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 :)


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?”


“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.


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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