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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29. Stephanie

She died. I was getting my broken arm looked at when Dr. Reed came in and asked the nurse to leave. I’ve never felt so shattered. I want to cry but I can’t? It is like something is holding me back from doing it.

I entered her room. She was gone. The hospital bed was already changed and pristine. Ready for the next patient. How could they do that?! I felt the anger coming to the surface. I ran up to the bed and messed up the best I could. All those actions got me tired so I feel asleep on my Angle’s bed. I miss her so much.

I closed my eyes but all I could see is her smiling face. He beautiful freckles, soft blond hair, I felt her soft lips on mine. I miss her so much. I began to cry. After that I fell asleep.

***

I woke up in my room with everyone sitting around me. Even Alex was there. From the amount of tissues and tear stained eyes I could tell they knew. I began to cry again. I feel week. I feel like jello. I feel like nothing. I want to be nothing because it can’t feel the emptiness I do.

“I miss her so much Harry.” Sophie whispered before giving me a hug. A few of my knots eased up. I felt good to get a hug, to feel cared for.

“I love her so much.” I whisper back. She nods. “Do any of you know where my mum is?” I ask desperately wanting to see my mother. I need someone to hold me and tell me it’s going to be ok. Even if it’s a total lie. I need it. I miss her so much.

“She went to sign you out.” Lou told me with sympathy in his eyes.

“What does the media know?” I ask. I am a pop star.

“You were in a crash and your girlfriend has passed away, the fact you guys were married is being said like it’s just a rumor.” Liam reassures me.

“ok” was all I could manage.  I miss her so much.

“Harry! Sweet heart I heard what happened! I was so worried! Where Angie?” She was looking around the room, expecting her to jump out and yell here I am. I was half hoping she would. But she never did. Everyone looked at each other. Zayn was brave enough to whisper to her what happened. She began to cry. Then I began to cry. And soon everyone began to sob.

“Oh Harry I am so sorry.” My mom hugged me. She shooed everyone out and helped me change. We didn’t speak.

***

The whole time we were leaving the hospital I zoned out. I wasn’t there. We were going to pass that place. I shudder. I hug myself and my mom places a comforting hand on my knee.

“Harry it will get better, I can’t say when because I don’t know but it will. I promise you. “I nod. For some odd reason it reassured me. I’m never going to forget my beautiful Angel, my heart will never fully heal, I will never be a whole again but it will be better. I miss her so much.

15 years later

I visit her grave every Friday, that’s when I met her you see. I also bring flowers, specifically roses. I bring Sorren with me and he would just sit in front of the grave stone and you could see his little doggy battery charging. It was so cute.

I had a little girl, she had freckles. She reminded me of Evangeline. MY beautiful Angle. Not in a creepy perverted way, in a warm fuzzy feeling that brings a smile to my face. I am not married though. Joanna is very understanding because she’s a psychologist. I am very grateful for her. I love her, but in full honesty not as much as my Angel.

I miss her. After spending 2 years in a daze which nearly broke our group up, I decided it was enough. I couldn’t change the fact that Evie has passed away. So each day I remember something about her. Like today I remembered the first time we met and how she ran into me at my concert. I laugh and Sorren and Stephanie looked up at me.

“Dada what funny?” She managed to say. She’s 5 you see. I smile at her.

“You my beautiful Stephanie.” She giggled and ran up to Angie’s grave. She traced the words with her small finger. “What say Dada?”

“Evangeline Blight, A beautiful Angel.” I read out loud. Stephanie gasps.

“She angle?!” she squeals.

“She sure was.”

“Was she beaubiful?” I smile again.

“She was.”

“Like momma?”

“Mhm.”

“Can she be my Angel too?”

“She sure can.”

“I love you Dada.” She runs up and wraps her chubby arms around my leg. I pick her up and place her on my shoulders. I whistle and Sorren comes bounding up the path.

“I love you too baby girl.” We make our way to the car.

THE END

I loved writting this fan fic so much!!! i've decided to write another one so go check it out :) love you all xxx -Arya

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