OLIVIA'S POV
He hadn't stopped strumming the guitar since I gave it to him. He's been sitting in the spot that I was, in the middle of the carnations engulfed by the golden light, continuously stroking the smooth cords delicately.
His fingers seemed so soft. They were soft. But in this action they looked like they were so cautious and frail. So caring and wonderful. They seemed to know what they were doing. Like they had done this a million times over and the sound was so pleasant.
He was beautiful. His head was down and his eyes were narrowed at the floor. He didn't even need to look at the guitar to know what he was doing. He was oh so talented.
The world needs Harry Styles. That's why it's so hard to believe that he would, god forbid, soon lie down and never wake up. The world needs Harry Styles. And not some fake imposter, but this Harry. My Harry. The world needs him.
I couldn't help but let the memories of him flood back. A smile took place on my face as my eyes stayed on him.
I love him. I love him so much to where my breathing, my heart beat, hell the blood flowing the my veins depend on him. I love my kids, truly to the marrow of my bones I do; but there is absolutely nothing like my husband.
I can only imagine the fear coursing through him. When I thought I was sick, I felt like my world was ending. I felt like I was losing everything in my life, everything good.
I'm worried I might lose him a little. Actually a lot more than a little. But right now I don't know what it's like to be him. I don't know how he feels. And I know hat he's let me in the moment I ask. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid that once he lets me in then it'll make it more true than it already is.
"Are you okay?" He asked snapping me out of my thoughts. His eyes were pleading. Almost begging me not to lie to him with my 'I'm fine' facade.
"I'm tired"
"I'm sick of this world"
"THIS SHIT ISN'T HOW I WANTED TO LIVE!"
"Harry, please don't die. Don't leave me"
"I'm fucked right now"
"I don't want you to leave me Harry"
"IM FUCKING FED UP"
My mind came back to me and the only words I could croak out with a false smile was, "I'm fine."
I lowered my head trying to keep my tears from falling. I've had enough of crying and I'm pretty sure if Harry was too. I didn't wanna cry in front of him any more. I wanted to seem strong, to make him think that I was okay. To give him strength but right now I was failing. A single tear prepared to slip down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away without him noticing.
He sat his guitar down gently leaning it against his seat. He stood and took slow strides to me. He stopped and placed his hands on either side of my face. "I always know when your lying" he sighed. "Right now, out of all times. I need to you to tell me the truth"
"I'm fine, Harry. Really" I brushed off his hands and headed upstairs.
I flopped down on the bed staring straight up at the ceiling. During times like this there is are only two people I need. I turned over and grabbed my phone dialing the number that I hoped was still his.
"Hello"
"Bryce. We need you"
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Fifty Shades of Styles (3 book series)
Fanfiction"Say my name," he whispered on the top of my lips while digging his fingers into my hips as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso. "Harry," I uttered. "You and I both know. That. Is. Not. My name," he said between the kisses that he...
