The next day i crept into Jaci's room and curled up with her while she slept.
"good morning." she yawned
"shhh, go back to sleep." i whispered
I held her in my arms, safe and warm. She drifted back to sleep and i squeezed her tightly, then closed my eyes and smiled because shes all I want, and everything I need.
she woke up an hour later with me by her side. she smelled of roses like ones in the garden outside.
"Why do you love me?" she bubbled from her sleep, still groggily.
"That's like asking why the sun rises every morning."
"But why?" she responded
"Why does the sun rise every morning?" he questioned
"No" She smiled "You give me silly reasons like that, but to actually think, why? I'm just some fan. you could have any girl you want but yet you chose me."
"Out of the millions of girls i've met, not one of them came close to being as remarkably perfect as you. You are all I could want in a person."
we sat in silence before I asked "How am I supposed to be sure that you feel the same way?"
she replied "I always think of you before i fall to sleep. The words you've said, the way you look, the thinks we laugh about, the silent moments we've shared. And when i dream, I dream of you. Because its about you. It always has and always will be."
I hugged her longer until I got a text from my mum telling me to come home. Hastily, I left her and met my mum back at her flat.
"HI mum." I said throwing my car keys down on the couch.
she looked up from her phone "Where were you?"
I replied "With Jaci."
"I'm glad you're spending her last moments happily by accompanying her."
"Mom...?" I wondered "Mom she's not dying shes responding to treatments. she gets to leave the hospital shortly."
"I know I know" she reassured me "I wouldn't get too attached to a fan you could loose so easily."
"mom, she's not just a fan, shes more than this. I love her, I really love her more than I could ever begin to tell you because I don't even understand it myself. I never thought I could or would feel this way. All i know is that she is my only shot at happiness. If she leaves me, I will never recover. I won't mum. She liked me before I was famous. I don't know what I did to deserve her, but now that I have her I am never letting her go. I am nothing compared to her. She is perfect. She has forgiven me for stupid mistakes when she shouldn't have. She always says the right thing at the right time. She makes me want to be a better person. I know i'm not perfect but she won't leave me for my mistakes. And even if she does leave me for someone else I will never love anyone again. I will never love anyone again if she leaves me because she was made for me. I know she was. I stay up every night thinking about her, and when i'm with her, I feel happy to be alive. She makes me feel like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So If that's your definition of 'just a fan' then I guess she is, and i'm sure grateful to have a fan like her."
I am out of breath by the time I finish. My mums cheeks are wet and swollen with remorse for what she had said
"I'm sorry Harry" she sobbed "You do love her."