Dented

"Don't you ever.. and I mean ever say that again, Harry." Ronnie said gently, cupping my tear stained face in her small hands. "It's true, Veronica." I said, a low whisper from my normally confident and sure voice. "It's not true." Ronnie said one more time, more assurtive. "It wasn't your fault that Sam died, Harry. What happened was a shit turn of fate, don't blame yourself for one minute." She started crying, her beautiful lips quivering from all of the emotions I'm sure she felt then. "I will never stop missing her.." I said quietly, trying to avoid the gaze of my best friend and fiance. "And I never expect you to.." She whispered pressing her lips to my temple, urging me to lay in the bed with her. I wrapped my arms around her small middle as I sobbed into her stomach. She played with my curls, crying with me, not knowing how to fix my dented heart. _____________________________________________________________________________ When Sam Styles told her twin to make a dent, she meant in the world, not a dent in his heart. Without knowing it, Sam was Harry's inspiration to everything he became. She's the reason for both the world being dented by Harry Styles and the band One Direction, and the aching dent in Harry's heart.