“Stop moving!” you giggled as you continued to flatiron a piece of Harry’s hair.
“But I don’t want to sit here!” he complained trying to tickle your sides.
“Stop it mister, I’m the one with the weapon here! Besides, you promised you’d let me finish,” you said pulling out your puppy dog eyes.
Harry softly puts his hands on your waist, his eyes a beautiful shade of green. You slowly put down the flat iron as he pulls you closer to him, your eyes never leaving his. Slowly, you make your way to his lips. He kisses you sweetly, slowly. You embrace every second of it.
“That was just a distraction,” you mumble against his lips, smiling.
“I love you,” he smiled, a part of his now straight hair falling in his eyes.
“I love you too, more than you could ever know,” you tell him, pushing the piece of hair out of his face.
He stands up, pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.
“I’ll see you later tonight for dinner, right love?” Harry asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you say back.
“Pinky promise?” he asked with a cheeky, little smile holding out his pinky. You take his pinky with yours, winking back. You watch him walk out your door to his car, going to his apartment to get ready.
You smile and laugh at how much you love him. He was your world and meant everything to you. You start to get ready for the dinner he invited you to.
You start to apply your make-up and put on your black lace dress. You put on your heels and wait for Harry to come pick you up for 6.
You continuously look at the clock that read 6:27. You start to get worried and a little upset that Harry hasn’t come yet.
You hear your phone ring and you see that the call was not from Harry but Louis.
“Louis? Where’s Harry?” you asked.
“He-He. I. We got. Please, you just need to come to the hospital. Now!” Louis said stuttering through his tears and his voice clearly breaking.
“What’s going on, Louis?” you scream, tears getting ready to fall.
“We got into a car accident. And. And Harry got the worst of it,” you hear Niall say instead of Louis. Niall’s voice full of emotion make you break down into tears.
“No! NO, this isn’t real!” you scream through the phone, throwing it to the ground watching it shatter to pieces. You grab your keys and run out to your car, driving as fast as you can to the hospital. You run up until you see the boys, huddling and crying together.
“Please, no,” you whisper when you see them.
“They said he didn’t feel it, that the impact was instant and left him brain dead,” Zayn whispered, crying.
“This can’t be true!” you yell breaking down on the ground in a mess. Liam pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair calmingly.
“This was for you,” Liam whispered, not meeting my eyes. He hands you a tiny box. You open it and there it reveals the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.
You cry even harder. Harry, the man you loved, the most beautiful, wonderful, kind-hearted man you feel in love with was supposed to propose to you tonight.
You manage to stand and walk to Harry’s room, you hear his heart monitor but you know your sweet, loving boyfriend wasn’t there.
You press a kiss to his forehead and whisper, “I love you, Hazza. Nothing will ever change that.”
You walk out of his room, now wearing the ring, and straight to the sidewalk
“I’ll be with you soon, baby.” was the last thing you thought before taking a step into the busy street.
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