something like this for me. What he did was the absolute perfect distraction that I needed from all the worrisome thoughts buzzing around my head. Though it was silly, really, for me to be assuming things, and jumping to conclusions as I was doing. Nothing was certain yet, all I really knew was that I was sick, nothing more.

Harry came by to visit me, though I had been trying my best to avoid him because I hadn't been feeling too well lately, and I didn't want him to notice anything unusual about me. That would just give him an unnecessary chance to worry about me, and I didn't want that. I didn't want him, or anybody else for that matter, to worry about me for no reason. But he was persistent, and eventually, after trying my best to block out the door to my room but failing due to the weakness caused by my sickness, I gave up trying to avoid him altogether.

As he stood there in my doorway, grinning triumphantly, I let out a weary sigh.

"What do you want, Harry?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. As I saw his face fall, the grin deteriorating immediately, I felt bad instantly for asking him so rudely when it was evident that all he was trying to do, was help. After-all, all he had been trying to do was see me, his girlfriend.

"What's wrong, Lizzy? You‘re so different lately, are you ill? Do you have a flu?" he said, concern now marring his perfect face, and slowly I began regretting letting him see me.

"Its nothing, probably just a bug. I DID walk home in the rain a couple nights ago, probably just caught the flu because of it. Nothing to worry about," I shrugged of the lie smoothly, and as the words flowed out of my mouth with such ease, I felt like the worst person on earth. I didn't want to lie, not to Harry. ESPECIALLY not to Harry. But I had no choice.

It was either lying, or to have him forgetting all his priorities in life just so that he could take care of me. And I couldn't bear that, no. I know how much he loved his music, how much he loved to sing. It would be terribly selfish of me to do that to him, to ruin his chances of following his dreams, I could never do that and then live with myself.

In comparison to the consequences of him finding out about my sickness, lying seemed as harmless as breathing. I know eventually everyone will all find out, but I will try my best to keep it a secret for as long as I could.

"Are you sure its nothing?" Harry enquired again, worry still etched on his face, his brows scrunched together in a apprehensive frown. "Because if it is not, it could severely affect what I've planned for today,’ he continued, shaking his head lightly.

"Yeah, I’m sure its no---wait, what? What plan?" I asked him with a confused look in his direction, as I realized what he had just said, and what he meant.