*Current*
That’s when everything changed between each other, we started dating straight after the kiss and well, it didn’t last forever. Our happy ending was going to come a halt, our happy ending isn’t like a fairy tale where they get married and live happily ever after. No ours was far from it, it felt like the world was trying to tear us apart. My mother didn’t like the idea of harry and I, so I had to sneak out to see him. And well harry changed after his 18th birthday, he went out a lot like drinking a lot. I tried getting him to stop but he just wouldn’t. The next part of the story is after we had graduated school and trying to start our life’s but with Harry nothing was that simple anymore.
October 25th - November 30th 2014
I laid upon my bed it was nearly sunrise and there was still no sign of Harry, he was meant to be coming over to mine last night to stay the night but he just never turned up. This has been happening a lot lately he has fallen into the wrong crowd which caused him to start drinking and I’m now worried he’s taking drugs.
I dozed off and given up waiting for him. Weeks had passed and still nothing from Harry, I started to get worried and thought I should file a missing persons report. But while I was shopping due to my mother moving out a month ago I now live alone. I heard someone yelling my name but just ignored it, but was grabbed by someone. I turned around to see Harry.
“Harry?” I asked timidly, he looked old even though I haven’t seen him in a few weeks he had changed, he didn’t wear the same nice clothes, his clothes looked dirty and worn out. He had facial hair growing and his eyes were red. He sighed heavily and looked at me “I have a problem Clarissa” he mumbled to me, I just shook my head and pulled my arm away from him “Really Harry, I don’t care anymore” I snapped.
I started walking away from him continuing my shopping, he followed “I need money” he said beside me. I came to a halt “Are you serious?” I yelled, “I have enough money for myself, not to support my so called boyfriend who doesn’t even show up to see me in nearly a month”, he looked hurt by my words. He shook his head “Please Love, I need the money I’m in trouble” I ignored him and walked over to the registers buying my groceries.
I walked out to my car and started putting it in the boot, he still followed me. I turned around “ Just leave me alone “ I yelled, “ you’ve done nothing but cause so much trouble, I’m not giving you money anymore until you can show me you have changed”. He sighed and grabbed my hand “I will change for you Clary, I love you” he said. I looked at him shocked that’s the first time he has ever said the L word. I looked at the ground how can I tell him I love him when he’s never around anymore, how can I say it when I feel broken by the person I love.
He stood there waiting for me to reply “I need to go” I mumbled walking towards my door but before I left all I heard was “If I disappear please don’t come looking for me, I’ll always love you Clarissa Jones. You’re in my heart”.
*Current*
I didn’t understand what he meant then but now I do, I wish I listened it’s been nearly a year since then. And no one has seen or heard from him. It hurts to know I was the last person to see or talk to him and I couldn’t even say I loved him back. He hurt me so much and I didn’t even know how much trouble he had gotten himself into. I wish I listened.
December 1st 2014
I was sitting on the couch with my laptop when I heard a knock at the door, I was hoping it was harry. But when I opened the door there stood a delivery guy holding a single Red Rose, “Miss Jones” he and I nodded “This is for you” he said handing me the rose. I smiled and thanked him. I knew straight away who had sent me the flower as I only ever told one person that my love for roses was stronger than anything, and that person was harry.
*Current*
Ever since I got that first Rose, every Tuesday I would receive a single Red Rose and it’s the only thing that gives me hope that he is still alive, that he will return to me one day. But all for now I need to keep it together as the police are investigating his disappearance. I told them everything I could and I hoped it was enough but with every single day passing is a loose of hope. I lay in bed with the Rose I receive and pray that he is still alive. So now the story is current time. I hope the other parts filled you in I tried telling the story from the important parts.
Currently its November 15th 2015 and there’s still no sign of harry, at the moment I’m looking after Harry’s sister’s child, her name is Faith and she’s gorgeous I wish Harry was here for his niece. She’s almost a year old and calls me Aunty C. It’s hard explaining to a one year old where there uncle is especially if there’s pictures of him everywhere in Gemma’s house.
The thought of never seeing Harry again kills me inside and I dontknow how i have lasted this long.
After saying goodbye to Gemma and the baby decided to head down to the police station to see if they have heard anything new on the case. They have gotten to know me down there now, so all I do is walk in. I walked up to the detective his name is Liam Payne, he’s been working on the case since Harry went missing. I smiled and tapped his shoulder “Anything new?" I asked, he turned around and nodded. He walked me over to a room and sat me down in a chair. “We found some evidence showing where he could have been recently which means he is still alive" I looked at him shocked” He’s alive?" I asked with happy tears. He just nodded " Yes but I wouldn't get your hopes up yet as we don't know if it is his belongings "he told me, I nodded and continued listening " We are checking through the stuff now and seeing if anything comes back from the DNA, but we did find a picture with the stuff" he told me grabbing the picture and putting it in front of me. I looked it over and froze, it was a picture of me on my graduation day a year ago. “That’s me “I told him, he looked up surprised “so they are Harry's belongings ".
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Red Rose (Harry Styles Fanfiction a.u)
Storie d'amoreA single Red Rose lays upon the bed, where we shared our last first kiss. The Rose is the everlasting object of our love. The only hope that you will return to me, my love. Who knew a Red Rose could hold so much importance to one person, who knew th...