The event changed everything, but a story can’t have a central theme unless there are walls to support it, roads that take you there and on, because I can’t just give you a fact and you understand it fully until I explain it. So here it is; I love Harry Styles, but the roads that I take you on to understand may not be one’s that you really want to travel, so heed the signs on the barren roadsides, and understand. I’ll tell you about the days, thirty before and thirty after, encompassing Harry’s attempted suicide.


16. 19 days before


when i was younger, i had a friend who broke his nose. He cried a-lot, of course, as most people do when they break something, but what fascinated me was the doctors decision on fixing it.


"they have to break it again to set it right?" i had asked, because the whole thing did seem really prepsterous, like if you stubbed your toe you certainly weren't going to stub it agin to make it better. it was twice the pain.


"it has set wrong," my mother explained. "they waited too long and it hasn't healed properly."


Harry might have laughed at me comparing our relationship to a broken nose, but thats the best way to descibe it.

He had been broken and i cant let him heal wrong, I didn't want him to ever be like this gain, so i did my best to keep him in good spirits.

I thinl my plans work, to an extent. I see his smile more & more often, and i feel like my life has been covered in clouds but the sun has decided to come back.


I still fall more and more in LOVE with him, but i know now is not the time to confess such a thing. It might never be the time...


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