How can you love me?
The End
Harry’s POV
It’s October 22nd. It’s been seven years since I got the call saying Ana had been taken. Me, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Brandon and Louis all stand at the Starbucks where I first met her. The manager shuts down the place every year on the anniversary of her disappearance so we can hold a vigil to her memory. We have never given up, but all the trails have run cold. The police declared her dead three months ago.
Tears fill our eyes as we talk about our limited yet endearing memories of Ana.
“She was my Ana Banana,” Niall sniffles.
“She was so sweet,” Louis adds.
“She whooped all our asses,” Brandon says. We all laugh sadly.
“I really didn’t know her and I regret that everyday,” Liam cries. It’s really been eating him up that he only met her the one time. I put my arm across his shoulders and pull him into a hug.
“She was my light,” Zayn states. Anger fills me, but it’s not towards my best mate. It’s at myself. I let this happen.
“She was my responsibility!” I yell. The boys gather around me and we embrace in a giant group hug.
“It’s not your fault,” they all assure me as they do every year. I never believe them. The only way I’ll believe it is if Ana herself comes up and tells me. If she tells me everything’s okay and that this has all just been a terrible dream. The tears roll down our cheeks while the paparazzi stand outside trying to make money off of our pain. The void I feel can’t even be described as pain. No one has ever been able to fill Ana’s space. I always end up comparing them to her. Either their too perfect or not near perfect enough. The only perfect that is absolute perfection to me was Ana.
Ana’s POV
I stand outside the coffee shop while the boy’s mourn my disappearance. I had to do it. All I had brought into their lives was pain, and I have to live with that everyday. I snap pictures of them while I disguise myself as one of the paps. I have made a new life for myself. As soon as I woke up from the chloroform, I took the ‘police officer’ down using my martial arts and escaped. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made to leave the boys forever, but I had to make it.
I watch as they leave the Starbucks. Their heads turn in all directions looking for me. I duck down a little just to be sure that they don’t recognize me. Tears roll down my cheeks as I see the pain on each of their faces. Brandon knew I was here and he gave me an imperceptible nod. I had gone straight to him after I escaped, and he agreed to keep my presence a secret.
A tear rolls down his cheek while he looks at me. I shake my head as I realize what he’s about to do. He gives me a sad smile and taps Harry’s shoulder. He leans down and whispers something in his ear. Harry’s eyes gain the spark that I had always loved. He looks up and scans the paps. His eyes find mine and a look of utter euphoria fills every pore of his body. He rushes into the throng and grabs me up in a giant hug. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I never should have left.
THE END
It’s October 22nd. It’s been seven years since I got the call saying Ana had been taken. Me, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Brandon and Louis all stand at the Starbucks where I first met her. The manager shuts down the place every year on the anniversary of her disappearance so we can hold a vigil to her memory. We have never given up, but all the trails have run cold. The police declared her dead three months ago.
Tears fill our eyes as we talk about our limited yet endearing memories of Ana.
“She was my Ana Banana,” Niall sniffles.
“She was so sweet,” Louis adds.
“She whooped all our asses,” Brandon says. We all laugh sadly.
“I really didn’t know her and I regret that everyday,” Liam cries. It’s really been eating him up that he only met her the one time. I put my arm across his shoulders and pull him into a hug.
“She was my light,” Zayn states. Anger fills me, but it’s not towards my best mate. It’s at myself. I let this happen.
“She was my responsibility!” I yell. The boys gather around me and we embrace in a giant group hug.
“It’s not your fault,” they all assure me as they do every year. I never believe them. The only way I’ll believe it is if Ana herself comes up and tells me. If she tells me everything’s okay and that this has all just been a terrible dream. The tears roll down our cheeks while the paparazzi stand outside trying to make money off of our pain. The void I feel can’t even be described as pain. No one has ever been able to fill Ana’s space. I always end up comparing them to her. Either their too perfect or not near perfect enough. The only perfect that is absolute perfection to me was Ana.
Ana’s POV
I stand outside the coffee shop while the boy’s mourn my disappearance. I had to do it. All I had brought into their lives was pain, and I have to live with that everyday. I snap pictures of them while I disguise myself as one of the paps. I have made a new life for myself. As soon as I woke up from the chloroform, I took the ‘police officer’ down using my martial arts and escaped. It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made to leave the boys forever, but I had to make it.
I watch as they leave the Starbucks. Their heads turn in all directions looking for me. I duck down a little just to be sure that they don’t recognize me. Tears roll down my cheeks as I see the pain on each of their faces. Brandon knew I was here and he gave me an imperceptible nod. I had gone straight to him after I escaped, and he agreed to keep my presence a secret.
A tear rolls down his cheek while he looks at me. I shake my head as I realize what he’s about to do. He gives me a sad smile and taps Harry’s shoulder. He leans down and whispers something in his ear. Harry’s eyes gain the spark that I had always loved. He looks up and scans the paps. His eyes find mine and a look of utter euphoria fills every pore of his body. He rushes into the throng and grabs me up in a giant hug. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I never should have left.
THE END
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