Red Rose (Harry Styles Fanfiction a.u)

Chapter 4

Authors note, the song on the side is perfect for this chapter. I actually wrote this chapter listening to that song. X

*Current*

It’s been a week since the news of Harry being alive and that’s all we have heard, a lot is happening now. The police have picked up on the search, but the Roses at my door have stopped. That’s really the only thing had me hoping of him coming home but now what am I meant to think. Do I keep thinking of what detective Payne had said about finding some of his stuff, what if was left there a year ago when all of this happened. I really need to stop thinking bad thoughts.

October 4th 2014

I awoke to a loud bang coming from the lounge room, its 4 am and no one is meant to be home, I thought to myself. I crawled out of bed and investigated the noise. At the body of the stairs laid a drunk Harry. I sighed and walked down to him “Harry “I said softly removing some lose curls from his face. He just groaned at me “let’s get you to bed “I mumbled trying to lift him but it was no use I was too weak. After 15 minutes sitting on the stairs with him he finally awoke. He stood up and walked towards my room laying on my bed.

 I walked over and sat down “Harry this really needs to stop “I told him he shook his head not saying a word, “You’re not the only one going through this and drinking ever night is helping anything or anyone “I told him harshly. He sat up and stared at me “Don’t tell me what to do with my life Clarissa “he slurred at me “now leave “he told me. I looked at him shocked “this is my room and house Harry so don’t tell me to leave my home!” I yelled at him, so he stood up and walked over to me “Yell at me again I dare you!” he yelled back in my face. He scared me I’ve never seen him like this ever it was terrifying. “Just leave “I told him softly, he groaned and left the house slamming the door behind him.

 I cried for the rest of the early morning wishing everything could go back to the peaceful relationship we once had.

*Current*

I wish he had listened to me and stopped, none of this would be happening. All I want is to hear his voice again, to feel his lips against mine one last time. I would give anything to have him near me or even to see him, ask how he is doing. All I can do for the time being is pray and hope god is watching over him as I need my Harry home.

2002 (don’t know the date)

I remember sitting on the couch with my mother, I was only seven years of age. We had just found out that my grandmother was terminally ill. I didn’t really know what that meant back then but all I knew was that she was sick. I prayed for my Granny to get better, it was weeks I think that prayed for her.

It was three weeks after we found out that she was sick that my mother yelled out to me, so I ran downstairs to her. “Yes Mum “I said standing in front of her. She was smiling, I haven’t seen her smile in weeks. “We got a phone call about Granny “she told me “she’s so much better that she can go home now “she told me. I was so happy, and realized that my praying had worked.

*Current*

Ever since then I have prayed, but for some reason my prayers aren’t working for Harry. I have prayed for him to come home, I have prayed for a sign of him at all. The only sign of him was the Roses but they have suddenly stopped.

I pray that Harry will be safe in whatever trouble he may come across and that I love him with all my heart even though I never got to tell him I hope he knows that I do. I pray that he is actually alive that one we can actually be together again, but until then Harry I will pray for you, my love.