Devotion [h.s]

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Day 67 without Amelia

Harry Styles

I stood in front of her door, my hand grabbing the hem of my shirt in anxiousness. I nervously scratched the back of my neck, my right foot tapping the ground. I was sweating a little, biting the inside of my cheek a little too hard. It's been about six minutes of me standing here, I know that because I've been counting the seconds in my head. I know I should do it, just open the door, but I was so nervous.

I grabbed the gold door handle, my sweaty hand almost slipping off of it. I hate that I was so nervous for something like this, the only thing I was scared of was myself and what I'd do when I was on the other side.

I gripped and turned the handle, freezing for a moment and shutting my eyes before swinging the door open. My eyes stayed shut as the cold gush of stilled air hits me, my hand gripping the handle harder as I didn't want to open my eyes.

I counted to three in my head, forcing myself to open my eyes.

Amelia's bedroom.

I was avoiding this, seeing her room. It was exactly how I remembered it, but this time it wasn't the old bedroom of just my future wife, it was the bedroom of my wife who possible would never walk this earth again.

I stood in the doorway, staring into her pink bedroom with an unmade bed and items on the floor. It was like she was still here. I only stood in this room a couple times in my life, but just seeing it was giving me nostalgia to moments with her.

I took a breath before stepping in, feeling the cold intensify because this room obviously hasn't been entered in since Amelia and the doors been shut.

There was a scent, a nice soft scent. I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly but it was just a reminder me of her. When our cabin house burned down, everything of Amelia's vanished. I had nothing to hold onto, no physical piece of something that was hers.

But this room was full of physical pieces of her, and it was almost overwhelming. I went from seeing nothing of hers to a whole room of it. Everything in here she once touched, wore, slept in, looked at. It's like everything in here was gold, priceless artifacts.

I stepped further into the room quietly, stepping up next to her unmade bed. I stared at the wrinkles in the sheets to where she once laid. Images instantly flashing in my head of her once sleeping there. I ran my finger tips across the floral comforter, drawing over to the end of the bed to where there was a black sock sitting there.

I grabbed the sock softly and picked it up, realizing it was too big for Amelia's foot. I arched my brow but looked down at my feet to see I was wearing the same socks and I nearly forgot. This was mine, and I must've left it here that day Amelia's dad woke us up with a baseball bat after catching me half naked in her bed.

"My doors locked." She whispers into my neck, seducing me in this small bed, knowing I couldn't get away from her touch if I wanted to.

"You're dad would literally kill me if he knew I was even here let alone having sex with you under the same roof." I whisper while she rolls on top of me and starts laying soft kisses up his jaw.

"We'll be quiet. And they went to bed a long time ago." She sits up straddling my hips, placing her hands on my bare chest and teasingly grinding on me through my boxers.

There's was a spark of rebellion in those brown eyes.

"You're killing me." I looked up at her with a head shake, knowing this wasn't a good idea but also knowing I wanted her so badly. She was such an enticing seducer, the only person who has ever put this spell on me to make me wanna beg for her.