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“Listen to me, we’ll make it through and everything will be fine. Here, let me go and get you some water, okay?”
He stayed silent, his eyes not even meeting mine. I left the room, plastic cup in my trembling hand. It was 1 year tomorrow of him getting rid of his cancer but, just 4 months ago, it had come back. This time, it was terminal. We couldn’t have expected anything worse. Knowing he was going to die. Just waiting. Waiting.
It took me just a moment to fetch the water and i headed back into his room, i sat besides his bed. Stroking his now bald head. The head that used to be full of springy, luscious brown curls, going in every direction. The boy who used to be full of life, never not smiling and laughing. The strong muscular body, who you’d want to hug you and never let go.
To this.
“Miss. May we have a word with you?”
“Yes, of course.”I looked at him one last time, a small smile appearing on his face as i left.
“Mr. Styles has one last request before, he leaves us.”
I nod, focusing on his every word.
“Well, we have a vicar awaiting. Mr. Styles said you were engaged, am i correct?”
“Yes.”It was all that could come out, my throat was dry and tears were filling my eyes.
“Well, would you do him the honor of marrying him before he leaves.”
“Yes. When? We’ll do it beside, right? I do not want him out of medical reach for a second.”
“In a few moments. And, beside. Yes.”I nodded and the doctor walked off, i ran into to see Harry lying with that same smug grin plastered on his face. The exact same one from when he proposed to me.
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“Harry?! Where are you taking me?!”
“Would you sh! It’s a surprise, we’re nearly there.”He covered my eyes the whole way there. It was our vacation in Paris and we were having a wonderful time.
“And, we’re here! Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Tada!”He lifted his hands slowly off my eyes to reveal a remarkable sight. A picnic in the beautiful sun right in front of the Eiffel tower.
“Harry! This is beautiful! Thank you!”
“That’s not all.”His face suddenly went serious, his hand lowered into his pocket and he began to crouch down on one knee. It took me a moment to realise what was going on and, my hands flew up to cover my mouth.
“W-Will you marry me?”
“YES!”I screamed, throwing myself at him. His strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist whilst mine, almost strangling him, were around his neck.
Then, as we pulled away from each other, that smug smile appeared across his face just before we kissed, passionately. Getting a few shouts from passers by.
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“Harry, don’t you dare do this.”
“I’m going soon babe. I know it’s hard to face but, it’s true. And, when i do want to be married to most beautiful and perfect women in the world. You.”Before i had time to say anything else, the vicar and doctor walked in.
“Hello. Are you both ready?”
I turned to face Harry nodding in time with him.
The service? Could it be called a service? Lasted for about ten minutes then, we were officially married.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
I lent forward into Harry kissing him softly on his lips, not letting go of his hand. Then, as the doctor and vicar left i sat down in the chair besides Harry.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Harry, more than anything.”We stayed silent for the rest of the night, as we both fell asleep.
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“Heaven doesn’t seem far away anymore.”
My eyes threw themselves open hearing those words leave Harry’s mouth but, it was all too late.
“Doctor! Nurse! Someone please help!”
His heart came to a complete stop, sending the annoying bell to ring every second. I squeezed Harry’s hand letting him know i was there.
“Harry! Come on! Harry, you can do this! Don’t leave me! HARRY!”
“I’m sorry there’s nothing we can do. Mrs. Styles, your husband is dead.”
I turned looking at Harry’s closed, yet somewhat still living eyes, with tears still streaming uncontrollably down my face. My legs suddenly failed beneath me and i fell to the ground and whispered.
“You are my heaven.”
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So, one of my bestest friends have been thinking about suicide and hurting herself&she won’t listen to me about stopping. I’m terrified that she’s going to actually do it. She thinks no one cares about her, especially her family. But i want to show her that people that don’t even know her on tumblr care. I’ve seen so many people tell their friend’s stories on here and gain so many reblogs&it actually gives the person confidence. So please reblog this to show that you care. I love her so much & I don’t know where I’d be in life w/o her. Shes the most beautiful girl ever, inside and out. All I ask is to simply reblog this to show you care. You are saving a life.
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This song makes me happy.
it reminds me of my best friend who a half year ago has died.. miss you hawa
