Devotion [h.s]

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^play while reading please (inspired by before I fall movie)

The face he makes while looking at her as she looks up at the sky

1 day until War
No perspective

Harry Styles is a notorious man, one who's done a lot in his 25 years of life. He lead a throat slicing gang when he was only nineteen years old, murdered masses of people who had the things he never got a chance to received, struggled with drugs to eventual relapse, been incarcerated, experienced what starvation felt like at the young age of six, knew what excruciating physical pain felt life from the age of four, lost his only family member to suicide, lost his best friend due to his anger, kidnapped the love of his life, let her go, experience the pain of seizures, fell from a hundred foot bridge, understood what love was, watched the love of his life have a gun pressed to their head, had a baby, had his baby get taken away, lost his future wife to a coma, felt what true emotional pain felt like at the age of 25, have his wife suffer with amnesia, and planned for a war that was going to end his life.

Harry Styles has had one hell of a time on earth, filled with many ups and downs. Twenty five year olds are just starting to become comfortable adults, but Harry's been grown up since he was nearly six years old and life never slowed down for him at that point.

Through all the fights, wars, abuse, love, and happiness— he never got to enjoy the world for what it originally stood for, nature. He was so occupied with the people on this earth that he never got to actually enjoy the beauty of the planet he lived on.

It was six in the morning, the birds were waking up from the trees and softly communicating with one another. The sun was higher then sunrise, but was still only low in the sky. The full green trees swayed with their entirety, a very soft breeze aerating through the branches. Then amongst all this tranquility was Harry, sitting on the porch step of his backyard. His eyes were shut and he had a cup of black tea between his hands, listening to the natural world around him like he was listening for the first time.

For once, his mind wasn't essentially spiralling in a thousand thoughts and endless stresses. Today was his last free day on earth and he had nothing in his vast mind besides the tranquil thoughts of nature. He breathed in and breathed out, the softest he believes he's ever done.

If you asked anyone about the leader of Malignant and to guess what he was doing right now, you'd have a mirage of answers. Maybe that he's in his weapon infested lair, planning his last secret attack before the war. Or that he is speeding in his jet black car, going fifty over the limit towards a bank he's planning to shoot up and rob. Maybe people would say he is orchestrating one last mass murder spree against the innocent civilians of Ashbourne.

But everyone would be wrong.

The leader of Malignant was doing nothing but sitting on a back porch in his sleepwear with a cup of tea, taking in the morning breeze with his eyes closed and wishing he got to live longer to appreciate it with his daughter and wife.