This Love

I knew Harry I loved Harry but when he left I moved on. Events went on in my life and when he came back I was thrown in between my brother and boyfriends band and Harry's band.


1. To the Bridge

I walked along the dim road. Thoughts filling my head. I thought about my best friend from when I was younger. I remembered that he shielded me from all of the hate and bullying. I remember when he held me after I cut. I remember the promise that he made, the promise that he broke. I remember the day he left, I died on the inside. My shield, my best friend, the love of my life had walked away. I remember when I walked into the school and everyone finally had the chance to do what they have always wanted. They hurt me in every way possible. They broke me. Tears poured out of my eyes. I bit my lip trying to keep the sobs from escaping. I needed to end it all. All the pain, the suffering, it was never ending but I knew one way out. 

I turned the corner and walked further down till I reached the place that I needed, the bridge. I walked to the center and gripped the metal railing. The harsh wind whipped through my dark brown hair. My blue eyes burned with the tears. I lent over and looked down. It was perfect. I swiftly swung one leg over which was soon followed by another. I looked in either direction and one way there was a figure entering the bridge. It was a man. He started to run. I noticed then that the light was shining above me. He was coming to save me or push me. I looked out into the distance and closed my eyes I let go of the rail and lent forward. I felt my self start to fall. 

That feeling was cut abruptly short when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist and pull me back. I started to scream and kick and hit the guy who pulled me back. He didn't seem to be fazed in the slightest, because his grip stayed firm. My voice became hoarse, sore, and quiet because of my screams. I started to sob. The stranger sat down on the curb and held me. He gently rocked me back in forth. I clutched onto his shirt and soon cried myself to sleep in the strangers arms. 

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