He is sitting on a bench in a vast white plane — the kind that Harry Potter was in when he met Dumbledore after his death. Only, it's not the train platform he uses to get to Hogwarts but instead, his little hometown where he grew up with so many lovely and hated people. Harry is on the bench, still, with bread in his hands and pigeons meeting the eye of their heart.
Harry smiles, pinching bits of the bread apart and throwing it to the birds so they are satisfied with the food. After a few minutes of what feels like an endless time travel, he begins to hear the sounds of people and the beeping of a machine. He, of course, is terrified by them from time to time, but he's grown accustomed to such horror. Whenever this happens, Harry stands or walks around like there's nothing to do.
Because there is nothing to do.
As he approaches the lake that is found in the park near his house around the corner, he sees a figure in a dress similar to what Alice wears in Wonderland. He tilts his head in confusion, walking up to her. "Hello," He speaks, although the girl eerily doesn't turn her head to face him. "This is weird for me to say, but I've never seen you before. In this world, I mean,"
The girl finally looks up and looks at Harry. He recognises the face too well, but how is it that he can't remember her name? Her stature speaks volumes, just like the length of her platinum blonde hair and her snow-white skin; her emerald, green eyes that shine brightly whenever she looks up at the sky with the reflection of the sun; her personality of not caring how people perceive about her weight — she's perfection in his eyes.
"You need to wake up," The girl says, in a voice, he's, still, too familiar with.
"But this world... it suits me,"
"I need you," She says, holding out her hand. "You need me,"
"But who are you?" He asks, frowning and taking her hand, reminding himself of the sensation feeling such soft yet calloused hands.
"You keep asking that as you look at me but deep down, you know who I am," She smiles and giggles. "Well, time will tell once you wake up, Harry Styles. So now, wake up,"
She reaches for Harry's eyelids and closes them. Harry succumbs to the echoes of multiple voices and the machine beeping. As his world grows dark, he can feel his eyelids flutter with confusion and someone shouts for a doctor to come in. As he gets used to his surroundings, someone flashes a flashlight in his eyes to ensure that he's awake from what people have praised a 'coma'.
"Do you remember who you are?" The doctor asks.
"Harry... Styles..." He rolls out his name in second-guess but seems confident enough in the end. "My name is Harry Styles,"
The doctor smiles and nods.
"Where is Eve?" He asks.
Everyone in the room grows silent.
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La Belle Eveinée
FanfictionThere's something about the girl he's remembering since secondary school. She had that complexity that no other girls in their small town had, and she's memorable for so many things and in so many ways. Once he wakes up from a coma (that lasted for...
