Harry. Styles. Those two words make so many guys jealous because they know as they sleep with their girlfriends they are dreaming about having me fuck them. That's the way of my life. Everything. Is. About. Me. End of story. Period. Exclamation point. Done. I want the cameras back on me, and I know exactly how I'm gonna do it. I'm going to create the biggest scandal ever. It's the perfect time to do so, so get ready because this is going to be the summer to break rules, and fall in love? I never thought she would be entering the picture. This changes everything. Me plus her equals catastrophe divide that and you get two teenagers who perfectly in love and utterly Wild.
**+15 for mature content {language, sexual scenes, etc}** Continuation of the Meet Me In Battersea Park stories, exemplified as Harry's story.


15. A Short Story

~~Harry's POV~~

I woke up with my back hurting. I groaned as I sat upright, my hand over my lower back. The floor was anything but comfortable. I stood up, noticing Cricket wasn't around. I went into the kitchen and saw no one. Next the bedroom, still no one. I probably ran around the flat tons of times and still came up with nothing. 

I was the only one here. 

"Cricket?!" I shouted her name, and heard nothing in return. 

Where had she gone? Niall and Shiloh had to be coming home from their night away in a hotel room soon. I needed to find her, I needed to know where she was at. 

I went into my bedroom and changed my outfit--the same outfit I had been wearing through the entire hospital visit and through my sleeping. I'm pretty sure I stunk of sweat, but I just needed to find her. Nothing else mattered. I shook my head, swooshing my curls to one side. 

I brushed my teeth in record time and then ran to the door at the same time shoving my feet into my Converse. 

"Harry? What's wrong?" Niall asked me as I looked at him from the other side of the door, Shiloh beside him. 

"Did you see Cricket?" I asked him. 

"No, I thought she was here?" Shiloh asked instead of a reply from Niall.

"She was!" I was growing frustrated, angry. "We were talking and then fell asleep. There's no note, nothing." 

"I'll call Louis," said Niall.

My eyes widened, "You think he came by?"

"I don't know what to think anymore Harry," he said as he brought his cell phone to his ear. 

I pushed myself to the wall, not sure what to do anymore. She could be anywhere. I just listened to Niall.

"Lou, have you seen Cricket?" Niall asked through his mobile. There was brief pause until, "She was with Harry all night and then was gone this morning--just if you see her can you ring me please? Thanks Lou." 

He turned towards me and shook his head, I turned and smacked my fist into the wall. 

"Stop," said Shiloh. "Let's go, we can go look around town."

"It's London," I said. 

"It's worth a try," said Niall. "Come on." 

As I sat in the backseat of the car, my mobile in my back pocket. I heard a ring and reached for it quickly. No one important and I let it go to voicemail. But before I looked at my phone a white sheet of something fell out of my pocket. 

My eyes narrowed. Yea, I was known to keep things in my pockets, but I couldn't remember putting anything into my pockets earlier. 

I pick up the white folded paper that fell to the floor. I start to unfold it, and my heart flutters as I notice her handwriting. 

I begun to read, her voice drifting inside my head, reading it aloud. 

"Harry," it began. "I don't know why and I don't think I ever will know why you felt the need to save me all those times. I brought everything upon myself, and yet you saved me from myself. I feel like I worry you more than anyone should, and I know that I am nothing but a responsibility. I'm sorry to have ever caused you hurt and the pain that you will soon feel. I am gone. You are probably searching London looking for me, but you won't find me. Instead you will see my ghost, appearing and disappearing into thin air. The only way to have you no longer worry about me was for me to vanish from your life, and from the world. I love you Harry, and I'll never regret the times we've had. Do not blame yourself for the things I have done and the final thing I have done to wash myself away. I have chosen this for myself, and I never want you to believe it was because of you. You were everything to me, and you deserve better. Someone who can live and be happy. And I can't do those things, not anymore. This summer was amazing and I loved that you were part of it. Pain will vanish though and things will become better. I'm only a memory and memories will be forgotten. I know this and I'm happy to have be known and then forever forgotten. Move on, live your life, find someone, be happy. Don't ever let people tell you who you should be, because you'll never be happy. Go to my brother. He misses you, and I know you miss him. I'm no longer there to be a distraction, go to him. It's time for you to live, it's time for you to break the rules of normality. Go on, Harry. Live on. Love on. I will forever love you, in mind and in Paradise. We have indulged in a short story and here's the end. Goodbye, Cricket."

I let the paper fall back to the floor. "Go back to the flat," I said blankly. Confused, sad, angry, emotions burned through me like wild fire. 

"What?" Niall said confused from the passenger's seat.

"Go back to the fucking flat," I said more sternly as my eyes found his in the rearview mirror. 

He nodded going back to the flat.


I stood outside my flat staring at the wooden door for what seemed like hours. 

She never left. She was here all along. 

I finally placed my hand over the door handle and pushed it open. Stale air flew into my lungs unwillingly. I could feel Shiloh and Niall's breath creeping down my neck as I made my way to my bathroom. 

So many things happen in this bathroom. Shiloh confessed her love to me on the mirror before leaving, I've made love in that bathroom, I've destroyed that bathroom. 

I hated that bathroom. 

The door was slightly open and I pushed it all the way, so it softly hit the wall. The curtain to the shower was closed as the bright sun shone through the window disrespecting the dark scene. 

I stopped, I couldn't walk further. To know something painful and lost was on the other side of the curtain left me immobile. I was unable to push my feet forward, unable to make any movement. 

"Go," I heard Shiloh mutter behind me. 

They had not read that letter that Cricket gave me, but I guess my emotions and gestures were enough for them to guess. They had a hunch, I had the truth.

But I was unwilling to accept it. 

So I stepped forward. 

I wrapped my hand around the curtain and like a flower petal in the wind the curtain was pulled back. I looked down, thinking it was a mirage. 

Everything was. This was all a dream that I might one day wake up. 

But it wasn't a dream.

It was a nightmare, a hell, and it was all unfolding right in front of me. 

"Oh my god," breathed Shiloh and I looked at her as she was enwrapped by Niall. 

I slowly looked back to the shower and fell to my knees. Finally feeling worthless, unable to help or to be helped. Tears fell from my eyes like shooting stars, unable to be controlled, unable to be stopped. 

I reached for Cricket's lifeless hand as I kissed her knuckles. The pill bottle laying at her feet. Her skin had gone pale, cold, unusable. Is this what loss felt like? 

Is this was death felt like? 

My other hand went through her hair, still soft like what I remembered from last night.

Last night. 

It felt like a lifetime ago. The last time I touched her, kissed her, it was all last night. 

I couldn't protect her anymore, she was just a body. There was no touching, caressing, senses all gone. She was just skin and lifeless beauty. 

To never be looked at or touched again. 

And to be forever buried in cold dirt and in my heart. 


The End.

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