Summer With Styles

Macey Calihan is a grown woman now, and when she comes in contact with an old box of keepsakes, she remembers a series of incidents that made her the woman she is today. As a youngster, she was struggling with past occurrences of suicide, self harm, and of course depression, all while trying to balance out the good and bad things of her life. She was so close to happiness when her adoptive parents informed her she and her brother, Carter, would be going to the U.K. to spend the summer at her father's recording studio. She then meets the boy -- or boys -- who save her life, only to pick it up and wreck it again in a new, exciting way. Macey falls head over heels for one, while another falls for her. The only thing standing in her way of happiness, is one decision. But as it turns out, some decisions make themselves whether you like it or not.

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18. I'll Always Remember

 

I finally pull the last keepsake from my box, tears drenching it in the process. A newspaper clipping with heart-wrenching words written across the top. I can't even look at it without feeling hopeless and sorry.

Find it in yourself, Macey. Read the words. I part my lips and whisper the headline to myself, scared that I might break down. “Singer Harry Styles Killed in Fatal Car Crash.” The words hurt, but the memory of that day sting my life and being. It was my fault. If I would have stayed in the U.K. like I should have, we wouldn't have been in that car that day. We never would have argued about getting back together. That driver wouldn't have hit us head on. Darcy would never have called Zayn daddy, and Harry never would have gotten into the car in the first place.

If only I had forgiven him years ago like I should have – like he begged for me to, I wouldn't be sitting here in my floor reading this article today. I wouldn't be getting married, I wouldn't have experienced the loss that had me nearly lifeless.

I remember the funeral. It's still a blur, but it's in my mind. The boys were so upset, and his mom, and me...nothing said heartbreak like literally losing someone that you love. We were so close too. I just knew things would go back to normal after that kiss we had.

But then I remember a car coming toward us, and then waking up in the hospital with a broken leg and a few scratches. I remember Gemma coming into my room with bloodshot eyes, telling me what happened...telling me that Harry died.

All I could ask myself was why. Why did Harry die, and I survived? Why does my ten year old daughter look at me now and ask me why her daddy had to go to heaven? I guess there's no real answers for the bad things that happen to us, but I know they happen for a reason. When one door closes, another opens, but you get so caught up on the closed door that you don't even realize the wide open passageway that's trying to lure you in.

I look at the clock, and it's time to go to the church. My hair is done but my makeup is smudged of course after all the crying I've done. Lizzie and Joe have been waiting for me to come out of my room for hours, but I've just sat here wallowing in memories and keepsakes. It's time to let them go and start over. Stop dwelling on what should have been, and engage in what is.

Gemma and El fix my makeup as we drive down the streets of London. Lizzie and Joe moved here about six years ago so that Joe could be closer to work. I tagged along of course because being here reminds me of youth and love...and Harry. It's soothing and it helps me push through life without asking why, which is something I always end up doing anyway.

I slip on my dress in the cramped car and finally we're here.

Joe walks me down the aisle to the curly-haired, green-eyed boy that always lingers in the back of my mind. But as I inch closer and closer to the alter with flowers in my hand, I let go of who I wish was standing up there. It's not him, Macey. Move on with your life. He would want you to.

My mind snaps to reality and it's not Harry standing at the alter anymore, it's someone else. As I approach him, I glance over to my beautiful flower girl dressed in a puffy pink dress. Darcy looks just like Harry with long brown, curly hair and green eyes. Dimples too, just like when she was born. I smile at her and she waves just like Harry used to do. But I've let him go now for the first time since I lost him.

I turn to my fiance and gaze into his chocolate brown eyes, swooning at his dark, mysterious complexion. I hand my flowers to El, my maid of honor, blowing a kiss at Danielle and Gemma, then winking at the three groomsmen who have been better friends to me than anyone could ever know.

Looking at those keepsakes, I realize that I'm ready to love again. So here comes the vows, kiss the bride, and happily ever after.

Letting go.

Being happy again.

Getting married to the second man I've ever loved.

I'm ready, and I'm just moments away from becoming a wife.

The preacher goes through the usual wedding routine, but the only thing I hear is, “Macey, do you take Zayn to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to honor and to cherish, for better or for worse, for richer or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” I say with a smile.

I may be marrying Zayn, but I know that if Harry were here, it would be him I'm devoting my life to. He was the best thing that ever happened to me – and in some cases, the worst. But I wouldn't trade that summer for anything. I wouldn't trade our beautiful daughter, or the times we laughed and played and loved.

I love Zayn, but I love Harry still to this day. But I have to let go and go on with life. Harry wouldn't want me to wallow anymore, so I'll try my best to move forward. But no matter what, I'll always remember that 2012 summer I spent in London beneath the stars. I'll always remember – and forever cherish – my summer with Styles.

 

 

 

 

The End

 

 

Author's Note: Well, this is the end. I really loved writing this story, honestly, and I'm so glad you all liked it too. I don't know why but this story really hits home for me...maybe it's just an emotional or personal thing. I don't know. Anywho, I'll be writing a new story here soon and hopefully you guys like it just as much. But until then, I'm going to see if there's ANY way to make a sequel to this, because it's hard to just let it go. Is that crazy? Haha. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I love ya'll<3 :)

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