Harry Styles Point Of View
I paced myself down the hall of the hospital to her room. I opened the door to find it empty. My heart began to beat faster as I ran down the hall in one breath to the front desk.
"Jaci.." I whispered
"She's in the garden." The Secretary smiled. She pointed down the hall and I ran out the door into a small garden in the middle of the building.
"Harry." Jaci sweetly smiled looking up from the flowers.
"What are you doing out here?" I said strolling around the flower bed.
she sighed "I just wanted a breather."
"You're walking!" I realized looking down at her bare feet on the brick walk way.
she laughed "Ever since that concert night..."
I wrapped my arms around her waist and put my chin on her shoulder, admiring the flowers she held in her hand.
"We should gather them." I recommended
she looked at me over her shoulder "If you love a flower, don't pick it up."
"And why not love?" I smiled
"Because if you pick it up, it dies and you can't love it anymore."
"Just because the flower is dead, doesn't mean the love is gone." I replied
she responded "Well, If you love a flower, admire it from afar and let it be."
she quoted "Love is not about possession." and turned around to face me.
I recognized the quote and chimed in. "Its about appreciation."