Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)

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27. Darkness

“Sign here, now your turn. Are you going to keep your maiden name?” The clerk person asked me.

“No.” I simply reply, Harry squeezed my hand bellow the counter.

“Ok, on last signature here…and you’re done.  Merry Christmas! Next please.”

Despite my parka and boots I jump on Harry and warp my legs around his waist and kiss him.

“Where do you want to go now Mrs. Styles?”

“I dunno where does Mr. Styles want to go?”

“Anywhere with Mrs. Styles will be perfect.”

“Home?” HE nods, hand in hand we trudge through the lines of people and get in to the car. We explained to Harry’s mum about the tour. She wished us well and good luck and we were off to city hall.

“I think we need to celebrate.”

“How exactly?” He looks at me and wiggles his eye brows with a devilish grin. I giggle but that only distracts me from the road and so I hit the truck. The small car does two flips before sliding to a halt. But at that moment, that small split second causes the second truck to hit my side of the car and sets us sliding in the other direction. It felt like the small vehicle was a ping pong ball jumping from one side of the court to the next. The car did another jolt and it stopped with a deadly screech. I managed to look at Harry who had his eyes closed and an ugly gash on his forehead. I began to cry. I was struggling to reach over to touch his hand but instead I unhook my seat belt and fall head first on to the glass and metal debris. Darkness consumed me.

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