She

He was everything he didn't think he was.

Epilogue:

It sounds stupid, and spectacularly cliche, but Harry Edward Styles changed my life.

Though he would, and probably has, tell you a completely different version of the story; A version where I taught him how to live, how to breathe, how to see the world in a way no one thought to look at it. He would tell you that I did all of those things, when in reality he's the one who did that for me.

I was so sure that my life had one purpose. I was to be the perfect amount of Arden Stone, as well as the perfect amount of Elliot, in order to keep my family from crumbling.

I had my heart, my mind, set on being everything Elliot would have wanted me to be, as well as breaking a few rules along the way in remembrance of the impulsive teenage years that Elliot never got.

I was so sure I had the world absolutely figured out, and that though I would never be of significance to many, maybe, just maybe, I could be of significance to few. I just wanted to do enough, to be enough, to be remembered.

By even just one soul.

Harry, didn't have to wonder if he was significant, if he was going to be remembered, because he was Harry. He was significant to me, and as long as I live that will never change.

Harry showed me that I don't have to have everything figured out, I don't have to walk around as though death is coming for me. I can have days where I'm not eccentric and crazy. I could be normal.

Harry, was beautifully ordinary. He was exquisitely normal. He had absolutely nothing that seemed to stand out, but that's what I loved about him.

You had to dig deep.

You had to find it, and pull it out of him. You'd never know he drew brilliant sketches of things that make him feel. Things that strike an emotion with him. You'd never know, but I did.

I knew.

Because although I showed Harry how to live outside the box of ordinary, He taught me how to love. How to love deeply and passionately, and that love is not fleeting, like many of my exciting ideas and quirks were.

Harry taught me that being myself is okay, and that being himself is okay too; even though the two never seemed to match, they worked beautifully.

So I stand before you, amazed by this beautiful love that I shared, and will continue to share with my library boy.

My entire life, I wanted to be remembered, I wanted to be seen, to be heard. I didn't want to die without ever getting a chance.

Harry gave me that chance.

Now, he will be remembered.

Rest in Peace, Library Boy.

You may have saw yourself as ordinary, but you loved so extraordinarily.

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A/N

If you didn't understand what happened, basically Arden was reading the eulogy she wrote for Harry.

Harry died.

I know I'm awful don't shoot me please!!

I love yall,

Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!

Love,

Lulu <3