Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up.
*One Direction Story* Please read! :) xxx


29. Break Down

I opened my eyes to see the night sky, and a small lantern lit up. Strong arms were tightened around my waist, as I tried to wriggle free. Harry woke up instantly, pulling me closer to him. Tears stream down my face, as I look up at his hurt eyes.

 "Amelia...I am so, sorry..." He choked, tears falling down his face.

 "I HATE YOU, SO MUCH! WHY DID YOU COME FOR ME! I HATE YOU!" I screamed, punching him in the arms so I could try to get free.

 His grasp only tightened on me, which made me yelp like a fearsome puppy.

"I am so sorry for what happened to you..if I co-"

"No...let me go. I can't stay here anymore." I whisper to him, my stomach twisting into knots.

 "You have so much to live for..don't do this to yourself!" He yells at me, causing me to cringe.

 "Oh really? What do I have to live for? Everybody hates me, I have no family, you are now out of the question!" I reply to him, sobs escaping my mouth.

 "I have never been out of the question..I am always here for you..always." He stutters in my ear, his tears falling onto my head. 

 "No you are not! I tried calling you, texting you, so I could at least have someone to talk to, but I never got a response! My feelings were eating me away, and yet again, I had no one to talk to! I am always alone in this bitter cruel world and I am sick of it! I want to...I-I want to be with my mum!" I cry, covering my face with my hands.

 He takes my hands into his icy cold hands and looks me right dead in the eyes. The hurt he was feeling showed in his facial expressions, as he opened his mouth to speak.

"I am so sorry...A fan grabbed me on stage and broke my phone..I had no contact with anyone. You know I would have been there for you in a heartbeat. I am so, so sorry." He cried, tears spilling down his face.

 My face was expressionless. I wanted to be happy, that he did have some care for me, but I couldn't. All I was feeling inside was remorse and hate towards this boy. But why? He has saved me from something I wanted twice now. Is he right and am I wrong? Does my life really have a purpose?

 "I need to go...let me go." I whisper, struggling to get free.

 "Need to go where?" He breathed, still clinging to me.

 "Anywhere but here." I muttered under my breath, him hearing it anyways.

 "I am not letting you go anywhere. You are staying by my side, no matter how much fight I have to go through to get you to stay here with me." He protested, his eyes red and puffy from the crying. 

 "Why do you care so much about me..?" I ask him, tears rolling down my cold face.

 He paused, opened his mouth, and shut it again. I started to cry even more, and managed to get free from his grasp. I ran, I ran as far as I could. An arm grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. The sweet smell of his cologne sent me into a fantasy. He leaned his face close to mine, his forehead resting on mine. My breathing was uneven, and my heart was beating faster than ever before. He looked me in the eyes, and opened his mouth to speak.

 "I love you. That is why." He whispers.

 My face freezes, before he smashes his lips onto mine.

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