Dear Oregon, (Harry Styles fanfic)

Introduction

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"Hey, its been a long time, I know. This whole thing is stupid,"

Sigh.

"I shouldn't have left you. I was scared and worried. You got me hooked. I didn't want to let you go but I had to, for your own sake."

And on and on. He didn't know how this made me feel.

I loved him.

*FLASHBACK*

"That movie was amazing!" Harry, the boy of my dreams shouted in the dead of the night.

"But I mean, it was only logical. He did kill her mother. I would've left him too if I were her." I mentioned.

We had just seen the film that Harry had been blabbering about for ages. Harry and I had been dating since the middle of junior year of high school. I was in charge of the school newspaper and he was in charge of doing whatever the fuck he felt like doing, but somehow we always met in the middle. He rode a motorcycle to school while I drove a 2001 Land Rover. We started dating after a friend of mine unwillingly gave him my number and we just hit it off, disregarding our polar opposites. As of for right now, we were on his motorcycle, riding onto the empty roads of Paris, Texas. It always scared me to ride on these long roads because you can't see anyone or anyth-

*OVER*

I picked up the phone to catch the call.

"Harry," I uttered groggily.

"Oregon, oh my god."

"Wow. After all this time, Harry. Why?" I questioned.

" I understand your anger. I understand everything that you feel towards me."

But he didn't understand.

It has been so long a time since we last spoke. We haven't spoken to each other since the accident.

"Harry, if you haven't noticed, IT HAS BEEN A FUCKING YEAR AND A HALF! HOW DO YOU WANT TO TO TALK TO ME NOW?" I whispered/shouted into the phone, trying not to wake my heavily slept roommate.

"You don't know the half of it, huh? Your parents thought that it was my fault. The whole car accident, my fault. But it wasn't. Do you honestly think that I would try to kill you, my love?" He assured.

"Quite frankly, no but I couldn't defend you from inside of a coma." I accused.

"No matter how much I tried, they wouldn't let me see my beauty and weirdly it goes my supposable persona,the beast. And I missed you so, so much. And I cried every night of that year and a half, thinking that it was my fault. You were so cold and I was so steamy. I know that you are angry but please, say something." He pleaded.

But I had nothing to say. I couldn't believe what he had just said. My parents blamed him for this but why? Did the other car just leave like an asshole? Was he lying to me?

I didn't know what to believe.

Nothing made sense.

Breathlessly I relied," No, not right now Harry. I have classes to go to in 5 hours. Can we talk later, around 3 in the afternoon, alright?"

" That's fine with me. Bye." After the long wait, he replied.

"Bye"

And it all ended with a click.

EUREKA!

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