Madly, Truly, Deeply

This is a Harry Styles fan fic!! It's about a regular girl who makes one bad decision in her life, and is reminded of it everyday. Don't worry, the reminder is quite a good one :)


7. Everything's Different

When the sound of the piano slowly died and I opened my eyes, I saw Harry completely different. Everything bad that he's ever done to me was suddenly gone, his voice and the emotion behind it replacing the bad things.

I stared at him a while until he finally spoke, "I've never sang in front of anybody before..." he whispered.

I continued to stare at him, until I finally just left the room. I know it's rude, I know he's probably really confused, but I had to leave. I was beginning to feel things for him... That I shouldn't feel.

I've never connected with someone this much as I have with Harry before, and I'm falling... Hard, and fast. His curly hair seemed perfect to me, his emerald green eyes were permanently fried into my brain, his smile also stuck there.

I walked outside, sitting on the little hammock between two trees in his small yard. I slowly laid back, gazing at the stars. They're probably looking down at me, laughing. Thinking I'm crazy.

"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place, even your emotions had an echo in so much space," I peacefully sang, not thinking about the words or anything, just focusing on the stars. "Mmm... And when you're out there, without care, yeah. I was out of touch. But it wasn't because I didn't know enough, I just knew too much... Mmm...

"Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly..." I trail off, now focused on the moon. "I am crazy..." I whisper to myself.

"No, you're not." I heard an uninvited voice say from the distance.

I turned my head to see him slowly walk towards me, hands in his pockets. "Yes, I am. I'm thinking things that I shouldn't, I'm believing things that I shouldn't. Harry, I'm wanting things that I know I can't want."

He lays down next to me on the hammock. "And what is that?"

I didn't notice him reaching over to the closet tree, and as I whispered, "" lights came on around me, filling the air with some kind of perfectness.

"You, want me...? A monster." he asked, looking down, scolding himself.

"You're not a monster... Not to me... Anymore." I answered, taking his hand gently in mine.

I watched as his fingers slowly curled over mine, perfectly engulfing my tiny ones. "I will never be able to give you what you want," he said, staring into my eyes.

"Yes you can, you're... Giving it to me now." I didn't know that we were both leaning in until I said that, and our lips slowly connected.

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