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

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30. Truly Madly Deeply

I stared at his glistening eyes, a small smile forming on my lips for the first time in weeks. Did he just seriously say he loves me? Did he just really kiss me? No, this didn't happen. He would never love a girl like me! Is this just for sympathy? I bet he just feels bad for me, since he knows I am deeply in love with him. He just didn't want me to kill myself. My smile disappears.

"No you don't." I whisper, looking down at my feet.

 "What do you mean?" He questions me, lifting up my chin, me now looking right into his eyes.

 "You don't really love me. You just feel bad for me. I kn-"

 "Stop it, now. I have loved you ever since I met you that one day in the meadow. I was too scared to tell you, because I didn't know if I was what you wanted. You needed a friend, not a boyfriend. You are so beautiful, Amelia, and I don't know what I would do without you. You are my life." He says to me, making my heart melt inside.

 "What I needed, and still need, is someone who actually loves me. You are the one, Harry. I have never had someone who loves me like you do..." I mutter to him, making him smile wide.

He pushes a loose piece of my hair to the side, his arms still wrapped around my waist, as we stood in the middle of the meadow. He leaned his forehead onto mine, making my heart flutter inside my chest.

 "You were also my first kiss." I blurt out, my cheeks turning an instant red.

 "Good. I can be your last first kiss then." He smiled cheekily, intertwining our hands together.

 "I don't know, we'll see about that." I teased him, his smile turning into a pout.

 He leaned in, and planted a soft, yet sweet kiss on my lips. The feeling of his lips on mine made me shiver down my spine. He was perfect from head to toe, and I loved the fact that he loves me like I love him. This boy is my life. He pulls away and smiles at me. 

I am truly, madly deeply in love with this boy.

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