The worst possible thing could have happened to Harley. Harry was murdered. She writes in a journal to Harry. Harry wants Harley to move on. Will she be able to handle life? And will she fall for someone you would never expect.

Credit to the creator of "99 days without you" This is like that, but not Larry. (I don't ship it. No offense:) )


11. Day Ten: (Not In Journal)


                       Today I woke up to Niall's arms around my waist. Ugh. I mean, it's okay. But, everyday man, really? I turned around to see Niall's face. Snoring, but smiling. He was in the middle of a good dream. I didn't want to wake him. I carefully removed his arms and tip toed to the kitchen. I was hungry. Like always. I took out a box of cereal and poured it into a bowl. As I bent down in the fridge, I felt a presence behind me. I turned and saw... HARRY!!! He stood there with his finger over his mouth telling me not to scream. So I didn't. I held it in. He was carrying a pencil and a notebook. The first page read: I'm an angel now Harley! God sent me down so I can tell you something. I gasped. An angel. I always thought he was an angel. He turned the page:

             I wanted to tell you to be with Niall. He loves you. And I know, deep down, you love him too. Please, make me happy by being with Niall. I want you to move on from me. When he wakes, tell him you wanna be together. I love you. Please do this for me.

                  I teared up when I read that he wanted me to be with Niall. I really did love Niall.

                                "But-" he cut me off by holding a sign saying: Please

                                       I ran over to Harry and clung to him tight.

                 "I love you," I whispered. He gave me a sticky note: I love you too. I regret nothing. Especially not you. Forever and ever babe- Harry. I fisted the note in my hand.

                                   He stepped away from me and showed his wings.

                   "You're so beautiful," I gasped. He scribbled something on a piece of paper: Not as beautiful as you.

                  He grabbed me and gave me the longest, most passionate kiss ever and vanished. Along with his notebook and paper. I looked down at my hand. The sticky note was still there. I decided not to put this experience in my journal. Someone would send me to a mental institution. 

                    I heard a groan come from bedroom. Niall was waking up. I went into the room. He saw me.

                   "Morning princess," he smiled. I knew that's what he called his girlfriends. Only the special ones though.

                                    "Morning Niall. Do you want some cereal?" I asked. 

                                                         "Yeah, sure. Thanks"

                                                     I turned to go to the kitchen.

                                                     "Harley?" Niall caught me. 


                                                      "I love you," he replied.

             I just stood there not knowing how to respond. I felt the sticky note move in my hand. I looked to find it turned over. It read: Say it baby. I love you. Be with Niall. 

                             "I love you too, Niall," I spoke. I left the room to make cereal.

I     was eating when Niall walked in with a t-shirt and boxers. He leaned against the counter.

                                                "So you love me, eh?" he smirked.

                                                              "Yeah," I nodded. 

                               "Oh thank God!" he swooped me off of my seat and spun

                                  me around. Then, he kissed me and hugged me tight.

                                       "What was that for?" I giggled. Niall chuckled.

                                            "I love you so much Harley," he kissed.

                               "I love you too, Nialler. I love you too," I hugged his neck.



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