Devotion [h.s]

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Two Weeks Later
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27 Days until War

Harry Styles

My love sorry with Amelia Adams was never one to tell in books, its too twisted and borderline deranged for anyone to seek romance. I can't say we just met one day and fell in love grabbing coffee, or swapped smiles on a charming park bench. When someone asks me about how I met and fell in love with Amelia, it was more then just a stammered exhale and a small smile before I proceed to tell how we bumped into each other and it was love at first sight. Falling in love with Amelia Adams was a story, one with ups and downs and sharp turns. I didn't fall in love with her in a coffee shop over pretentious lattes, I fell in love with her when she was held captive by me twenty feet below civilization.

We weren't a romance novel, we were a thriller.

What can never be explained to people is how much I love her, because there was simply no words no matter how hard I search in a thesaurus for just the right synonym. She was all I ever wanted, all I ever needed in my life and I definitely didn't deserve her. She taught me so many things that I could never find in the hundreds of textbooks I read. My love for this girl was so climatic but never reached the peak, because once you hit the peak there's no choice but to go down. She was more then I ever imagined, and my love for her will never die.

Even if I did.

I wish she remembered me, I really did. But that's the selfish part of me. I want her to remember so she'll love me like I love her and my last moment on this earth will be with her telling me how much she loves me. But when I pass, I don't want it to kill her like her being in a coma killed me. I want her to move forward and think of me as an era of her life that had to come to an end, making Briar the part of me that will live on like a souvenir of a trip.

I can't be selfish with Amelia love, it's not right.

When I opened my eyes that day I immediately realized I slept in just but the way the sun was higher then usual and Briar always has me awake no later the eight. My glossed eyes flicked to the clock and saw it was nine thirty, immediately I was confused.

I got up out of bed in my boxers and slid on some track pants and a dirty shirt on my floor, wishing I could just walk around comfortable in my underwear but I don't wanna make Amelia uncomfortable with my nakedness.

I opened the door and went right to Briar's room, walking in but seeing she wasn't there. My stomach twisted in uneasiness, my feet hurrying right to Amelia's room and seeing she wasn't there either but her bed wasn't made.

My heart rate picked up a bit, and immediately I jolted down the stairs. Did I set the house alarm last night? I don't remember setting the alarm. What if someone took them in the night? I was grabbing my phone, ready to call Niall as I got to the living room, running past the kitchen to the front door to check the alarm.