My Fantasy- 2 Broken Dreams

(Sequel to My Fantasy) After Harry's unexpected question, Katie doesn't know what to say. But her answer is backed up, as she has a reason for saying.....
Her ex-boyfriend makes a surprise visit, costing Katie all sorts of problems..... How will she get out of it this easily?


36. Ending

Harry's P.O.V.

I pulled my black duffel coat over my almost limp body tighter than ever. Like it was protecting me from the horrible scene unraveling before me. I closed my eyes as everyone else began to join me standing. Niall was on my left, Zayn on my right and the other boys scattered around in other various places. I looked up from my coat and scanned the crowd for Katie. She had to be here. Standing there laughing, her long brown tousled hair would be blowing in the wind as she would throw her head back. Everyone's quite murmurs instantly silenced as "she" was carried onto the grass. I lowered my head and focused on my brown boots. I twisted my ankle to one side tilting my head whilst looking at them contently. 

The vicar walked past me like a breeze as he joined the congregation, he cleared his throat, "Welcome." I looked up but then quickly glanced away "Today we are here to celebrate the li-" No no no. I blocked the vicars voice out of my head as I looked anywhere but, where "she" was. My throat began to close in on me, and the familiar feeling rose in my throat and I tried swallowing the lump.

I closed my eyes in pain, and began to think about other things. But all my mind found wondering was Katie. Kate. Katie. Kate. Katie. Katie. Kate. Kate. Kate. Kate. I couldn't get "her" out of my mind. I opened my eyes and my cheek was instantly damp and hot. My nose began to run and my vision began to merge into foggy colors. I watched as "she" was lowered into the ground, and if it were possible, I pulled my coat even tighter around my body. 

The rest of the day went by like a blur and before I knew it, I was back at my apartment. I pushed my door open, and slammed it behind me. The silence of the apartment engulfing me. I shoved my coat off and dropped in on the floor along with my blazer. I ran my hands through my wet hair and shut my eyes tightly. It didn't have to be like this. It could have been different. I could have changed what happened. 

"Fuck." I swore as I walked towards my room. I trudged over to my bed and kicked off my boots. I slipped into my bed and pulled the warm, heavy covers over my fully dressed body. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life, I won't answer to anybody. I'll just lie here, and think of "her", Katie, my Kate. Maybe, just maybe, if things were different, she would be here, with me, chatting, giggling, just being normal. Being "us" because lets face it. We never really got the chance to be "us." And I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

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