Never Alone (Harry Styles Fiction)

"Lynn, what are you doing here?" he yawned rubbing his eyes a few times.

"I -uh, well... I don't know. I'll see you tomorrow by-"

"No babe! Come in. Don't be silly." He insisted, taking my hand and locking the door behind me. That night we had stayed up all night conversing on random crap I couldn't forget. Maybe I was suppose to forget because it had been meaningless but I didn't. I couldn't. It was that night when Jake got a message from Katie. It was a text message and I read it while he had gone to the bathroom. I wished I hadn't seen it, that maybe if I hadn't been the curious little menace that I was, that maybe I wouldn't be in this situation once again with him. I picked up his phone and furrowed my brows when I read them;

'Hey Jakey.'

And other one.

'Jake, you there?'

And another one.

'Ok, I don't know why you've been ignoring me since our kiss. It's not like it's been the first time. Whatever.'

And there it was. The thing that I had feared most after putting myself into the relationship again. I set his phone down lightly and that's when I probably lost it.

"Ugh!" I grunted loudly as Jake walked into the room, zipping up his jeans.

"What's wrong babe?" He questioned, setting both hands on my shoulders.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! Oh my god. I'm so stupid. I can't believe I've been so stupid." And with that I ran out his house with the sound of him calling after me.

My bare feet carelessly padded down the empty streets as I tried to remember the exact point in my life when I had turned this stupid and gullible. Possible pieces of glass or other sharp objects lying on the street were not my biggest problem at the moment. It wasn’t Jake, either. It was my own stupidity.

This had never happened before. There was no middle ground. I had never cheated, nor have I ever been cheated on.

And then Jake ran into me in the girl’s bathroom that morning and everything went down hill from there.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ I repeated with each step I took. I couldn’t think of anything else.

I could hear the city starting to wake up; a few cars drove by, along with a pedestrian or two, probably giving me curious glances, but it didn’t bother. It wasn’t until I heard a car slowing down as it approached me that I raised my eyes from my bare feet, fear building inside of my stomach as the worst possible scenarios ran through my head.

Jake's head popped out of the window of his car as he matched the speed of the car with the speed of my walking. I quickly looked away and kept my eyes in front of me as I walked, refusing to acknowledge him.

“Lynn," Jake called. I sped up. So did he. Left, right, left, right, I concentrated on the rhythm of my feet, giving him the silent treatment. I heard him sigh.

“Let me drive you home, come on. Just that. It’s five in the morning and it’s cold outside and you’re barefoot.” he reasoned, and deep inside I knew he was right; but I wasn’t getting into that car, even if I risked a chance of murder or anything wildly regretful.

“Stop being so stubborn.” he groaned, getting irritated and I felt some kind of pleasure out of it. It was nothing in comparison of what I had felt earlier that morning, but I would settle for any kind of repayment at the moment.

“Please, get in the car.” he tried again. Still, nothing. I kept walking, ignoring him. “Lynn.”

“You know what? Fuck this shit.” I heard him mutter, and I thought he’d finally leave me alone and drive away, when suddenly I couldn’t hear the engine, but instead, I heard the sound of the car door opening and slamming closed. A moment later, I felt his hand around my wrist; tugging and not letting me walk away. I turned around, looked at our hands, then at him. His lips were in a tight line and his brows furrowed as he looked at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked slowly.

Jake cocked an eyebrow in bitter amusement. “Oh you do speak then?” he asked, his grip tightened only when I tried to yank my hand away.

“Leave me alone.” I spat, furious and uncomfortable.

He just shook his head. “Sorry, not this time.” He kept his gaze on me, his stern expression not faltering for a second. I could feel my heart beating louder.

“Jake. Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

He pretended to think about it.

“Mmm… nope.” he shook his head and I decided I’d had enough.
I glared at him.

“What the fuck do you want from me?"

He kept a both calm yet furious expression as he spoke, “I’m not trying to bother you, I just wanted to drive you home and talk to you, but you're so damn stubborn and I’m sorry but I’m not leaving until we talk.”

And he meant it. Like he would stand there until the next morning and just look at me until I gave in and let him do whatever he desired.

“You’ve said enough.” I said, pursing my lips and looking away from him.

“No I haven’t. I haven’t even started yet. You wanted to hear about what happened. Now listen!” he said, tugging my wrist so I would look at him. But I didn’t.

“Talk all you want, it won’t matter anyway.”

Apparently, that hit the nerve, because Jake tugged on my wrist, making me walk a few feet over to his car and press my back flat against the side of it. He pointed a finger at me, his eyes narrowed in frustration.

“That! You see, that’s the exact reason why I had let her kiss me!” My stomach dropped at his words; the mere thought of him admitting such information hurt me more than I possibly wanted it to.

“I’m going to be sick!” I said, laughing bitterly so I wouldn’t have started crying.

“You say the meanest things.” he lowered his voice, his body very, very close to mine, but still not touching.

“You know exactly what to say to make me feel like shit. To make me start doubting every single fucking thing.” He pronounced each word slowly, deliberately, showing me for once the effect I had on him. Then his eyes softened and his lips were just slightly apart as he searched my eyes for something. He suddenly seemed tired.

“We are fucked up. We had an awful start. And those games we were playing, of who’d hurt the other more and who’d care less – I have never, ever done that before. I never needed to. Everything that happened to me was and is easy in comparison to you.,” he said. Until the very moment, I just listened. He never spoke about this, and it was both terrifying and rather interesting to listen to.

“Well, you’re not the easiest thing that has ever happened to me either, okay? That’s why I told you it wasn’t gonna work. Those things are meant to be easy and simple and not like this.” I said. It was true. There were girls who liked to have fun and fool around, there were girls who wanted a normal relationship, and there were girls who wanted a fairytale for a love life. I wasn't one of them.

“You didn’t let me finish though!” he shot back immediately and clenched his jaw in frustration, “What I wanted to say was – how would you know what love should feel like?”

"Jake-"

“No, listen, damn it! In the end, it all comes down to one thing. One simple question.” he said, his eyes pinning me in place. He still held my wrist.

After a long pause, I asked, “Which one?”

He bit his lip before he spoke quietly, his voice raspy and low. “What hurts more, being with or without you?”

“And you chose?” I asked when he didn’t give the answer to his own question.

“Like you don’t know." he huffed out a laugh. “Why would I be standing here with you, in the middle of the street at the break of dawn, if I didn’t think I wanted this? If I didn’t think I needed you?” with every word, his voice became quieter and his face got closer to mine. If I just leaned in, just a bit, I would be kissing him and I would forget everything.

But I couldn’t keep on forgetting anymore.

“Then why, why, why did you have to fuck it up, not once, not twice, but three fucking times Jake!”

He sighed. “I don’t know, alright? It seemed like a logical thing to do since you ended whatever it was we had. And let’s be fair here, it had been fucked up way before I screwed it up.” His eyes pleaded me to agree with him, to tell him it wasn’t his entire fault. And it wasn’t.

“And that’s the problem.” I whispered, gently pushing him away, all the fury gone from my body. He didn’t fight me this time, and I was grateful for that; he let go of my wrist and stepped away.

“Look, I need some time to think everything through. I'll talk to you in a week.” I said, although I wasn’t sure if a whole year was enough time for me to think it through, let alone a week.





2 years later




The weekend. Finally.
It was my very first job as a nurse assistant, and although it was rather fun, it was also stressful.

But now, I was heading home. As I got out of the building, my phone started ringing and I saw the familiar name on the screen. I answered with the biggest grin on my face.

“Adri, I haven’t heard from you in ages! How are you?” I exclaimed, unlocking my car and tossing the purse on the passenger seat.
We spoke that morning.

“Ha ha.” she grumbled, “How funny. I can’t breathe, my tummy hurts. You’re hilarious, Lynn.”

I plopped on the driver seat, furrowing my brows in confusion.

“Whoa, what happened to you?”
I heard her sigh a long, shaky sigh.

“Johnny Tomlinson happened.” she said. Oh, so that was what bothered her.

Adri and Johnny broke up about a year ago or so, but since they were together for so long, she still wasn’t over him. It had seemed like Johnny left far bigger mark on her than anyone else she ever dated.

About a year ago, Johnny sat on the sofa in the living room of their apartment and told her he had met somebody. He hadn’t cheated on her, but he had felt something for someone else, and not wanting to hide anything from her, since she was one of his best friends first, and girlfriend second, he thought she deserved to know. Adri, being the strong girl I loved so much, appreciated his honesty but told him that what he had just told her changed everything. She strongly believed that, if everything were going right between them, he wouldn’t have even noticed the girl. Their break up was mutual, and very painful for the both of them. But if I was being honest, it hit Adri far harder than him. It resulted in her not getting out of the apartment for a week straight, excessive listening to Lana del Rey and a lot of vodka being consumed.

Five months later, it was better, much better; but sometimes, Adri would call at random times, like now, and huff and scoff and, sometimes, even cry. I loved Jonathan, I really did, he was a great guy; but I hated him for hurting her so much without even knowing.

“The fucker is back in town for a couple of days.” she explained, “and I decided I won’t leave the house during that period. I planned everything out, I bought food and everything -”

“Adri, don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not! This is the most logical solution. I hate it, but I know I won’t be able to face him, I’m not ready yet.” she spoke quietly; if there was one thing she hated, it was being vulnerable.

I sighed in defeat. “Okay. You’re completely crazy, but okay.”

“Good." she said, “I just called you to inform you about it, so you’d know I’m not dead or something, I’m just avoiding any contact with the one who can’t be named.”

“Good to know.” I said sarcastically before pausing, my voice softer the next time I spoke, “Hey Adri? You know I’m here for you, right? Call me whenever. Bother away!” I said, making her laugh.

“Oh I will,” she said, “don’t you worry about that.”



…




Fifteen minutes later, I parked my car in my parking spot, took the stairs (working on the lack of cardio) and, breathless, walked into the apartment. I headed into my bedroom to change into something more comfortable than what I had been wearing for work. I was looking forward to a lazy weekend, just chilling at home and having a movie marathon with heaps of popcorn eaten, when my phone rang again. I quickly threw on an old shirt and answered seeing it was Adri again. Already?

“Hello?” I huffed out, pushing the stray pieces of hair out of my eyes.

“This is not fucking happening.” Adri spoke through her teeth, fury dripping from every word.

“Wha-”

“Turn to MTV, now.”

I turned around, placing my hand over the phone before yelling in the direction of the hallway, “Hey, Jake, babe, turn to MTV for a second, will you?” I pressed the phone back to my ear, now heading into the living room,

“What’s on MTV?” I asked Adri; but I got the answer myself. The MTV World Stage was showing, and 5sos were playing this time. It had been two years since Ashton's band grew big. They had called me one afternoon and informed me that someone had suggested signing them. He yelled and cheered for house describing every detail of that day.

To say it was an awkward moment would be an understatement. Although Jake was unaware of it.

How do you tell your boyfriend that he is watching your first (real love) friend's band that is now worldwide famous?

Answer: you don’t.

"What should I name the band?" He questioned over the phone and I slightly shook my head.

"I don't know Ashton. That's not important right now. I just still can't believe Summer is gone." I said as I stared at a blank wall.

He sighed. "I don't understand why she felt the need to leave us so unexpectedly and soon. She wasn't supposed to die for fucks sake! She promised me she'd be here to support me when I got big. But she's gone. She's fucking gone." He chocked out and I knew from there he had been crying.

"Well maybe that promise doesn't have to be broken," I insisted and he just scoffed over the phone. Summer's misfortune had come to an end to soon but I wasn't overly upset. Life comes with misfortunes and her's had happened to be death, like millions of people who are dying at this very second, she was gone.

After months had gone by, 5 Seconds of Summer became worldwide known. I knew the name had been self inspired by her, and I was proud of Ashton and his band mates, I really was. But what hurt was that he had allowed Harry, Johnny, one of their newest friends Liam Payne who happened to be Summer's closest cousin and friend as well. A couple more friends tagged along the tour with them for the year. Liam was incredibly charming by the way he looked on images I've seen of him on Instagram and Facebook. I never had the opportunity to talk to him, but I knew they were interesting people who loved anyone's company. Though death is a frightening thing, it is also beautiful. The mistaken truth isn't the beauty of life while you're living, but it's the death and rebirth of a new life. I believe Summer didn't die, but she's safe and sane somewhere more magnificent. The place is unknown but I know wherever these lost souls are, is a place to continue their search.

“I can’t fucking believe this. He is everywhere I turn! I just wanted to watch re-runs of Gossip Girl but no, they decided to air their fucking backstage interviews,” Adri growled over the phone, "with their friends." My eyes seemed to be stuck on the screen. Conveniently, the rather familiar face popped up, all bright eyes and equally bright smiles.

Well, it was good to know he was still able to give me mini heart attacks with that smile of his, even after two years of not seeing him.

“Adri,” I told her as I got out of my trance and headed back to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

“Just press a button on your remote and he’ll be gone, alright? It’s that simple.” I felt like I was talking to an armed lunatic. Talking them out of suicide.

“He got a new tattoo” she whined, absolutely ignoring me. I sighed.

“Adri” I said, my tone warning,
“Change the channel.”

“Okay, alright!” she grumbled and the background noise changed to a much quieter one.

“Good. See, it was that easy” I told her. She ignored me, again.

“So you’re completely fine with the fact that they’re in town? Like, not affected, not even a little?” Adri asked, making my heart skip a beat.

Oh shit.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me they were all coming!” Oh I was affected. Way more affected than I wanted to be.

"Yeah, well, they all lived here before.” she said sarcastically-"What’s wrong? It’s different now that Harry's here, too?” This bitch. Of course it was different. It was Harry.

“Of course not.”

She was silent for a few moments, before she softly spoke, “Lynn, you know I love you, and Jake… Well he's great but you know you aren't yo -” I sighed, interrupting her.

“Adri, we talked about this.” About every three months for the last two years, Adri including Sissy would want to talk about this.

“No, actually, we didn’t. I tried but you didn’t want to listen, just like now.”

I rolled my eyes and banged my head on the wall once, twice, aggravated. “I loved Harry, Adri, of course I was happier with him but I don't know about-"

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Ergh, alright, I’ll see you. You’re very frustrating sometimes, but you know I still love you.”



....




The next day, I was feeling more than guilty for the way I had talked to Adri, so that evening, I decided to visit her and just have a girl’s night in. I kissed Jake goodbye; (he invited Niall, Shane and more friends over to watch a football game.) I stopped at the supermarket on the way to pick up a few of our favorite unhealthy foods. With two massive bags in my hand, I rang the bell of her apartment, ready to surprise her.
But when Adri and Sissy opened the door dressed in a little dresses, full make up on and their hair flawless, I was the one surprised.

“You guys are going somewhere?” I asked, forgetting to even say hi.

“Yes, in fact we are.” Sissy said proudly, “and you are invited to join us.”

“Us?” I asked, still processing everything – I expected to see them on the couch, Adri a mess and Sissy comforting her. But no, they obviously had other plans.

“Yes, us.” she said, stepping aside.

“What are you waiting for, then? Let me take those massive bags, they look heavy, and get in already.” Adri told me, taking the bags from my grip and walking back to the living room.

I followed her, still a little confused, “But, but – I brought food.”

Adri turned to me after she dropped the bags on the dining table. “So?”

“I thought we’d have a night in, eat all of this, maybe get drunk…”

“Oh we will get drunk, at least that’s my plan." Sissy said with a smile.




…




“So I decided – screw him, I won’t live in fear. And then Sissy called me and asked me to go out with her, almost like she knew that was what I needed, and voila, here we are. And I’m having fun!” Adri shouted in my ear, partly because of the music that was blaring in the club we were in, and partly because she was drunk.

I took a sip of my extremely expensive cocktail (the club was, apparently, very posh) and kept nodding my head in the rhythm of the music, still trying to loosen up.
Suddenly, my trail of thoughts had been cut off as Adri squealed and hid behind my back; confused, I looked around, only to see Johnny and Harry among the people by the other side of the bar.

"Lynn, oh my fucking god, get me out of here, if he sees me, he’ll stop and chat and I’ll either kill him or kiss him and I’m not sure what would be worse." Adri rambled on, clutching my shoulders for dear life.

“Okay, calm down. We’ll go through the back exit.” I told her.

“God, I’m too old for this shit.” Sissy mumbled as we gathered our stuff, to find the back exit, or any other way to get out of the club without being seen by the boys. I cursed at both girls for choosing the fanciest club in town – of course that was where the boys would go out.

Finally, after elbowing my way halfway through the club, I spotted the glowing ‘exit’ sign and headed its way, dragging Adri along.

God, we were both 20, we should’ve behaved like adults, but instead we were fleeing through the back exit. How very mature of us.

“What happened to the ‘I won’t live in fear’ policy?” I asked Adri jokingly when we stepped outside.

“That’s a very good policy, if you ask me.” I heard a voice, a rather familiar voice, not that far behind me. I froze on the spot, naively hoping that, if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t notice me.

I felt him walk pass me before he came into my view, completely ignoring me and going straight to Adri and Sissy.

“How are you, Aid? Been a long time, eh?” he said. Adri chuckled.

“Harry, I think I’m getting too old for this.,” she said, shaking her head.
Harry gasped.

“No way, we’re still too young!”

“It’s easy for you to say. You’re basically being paid to party, but us plain people have to get up early and have a real job." Sissy joked.

“Well, why don’t you three have a drink with us all? For old time’s sake.” he said, putting on his most charming smile.

“Nah, I don’t think I can. It’s too early, if you understand what I’m trying to say." Adri said, a little shy now, but he got it.

“Oh, right, yeah. Sorry. I completely understand.” I was shocked when he turned to me, “What about you, Lynn, fancy a drink with old friends?” he asked, a little uncomfortable but still determined to act normal.

“Oh, I, um, I don’t – I think I should probably take Adri home, you know -”

“Oh no, I will.” Sissy smirked my way.

“See? Now you don’t have an excuse.” Harry said, all smiles and joyfulness. It brought back so many memories that I was immediately aggravated, which was probably the reason why I said what I said.

“Oh, but my boyfriend will worry.”

If Harry was taken aback from this, he didn’t show it; I found myself back in the club, after telling Sissy to text me when they arrived home; he made me hold his hand as he ‘guided’ me through the club, his body sometimes getting dangerously close to mine before I would snap out of it and remind myself Into reality. But who was I kidding? It was already too much that I was holding his hand.

When I stopped the next time, this huge guy blocking my way, Harry got really close to me, but not a single part of our bodies was touching except for our cheeks lightly interacted; he hovered his lips by my ear, “You really had to go on and mention the boyfriend, didn’t you?” Not being able to control it, I smirked. When I didn’t answer him, he sighed, his hot breath washing over my jaw and neck, “I almost forgot how frustrating you are sometimes.” he said, and when I turned my head to him, he smiled, arching his eyebrow, “Almost.”

Finally, we found the boys and I rushed to get my hand out of his grip and focused on talking as much as possible to everyone except Harry, trying to calm myself and think rationally. He looked quite nice. He wore a plain blue t-shirt that hung low to show off his chest tattoo's, worn out black jeans, and white converse. Every few minutes, my eyes would automatically go his way, and he would almost always catch me looking. Several times, I caught him looking too, but he was shameless about it, while I wanted to strangle myself for doing it.

After some time, it seemed he had enough of me ignoring him, so he strutted his way to me, interrupting mine and Luke’s conversation only to shove a cup in my hand and make himself comfortable on the stool next to me.

"Luke, were on in 15 minutes!" Michael shouted from backstage and he nodded his head in understandment.

"Lynn." He smiled and waved until he looked at Harry.

"Harry, don't be late." And he walked away. Don't be late?

Harry leaned on one elbow on the bar, facing me with a smile.
After all, I believe we would’ve been together if I hadn’t left. But my misfortune had came and life itself took that away from me. But I wasn't going to lie, Jake had me happy throughout these few years.
So I gave him my best serious look, and his smile just grew wider.

"What’s this for?” I asked him, referring to the cup in my hand.

“For drinking?” he joked.

"I don't drink."

“Lynn, I know you too well to know you do. No matter how much you hate it. I know what makes you angry. I can tell when you’re angry – you do that pursing of your lips,” he said pointing to his mouth.

“Well, you always grit your teeth."

That made him laugh; he’d stop for a second or two, and then he’d burst again, shaking his head and smiling at me. I didn’t know what happened, but words seemed to flow out of my mouth without permission. I didn’t even know I was thinking about it before I said it out loud.

“How could’ve you expected me to come with you to London?” The question stunned the both us, and while I wanted to take back my words, Harry recovered.

“Well, I, I thought that was the best solution for both of us. You were paranoid about me leaving an-”

“I wasn’t paranoid!”

“- And anyway, I thought I wouldn’t have been able to survive without you.” Green eyes met mine, and I remembered the exact moment he had told me his plan for us.
I remembered wanting to go, take a chance but I didn't. And look where that has gotten me.

“Well, I thought so too, but guess we’re both alive, huh?” I tried to joke, but Harry was being the serious one now – It had been 2 years, but we weren’t together for almost the same time period. It felt strange: like I knew him, but not really. Just strange.

“Sometimes you cross my mind, you know, or like, I have a dream with you in it.” Harry told me, his eyes casted downwards, “and for a moment I think we’re together and how I should call you and be mad and fight with you because you haven’t called all day, and how I always told you to stop keeping score who calls first.” he said, smiling at the memory. He looked up at me, “Remember that?”

I nodded. “Yeah. God, I sure knew how to be a brat sometimes.” I said,
smiling to myself.

“So, is he treating you right?” Harry asked, gulping; it was as hard for him as it was for me.

“Yeah. Yeah, he is.” I said. Harry nodded, something between a smile and a frown on his lips. “I’m glad.”

“He has huge shoes to fill, you know.” Our eyes met, and I swear, I was about to give in. Throw myself to him and tell him that everything would be okay, that I didn't want those shoes to be refilled again but I couldn't, I didn't. A tear fell from my eye as he got up from the stool and turned his face away. He was being uncomfortable, and I didn’t want that.

“Maybe, I mean, I should probably go -“ I started, getting myself up.

"No, Lynn... Wait. Stay here, there's something I need to show you." He looked at me intently and than walked on behind the stage.
…

When the loud cheers subsided, Luke stepped forward to his mic, a grin plastered to his face when he got a few more cheers.

“The next thing we’re going to sing is a cover of a really great song that has a special meaning to one of my friends…” he started, and my ears perked up at his words. He continued with a small smile. "Yeah, this is Only One by Yellowcard.”
I gasped when I saw Harry walk out and stand next to Luke. I listened to the first few accords of the song with my mouth agape, not able to move or say a word, but I couldn’t react. I focused on the well-known lyrics Calum was singing; it was surreal how different they sounded now.

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can’t, I can’t pick up the pieces
And I’ve thrown my words all around
But I can’t, I can’t give you a reason

I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know
Harry was moving around with a microphone in hand. He didn't sing, but he mouthed every lyric. I forgot how to breathe. All I could do was to listen to the song and grip the bar counter for dear life when they all joined to sing the chorus.

Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
There’s just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only,
My only one

Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can’t, I can’t hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can’t, I can’t get up when you’re gone

And something’s breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won’t walk out until you know

Here I go
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
There’s just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only
My only one
I couldn’t believe how every single word felt like it was written for us, and to only think it had been our favorite song. It had all made sense now. But when the slower part came along, and Harry stepped forward to sing it with his eyes closed, a pained expression on his face, I was done with holding back.

Here I go
So dishonestly
Leave a note
For you my only one
And I know
You can see right through me
So let me go
And you will find someone

His voice shook just barely at the end as he turned his head to the floor. I didn’t hear the rest of the song. I didn’t hear anything but the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears. I elbowed my way through the people until I was standing by the side of the small stage, my eyes burning into the side of Harry's head, but he couldn’t see me. Ashton could, though, as he stepped towards Harry and gently tapped his shoulder, pointing in my direction. His head turned, and he messed up the last note when he noticed me there, before setting the microphone down on the stand. He dragged his feet across the stage slowly, almost fearfully, jumping off the stage and standing right in front of me.

I could feel my lips trebling but I had no idea I was crying until he reached out his hand and wiped a tear from my cheek. I stood still, trying to swallow the lump that formed in my throat as he looked at me. I wanted to burst with emotions. He wasn’t crying, he couldn’t let himself cry in front of anyone, but this was more than enough. The feeling that blossomed inside my chest when it came to me that he actually dedicated our favorite song to me, and how sincere he sounded about it, was overwhelming.

I gripped the sides of his shirt as I stepped closer, my eyes never leaving his as I told him the ultimate truth. The answer to the simple question – what hurt more?

“Don’t ever, ever, ever, ever let go. Because I’m sure of hell not planning to anymore. That is a promise”

And there it was. Even though some spend a lifetime searching for happiness, it is worth it. As life comes with misfortunes, it also comes with unexpected treats. I loved Jake, I did, but I knew it wasn't enough for me. My misfortune had led me to the end of my search and it was okay. I had once heard;

Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.

And that's what this was. A new beginning. Life comes with misfortunes but it's just searching for an end. The bad things that happen on a regular base are because the search weren't meant to stop too soon. My search was over, and I was happy. Though Jake might not understand, his search has just begun. All of our's have, and the only conclusion now is to overcome the misfortune of life and finish it.

I ran out of the classroom drenched in water my eye vision becoming blurry from the water that had got into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes until I bumped into someone accidentally falling on each other.

"I'm so sorry." he spoke in a calm voice, not really angered by this.

"It's ok, it's my fault I ran into you." I sighed as I stood up to shake off the dust off my jeans.

"Why were you in a hurry anyways?" his clear British accent was so smooth yet attracting in so many ways.

"Long story..." I looked up only to find two pair of light green eyes staring at me. It amazed me how good looking this kid was, safe enough to say he was cuter than Niall... or at least his personality was. I stood frozen for a few seconds mesmerized how hot he was.

"I, uh... I'm Lynn by the way and you must be the new student." I turned away slightly blushing hoping he wouldn't notice. He was cute. I couldn't help myself but to blush even more.

"Haha, yeah... You can call me Harry though." He gave a small chuckled before sticking out his hand in front of me.

"Nice too meet you Harry."

Notes

This is officially the last haha
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