Cupids Fall: Harry

Beautiful Irish, Diamond Brown, 19, struggling with her life after her losts. She then met Harry and the other four lads. Love growing between them. Harry lost her after someone came in his life althought he doesn't love that person as much and he loves Diamond. Dramas start, heart broken into pieces and tears never stop. Guess what, the memories their shared together, never ended. What if love was right there in front of them and they just couldn't see it? *I kept making people crying reading this and watching the trailer* xx

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1. Prologue

Diamond's P.O.V

Close your eyes and stare into the dark.

    My dad's advice when I couldn't sleep as a little girl. He wouldn't want me to do that now but I've set my mind to the task regardless. I'm staring into that immeasurable blackness that stretches for beyond my closed eyelids.

    I know now, as I knew as that little girl fighting sleep, that behind the gauzed screen of shut-eye, lies colour. Flashes of red and amber, yellow and white speckle my darkness. I refuse to open them. I rebel and I squeeze my eyelids together tighther to block out the grains of light, mere distractions that keep us awake but a sign that there's life beyond.

    Well then, before I start begin my story. My name is Diamond Dcruz Brown. I'm 5'6 tall. Hazel eyes. Long blonde hair and straight ofcourse that goes down until my lower back. I loves writting, drawing, singing and dancing. I'm slim but not too thin. I have a bestfriend named, Summer. We've been friend since we were 10. Well now, I'm going to tell you my story.

    Edward and I have been together since last year and ofcourse we love each other. We've planned to get married soon since I'm pregnant his child. But then, I'm nearly lost everything else. But I survived the terrible accident that left me hospitalized.

    Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing.

    Never have enough time here, always trying to make our way here. I could have taken all the time in the world on each of those steps. But we're always rushing. All, but my heart. That slows now. I don't mind so much. I place my hand on my belly.

    If my child is gone, and I suspect this is so, I'll join it there. There... Where? Wherever? It; a heartless word. He or she so young, who it was to become, still a question. But there, I will mother it.

    There, but not here.

    I'll tell it, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I ruinned your chances, my chance- our chance of a life together. But close your  eyes and stare into the darkness now, like Mummy is doing, and we'll find our way together.

 

Summer's P.O.V

     "What is it about fart jokes, Summer?"

     "Oh, hi dad"

      "Oh, gee whizz, wow, dad so great to hear from you. Its been, what, ah shucks, three hours since you last phoned?"

     "Yes, she's home. And it was your idea.", he grumbles.

     "Dad, I'm thinking of moving in with Andrew", I said for too casually.

      Dad have lived in the red-brick terraced house in Phosboro since ten years ago. The houses have been here since the forties, and over the years he pumped his money into modernising it. Finally, it's how we want it, or it was until this week. A black railing encloses a small patch of a front garden where the rose bushes my mother planted preside. Dad lives in an identical house two streets away, the house I grew up in, though we're never done growing up, continually learning and when I return to it I regress to my youth.

     "So what is it about fart jokes?" dad asks again, ignoring me. "I mean what is it about the sound of expelling air that can stop people from being interested in some of the most incredible master-pieces ever created?"

     "I take it you don't want to talk about me moving in with Andrew?", I asked.

      "You're a child. You and Andrew can move into the wendy house, which I still have in storage. I'll set up in the living room. It'll be real nice and cosy"

     "I'm eighteen. Not a child anymore. I've lived alone away from home for two years now."

     "One year alone. Your mother left me alone the second year to join you, remember."

     "You and mom met at my age"

     Andrew and I have been together for so long since I was sixteen and he was seventeen. Well, I can tell you we both are so madly in love now. So, wanna know something? Actually one of the boy from the biggest boyband One Direction is Andrew's cousin, Louis.

     "And we did not live happily ever after. Stop imitating as and write your own fairy tale," he sigh.

     "I would, if my overprotective father would stop butting in with his version of how the story should go", I sigh and steers the conversation back to safer territory.

     Dad leaves.

 

Diamond's P.O.V

     There's a noise in the room and I feel a presence.

     "Oh God, Diamond, oh God. Can you hear me, love? Oh God. Oh God. Oh, please no. Good Lord, not my Diamond, don't take my Diamond"

     "Hold on, love. I'm here. Dad is here. Mum is here. Be strong, sweetheart."

     I don't want to hold on and I feel like telling them so. I hear myself groan, an animal-like whimper and it shocks me, scares me. I have a plan, I want to tell them. I want to go, only then can I be with my Edward and our baby.

     Then, not now.

     I feel the rough skin of old hands squeezing mine, and their intensity and their familiarity force me to open my eyes. Lights fills them. I glimpse their face, a look I never want to see again. They cling to their baby. I know I've lost mine; I can't let them lose theirs. In making my decision I already begin to grieve. I've landed now, the land of my life. And, still, my heart pumps on.

     Even when broken it still works.

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