I’m it to like a lot of people coz some times I want a super hot rich guy with a ego also I want a cute awkward dork nerd guy and I also want a hot buff guy with tattoos that likes yoga and shit plus I want a college party guy that likes to have fun and I want a I want smooth talking British guy with nice hair or a mysterious cool guy with the motorcycle.how cani chose just one
We should teach young boys to respect women, but we should also teach young girls to respect women. Women should not see each other as enemies, but as allies. Stop telling young girls that the best they can be is “not like other girls.”
so i was in the bus with this granny by my side when we spotted two girls kissing by the bus stop. the granny turned to me and said “these girls are so pretty. at their age i was pretty ugly. well, maybe that’s why i had to marry a man” i almost died omg
I stared at the grave stone, chocking on my sobs, I still hadn’t come to terms with Nialls sudden death, he was way to young to die, he was took away too soon by that horrible thing called cancer.
I looked down at the letter he had written me, still unopened, it had been left un opened for three weeks now. I just thought today was the day I should read it, his 20th birthday, I sat down comfortably by his grave letter in hand and started opening it.
I know that by time you are reading this I will be gone, I just wanted to say a few things, I had been battling cancer for around 6 months now, and we both knew that my time was coming to an end, so I decided to write this letter for you.
I know its going to be a tough few months for you to come to terms with my death, but just know that I am in a better place now, I am in no pain and I am now where I belong, up with the angles. Don’t mope around because of this for too long either, I know it will be difficult but I don’t want to be looking down on you, and you’re being all miserable, I want to look down on that happy and smiley girl that I fell in love with, also babe, don’t be afraid to fall in love again, you deserve someone who will be there for you all of the time, and someone to look after you.
Even though we was so young, I cant believe that we are having a baby, I want you to tell our bump all about me when he or she is here, and I am so happy I made it to the first ever scan, even though I am never going to see our baby I just know he will make me the happiest i will ever have been. I want you to always remember that Harry, Liam, Zayn and Louis will always be there for you too, and I want you to thank them on behalf of me for everything they have ever done. So I guess this is it then, always remember that just because I am not with you physically doesn’t mean I am not with you at all.
I love you with every single inch of my body
I looked down at my bump and put my hands on it
"daddy loves you" I whispered too it.
I got the courage to get up tears still running down my face, I grabbed the rose out of my bag and placed it on the grave. I ran my fingers down the gravestone one more time whilst whispering “I love you too, and I will never stop” I couldn’t control my sobs as I walked back to my car, realisation finally hitting me.
You’re lying in your hospital bed, the sheets cold and stiff against you. It’s just you in the room, the only sound coming from the machine monitoring your heart rate. Suddenly, you hear soft footsteps treading through the corridor leading to your room. Seconds later, Niall is standing at the doorway, his hand placed hesitantly on the frame.
“You awake?” he whispers, entering the room silently. You see in his eyes that he’s tired and worried.
You try sitting up, but the pain is too much. You slide back, getting into a comfortable position where the pain doesn’t feel as bad. “Yeah, of course. I couldn’t miss the chance of talking to you…” you trail off, your voice sounding weak and fragile.
“Come on, don’t waste your energy.” He says, sitting on the end of your bed.
“You’re worth it. Now come on, up here!” you manage to get out, moving over lightly and patting the space next to you, inviting Niall to get comfortable.
He smiles and crawls up to where your hand is now resting, and gets underneath the uncomfortable sheets with you. He kisses your head, where your hair is starting to grow back. “I missed you so so much.” He breathes, giving you goosebumps down your back.
“I missed you too.” You reply as he wraps his arms around you. You both lay there, Niall’s breath softly hitting your neck; the only sounds are the beeps of the machines and your hearts, beating together as one.
“So, how are the boys?” you ask, breaking the silence, wanting to talk as much as you can with your boyfriend.
“I don’t want to talk about them, I want to talk about you, okay?” he says to you, kissing your cheek. “How are you?”
“How do you think?” you counter his question weakly, but immediately regret it after you see his expression change from happiness to despair in less than a second. “Sorry, I’m not having the best day.” You cough. “Better now, though. How are you?”
You feel him smile against your cheek. “I’m good, wasn’t sure if I’d make it though.”
“Well I’m glad you did.” You whisper, closing your eyes.
A few minutes go past, when Niall breaks the silence. “What do you want to do?” he questions. You can hear the sadness in his voice.
“I’m fine just lying here, unless you want to do anything?” you shrug. After all, it’s late and you’re really tired.
“Nah I’m fine.” He answers, and you can tell he’s tired, too. You both lay there for a little while, until you notice that Niall has drifted off to sleep.
“Niall?” you whisper, making sure that he really is asleep. When he doesn’t reply, you allow yourself to think about what’s happening. “The cancer is winning” you say to yourself softly. Silent tears start to roll down your cheeks slowly as you remember all of your time spent with Niall.
You remember walking down that busy street on your first visit to London. Someone bumping into you, making you fall to the ground. Looking into his blue eyes for the first time and losing the ability to breathe.
You remember your first date at that cute little café on the corner, where you refused to drink the coffee and he laughed at you.
How his warm lips felt sweet against yours the first time he kissed you, out in the rain.
The first time you said “I love you” to each other.
The time he surprised you by flying to your home town in the middle of the tour. Him later taking you to be on tour with him.
Then you remember sitting in that doctor’s office, Niall clenching one hand and your mother holding the other. The doctor telling you that you have cancer, and there was a 50% chance that you were going to make it. Crying with Niall and the rest of the boys over the phone.
Designing your matching barcode tattoos with the date of your anniversary on them as you and Niall sat together in your hospital room one day. Him holding your hand while you got yours done and then you doing the same for him.
You remember the day he had to leave to go see the boys. Him leaving you at the airport after a tear-filled goodbye as he got on the plane flying back to London. His promise to be back soon.
Being re-admitted to hospital. The cancer getting worse. Starting to think that you’d never see Niall again.
The tears are flowing now, and you’re finding it hard to breathe without waking Niall up. You control the tears, but only just.
Niall starts to stir, and he realises that you’ve been crying immediately. “Calm down babe, calm down.” His Irish accent sounding as sweet as ever as he tries to sooth you.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You lie, but it’s not very convincing as your voice cracks on the last word.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, wiping the tears from your cheeks.
“I-” you choke. “I don’t want to go yet. I’m not ready.” You manage to get out before your eyes start to close, and you start to feel as if you’re slipping from his grasp.
“Don’t say that!” he says with a worried laugh. You can hear the pain in his voice, though, as he begs you not to leave him. You open your eyes one last time, and see the tears welling up in his eyes, dripping down his face.
“I love you.” You manage to get out with your final breath.
“I love you, too.” Niall sobs. “Please don’t go! I’m not ready for you to leave me!” he cries, the pain in his voice unbearable. But it’s too late. The cancer has won. You’re slipping away from him, faster now, and all you can hear is Niall pleading for you not to go. Then you hear nothing. Dead silence except for one, long, continuous beep. You let out a final breath, feel Niall hold you tightly in his arms one last time. And then nothing.
Credit to who ever made this. I wanted to post this one because it is one of my favorites.
My hands were clammy against the microphone. Usually I wasn’t at all nervous when I performed, not like this.
"You ready?" Harry gulped, hitting my shoulder gently. "I- I think so." "It’s alright Liam. Just two songs and we’ll go home." I nodded and walked to my position on the stage. We sang, but our hearts weren’t in it. I glanced and Zayn as he sang his solo but he wasn’t there mentally. None of us were. Our songs ended and I walked off the stage with the boys beside me. I grabbed my water bottle and took a huge sip from it, barely able to keep it down. "We did pretty shit didn’t we?" Niall sat down on the amp beside me. "Yeah, it’s not the same Nialler." "No. No it isn’t." He smacked my back gently and walked away, ducking into a room to his left. "We better head off." Louis called getting his stuff together, "We have an early start tomorrow." I nodded and complied, standing up and walking out to the cars that would take us home.
The ride was silent and we all knew why. We all felt incomplete and I looked at the other boys, sighing. The car pulled up in front of our apartments and I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked inside, collapsing onto my couch and rubbing my eyes tiredly. "You alright Liam? Something’s wrong." I glanced up to see Zayn’s worried expression. "It’s… nothing." Zayn simply shook his head and exited my lounge room, returning to his part of the complex. I checked my phone to see many missed messages, all from Danielle. Liam, how’d it go? Did you guys do okay? I typed back a positive response and fell back onto the comfortable pillows, closing my eyes and falling asleep in a matter of seconds.
Wearily, I awoke to a silence. Absolutely no noise to keep me sane. "Liam!" Harry called, "We gotta go soon!" I poked my head around my front door. "Harry? Can… can I talk to you?" He fixed his tie and nodded, “What’s wrong Liam?” I lead him over to my couch and gestured for him to sit down. "I saw him Harry." "Who?" "Niall." Harry shook his head as his breath hitched in his throat. "You can’t have se-" "I DID!" I sighed, "Right after last night’s concert." "He’s gone Liam! We’re going to his funeral!” Harry was crying, he didn’t even realise but tears poured from his eyes. "I don’t want to say goodbye! He’s my fucking best friend!" My voice cracked and I drew in a sharp breath, "Niall… my Niall is gone." "I know." Harry uttered, "My Niall is gone too." He stood up, wiping his eyes, “You better go get ready.” I nodded and dragged myself upstairs.
Our arms all fell over each other’s shoulders, looking at the grave in front of us. "To Niall." Louis started, "Our brother." "Our friend." I continued. "Our band mate." Zayn whispered. "We miss you." Harry croaked. And with that, their arms let go of me and I stood alone to stare at his grave. But then a pair of arms wrapped around me again, jolting me forwards a small distance. "Don’t leave me Liam!" The Irish accent that was all too familiar, "I don’t want to be here alone!" I shook my head and loosened his arms from around me and I turned to see his tear stained face. "Please…" He whispered, "Don’t leave me." "Goodbye Niall." I walked past him and took a few heavy steps forwards. When I turned back he was gone, "We’ll miss you baby Nandos."
Louis sighed as he stood behind Harry and fixed up his collar, patting his shoulder gently.
“Thanks…” The curly haired boy’s voice was barely a whisper as he turned around to face Louis, his eyes glistening.
“All right boys you ready to go on?” Liam asked, his voice soft, breaking the small silence.
“So this is really it?” Niall asked, tears threatening to make their way down his face.
“This is it…” Liam repeated, pulling him in to a hug, the other boys soon joining in, all hugging each other as a group, like they had done so many times before, only this time was different.
“Make this count boys,” Zayn’s voice was hushed as they all pulled away from each other, heading slowly towards the back of the stage and standing behind the wall, out of view of the croud.
Each one of the boys looked at each other, all sharing the same expression.
"Let’s do this…" a grin snuck its way on to Niall’s face.
They walked out in unison onto the brightly lit stage and instantly, the crowd of adoring fans cheered.
Waiting for them to settle, Liam took in a deep breath, “Before we play our last song, I’d like to say to you all that we have loved every minute of this, every single second of being a part of this, all of this,” He gazed around the crowd, a sad smile on his face.
“We love you all so much, thank you, thank you all for making this a journey we will never, ever forget,” Zayn stepped forward so he was standing next to Liam, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Definitely a story to tell the grand kids…" Niall smiled softly as he stepped up next to Harry.
The crowd fell silent as Louis stepped forward, putting an arm around Harry’s shoulder, “You have all helped us become what we are today, and I believe I speak for all the boys when I say that you have all helped us make our greatest dreams come true.”
Harry nodded, smiling at his best friend, “Thank you everyone, for filling us with memories we will never forget, you will always mean something to us…” His voice faded, and the stage went black, the projector behind them showed key moments in their careers, the x-factor auditions, the brit awards, getting, their first album to the top of the charts, playing at the olympics… each perfect, wonderful moment showing up in time on the screen, the only sounds from the crowd was the occasional sniff.
As the screen dimmed down, a bright light singley shone on each of the boys, and all was still.
“Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while…” Liam began, his eyes scanning the teary eyed crowd, “Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?”
Harry began, his voice cracking as he sung hardly any louder than a whisper, Louis wrapped his arm around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze as a small sob emerged his own body.
"Forever young, I wanna be forever young…" As the chorus begun, each of the boys took the oppertunity to walk over and hug another, knowing this would be the last chance any of them would ever get to be here, doing this.
"Do you really wanna live forever, forever, forever young…"
For the first time in One Direction history, no one screamed, no one cheered, no one threw posters in to the air. Everything was silent
The five boys looked in to the crowd of their adoring fans for the last time, kissing their finger-tips and held them out to the audience, smiling through their tears.
“My name is Liam Payne.”
“I’m Harry Styles.”
“Louis the tommo Tomlinson.” Louis smiled, wanting to make one last joke.
“And I’m Niall Horan.”
The boys all looked at each other, “And we were One Direction.”
Jude felt a sharp pain in her chest and her hand immediately flew up, grabbing hold of the fabric of her shirt softly. Hoping Liam didn’t notice, she quickly put her hand back down on the table, picking up her fork and continuing to eat.
Liam looked at her from across the dinner table.
“Are you okay?” He asked her, worriedly and with wide eyes.
“Yes, I’m fine Liam.” She said, her mouth full of food.
She could tell that Liam was not convinced, but he went back to eating and didn’t say another word.
* * *
Liam and Jude had been best friends for as long as anyone could remember. Jude was by his side when he went on his very first audition when they were fourteen years old, and was still by his side now, five years later. She didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.
Liam and Jude were completely, head over heels and without a doubt in love with each other. They always had been. But see the thing is, they would never admit it. Not to each other, not to anyone, and not even to themselves.
But everyone could see. Everyone could see the way he looked at her and the way she talked about him.
Jude was absolutely beautiful to Liam. Even when they were fourteen years old, he thought she was beautiful.
She was tall, with long toned legs. She had a thick body, but was very toned. She had sun-kissed skin year round. Her hair was long, past her chest. It was brown with caramel highlights throughout it. Usually it got lighter in the summer. She was very natural. She wore a small amount of makeup, and still managed to look great. That’s what Liam liked about her.
He loved how she got along with the rest of the boys, and also the fans.
The fans loved her, and for the most part they all wanted “Jiam” to happen. But every time it was brought up, her cheeks would get red and she would shy away.
Neither of them understood how much the other cared for them.
* * *
“Jude, you are going to need a heart transplant in order to survive.” The doctor said, gently touching Jude’s leg. She had been her doctor since Jude was a baby and she had definitely seen her many times in her 18 years of life.
Jude nodded her head acceptingly. She had always known that this would happen. She had always known that one day it would come to this, but she didn’t think it would be so soon. She hadn’t even turned 19 yet.
“How much longer do I have?” Jude said, looking up at the doctor. She couldn’t help the tears from slowly falling on her cheeks.
The doctor took a deep breath, trying to avoid Jude’s eyes.
“Not long.” You could see the sad written on her face. And it wasn’t just the typical sad face of a doctor that had to be sad, it was genuine sadness.
Jude nodded her head and smiled sadly. “Thank you. For everything.”
“Don’t talk like that just yet, Jude. We’re going to find you a donor. It will be tough, but we will do it. We aren’t giving up that quickly.”
* * *
Jude bit her lip, knocking softly on Liam’s hotel room. He had given her a key to it, even though her room was next door. But for some reason, she felt that knocking was necessary.
She fiddled nervously with her thumbs, and for a moment she almost turned around. But the door opened, and the familiar smile appeared on Liam’s face.
“Jude!” He said, pulling her into a hug. When she was in his arms, it felt that everything would be…alright. She didn’t think about her heart stopping, and she didn’t think about what the next few months or even weeks had in store for her.
Liam went to pull away, but Jude found that she could not let go. Tears began to form in her eyes, dropping like golf balls and staining the white shirt he wore.
“Jude? What’s wrong?” He asked, pulling away slightly and looking into her eyes.
“Liam, I need to talk to you about something.” She said, her lip quivering.
“What is it?” He said, worried now. Jude hardly ever cried. She was strong.
She took a deep breath and sniffled, wiping her eyes.
“I know we are a few hours from home, but could we drive there? I just..I really need you right now.”
Without answering, Liam grabbed his keys from the nightstand next to his bed, and without telling anyone the two were out of the hotel and on their way back to Wolverhampton.
* * *
The ride back was silent, for the most part. The sky was a dark shade of grey, and thick summer clouds covered most of it.
“We’re here.” Liam said, pulling into the driveway of his house. The light was on inside and his mothers silhouette at the kitchen table was visible. Jude looked at the house next door, her father’s car in the driveway. She hadn’t been home in a few months, and she felt regret for not spending more time with her family.
“Where do you want to go?” Liam asked her, speaking softly as if she were to break if he spoke any louder.
“I think you know where.” Jude said, looking at him. And he did know. He knew exactly where.
The two got out of the car and made their way through the space between both of their houses. The passed their backyards and went through the opening in the woods. The opening was not originally there, but they had went through it so much that it sort of created itself.
The tree house, that’s where they were going. It was nothing special. It was hardly even a tree house. It was a piece of thick ply-wood that Liam’s father had put there for them when they were younger. But the memories it held was what made it special. The tree that it was on stuck out among the others, and you could see the entire night sky from it.
“What did you need to tell me?” Liam asked once they had got up their, both of their backs leaned up against the trees trunk. Though Jude was looking out at the sky, she could tell that Liam was looking at her.
“Promise you won’t hate me for not telling you.” She said, barely audible and still not looking at him.
“I could never hate you.” He said, just as soft.
She took a deep breath and finally allowed herself to look at him.
“I’m dieing, Li.”
His face dropped. His breathing deepened. A nervous breath came from his mouth.
“Wha..what do you mean your ‘dieing’?” He said, emphasis on the last word.
“I mean that my heart is failing. I need a transplant, and I only have a few weeks to find a donor. It’s nearly impossible to find one that quickly.” She was oddly calm. Calmer than she thought she should be.
“What? Jude, what are you talking about? Don’t joke around like that!” He said, his tone rising slightly. She could see the veins in his neck, something that only happened when he was extremely upset.
“This is so sudden though, why now!” He said, sitting up straighter and looking at her. His back was to the moon now.
“It’s actually not Li. My heart has been really bad since I was born. It began failing last year. We thought I would have longer, but I guess I just don’t.” She said, shrugging slightly.
“I just don’t understand.” Liam said. He was crying now, and Jude could tell that his face was hot. He began sobbing. Jude hadn’t seen him cry like this since his grandmother past away when they were in the eighth grade.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said, looking up at her.
“I just couldn’t..” Jude said, moving closer to him. “It started getting really bad when you started getting big. You were famous now. My best friend who I was so proud of was famous! And I knew that if I told you…it would drag you down. I didn’t want that for you. I didn’t want to be a burden.” She said, holding his hand in hers. It was much larger.
“Why would you ever think that you would be a burden to me? Jude, you mean so much to me. You mean so much more to me than any of this ever could.” Jude knew that he was talking about the fame and stardom.
“How long?” He said so softly she could barely make out the words. She shook her head.
“I don’t know. Could be a year, a month. Who knows.” She could feel his breathing begin to steady.
“And all you need is a donor?” He said, looking up at her.
“Yup.” She said, resting her head against his. “Let’s just enjoy this night together.”
* * *
It was a week later when Jude got the call. She was lying down on her couch at her house. She decided to stay there for a while, spend some time with her family. She had no idea how much longer she had to live.
Her phone rang and she recognized the number immediately.
“Dr. McCarthy, Hi.” She said, her heart beating somewhat fast. “What is it?” Her doctor only ever called if she had good news or bad news.
“We did it Jude. We got a donor!” Jude stood up immediately, jumping up and down. She stopped though, forgetting that she had to take it easy.
“Are you serious?” Tears came to her eyes and she squealed, running into her mother’s arms who stood in the kitchen. She didn’t have to say anything in order for her mother to know.
“I need to go tell Liam.” She said, handing the phone to her mother and grabbing her keys, running out the door.
* * *
She drove the four hour ride up to where Liam and the boys were staying still. Though she was driving pretty fast, it felt that she was driving a mile per hour.
When she got to the hotel she ran up to his door, pulling the key he had given her out of her pocket and opening the door.
“Liam? Li?” She said excitedly, looking for him. She found him packing up his stuff and she ran into his arms.
“They found one Li! They found one, I’m going to be okay!” She said, her chest heaving up and down against his.
“Jude. I am so, so happy.” He said, relief coming out of him in the form of a sigh. “I am so happy.” He said, kissing the top of her head.
* * *
“I’m nervous.” Jude said. Liam held her hand as she lay in the hospital bed.
“Don’t be. Everything will work out perfectly.” She nodded, squeezing his hand.
“I love you Jude, alright? Don’t ever forget that.” Jude was surprised to see his chin quivering, and he swallowed hard trying to stop himself from crying.
“Li, why are you crying?”
“I just love you. That’s all.” He said, pulling up one corner of his mouth into a smile. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“I have to go now.” Liam said, breathing heavily. “I’ll see you, soon Jude.”
And with that, he was out of her room and out of sight.
* * *
Jude woke up in the same hospital bed. Her head hurt, but for the first time in a long time….she felt good.
Her mother sat in the chair next to her.
“Hi mum.” She said softly. Her mother smiled at her, kissing her cheek.
“Where’s Liam?” It was the first thing that Jude asked. It was the first thing she really cared about.
Her mother looked at her and pulled something out of her purse.
“I need you to read this, okay?” She said, handing her the envelope. Jude looked at her strangely before her mother left the room, leaving Jude alone.
Jude looked at the front of the envelope, recognizing the handwriting immediately.
Hello love. How are you doing? How are you feeling? If you are reading this now, I assume you have just gotten out of surgery.
There are a few things I need to tell you.
I know you know that I love you, but I want you to know that I am in love with you. I have been since we were thirteen years old.
You are the most beautiful and sweetest girl I have ever met.
There is something about you that makes me go crazy. I can’t even describe it.
But we are going to have to be apart for a little while, okay? I need you to be safe without me. I need you to live your life like you should. Because if either of us were to deserve to live our lives, it would be you.
This is hard to say, but I want you to fall in love someday. Find a nice man and settle down with him. Have children and watch your children have children.
I’ll be watching too.
There is one thing I ask of you though. Please don’t ever forget me. Please just keep our memories forever. Cherish them, and never let go of them.
I cannot wait to watch you grow old. It is what I have wanted since I was seven years old, was to watch you grow.
And although I always wanted to grow old with you, watching you grow old from the sidelines will have to do.
Just know this; you will always have a piece of me inside of you.
I will be inside your heart, until your heart stops beating.
Someday we will be together again.
But that day will just have to wait a little while longer.
I slid into a red and white checkered booth, soaking up the general atmosphere. I cracked a small, weary smile. Everyone seemed so happy, so joyful, munching happily on their fries as the new lovers teased each other or the older couples played peek-a-boo with their infants. Glancing back down at my tough, army pants, my smile faded. I sighed and bit my lip. It was still two hours until the bus came to pick me and my regiment up and deploy us to Iraq.
“Can I take your order?”
I shifted my eyes quickly up to the pretty little girl that stood over me. Her thick, curly brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a light blue ribbon. I caught my breath and offered a gentle smile.
“I’ll just have a soda,” I told her politely and she nodded, jotting it down swiftly on the pad she held in her hand. She glimpsed up at me nervously and then back at what she had written down. I raised an eyebrow and she just shook her head, one side of her mouth quirking up into a sad smile.
“I was just wondering…,” She trailed off, her eyes on my uniform.
“Oh,” I answered dumbly. “Yeah.”
She smiled weakly and nodded again, regretfully turning on her heel as began to walk away. I suddenly couldn’t help myself.
“Um, wait!” I called after her, standing up roughly, stumbling over. She whirled around, her eyes wide with surprise. “Would you-,” I scratched my head nervously. “Would you like to maybe sit down and talk for a bit?”
She bit her lip to hold back an excited smile and took a step backwards. “I’m kind of busy right now.” My heart sank. “But I’m off in an hour and I know somewhere we can go.”
“So you’re eighteen?”
“Yup,” I answered, cracking her a smile. “Starting from about two days ago.”
“Oh!” She looked staggered. “Well, happy belated birthday! I wish I had a present to give you.” She really did sound like she regretted it. I gave her a soft chuckle, and glanced shyly up at her wide smile.
“My dad left my mom when I was just a kid. We’re kind of desperate for money, and this is the best I can do right now.”
I and the girl from the café sat alone on the pier just a few minutes outside of town. She had changed out of her work uniform and into a cute little polka dot skirt and fifties styled blouse, her hair still tied up loosely in the ribbon. She let her pale legs swish around in the clear blue water and I watched as the ripples it made danced over the water.
“My dad was in the army when I was little,” She murmured quietly, I looked back up at her in surprise.
“Really?” I questioned. She seemed like she had had such a happy, quiet life.
“Yeah.” A small smile wavered on her lips. “But for only about a year. All I remember is my mom being so worried almost all the time.”
A long silence stretched out between us and she stared out at the endless waters, her blue eyes glazed over. I snatched the opportunity and admired how beautiful she actually was. She didn’t wear much makeup like most girls tended to wear these days, but she didn’t really need it. She had fair skin and a soft pink blush lightened up her cheeks. A soft breeze abruptly swept across the dock and stirred her stray hairs around her petite face.
Suddenly, she turned to me and caught me staring. I caught my breath. A strange look came over her face and her body seemed to release a giant breath of air.
I suddenly spoke. “I’m sorry if this seems abrupt but,” I stopped, licking my lips to prolong the moment we held between us. “I don’t really have anyone to write to while I’m away. And I bet you have a boyfriend, but it’s not really like that. I kind of just need someone to talk to.”
Her face remained unchanged, but she extended one of her hands out and gently brushed a curl from my eyes.
“I’d love too,” She promised. I stifled the urge to kiss her right there and then and offered her a crooked smile.
I took her small hand in mine and cradled it against my face before standing up with a sigh, pulling her up with my hand. She stood, brushing off the nonexistent dirt from her skirt.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I even got the chance to catch your name,” She told me, realization striking on her face. “Mine’s Allie.”
I grinned. “It’s Harry. Harry Styles.”
I’ve been doing lovely, and I’m glad you’re holding up yourself. It gets tough out here sometimes but I always find a way to think of you, of home. That day on the pier was something magical and I can’t wait to meet you there again one day. When I’m afraid or cold I always go back to the warmth of the sunshine, your curly hair blowing in the wind, and the feel of your cool hand on my cheek. I won’t be able to write for a while but don’t listen to what everyone else is telling you, love. I’ll be home soon. And we can be together, just like I promised.
With love, your dearest Harry
I swallowed back my tears with a hard gulp and took a deep breath, drinking in the hurriedly scrambled words on the page. With one last glance, I folded it up and slid it into the little brown box I kept under my bed, filled with all the letters Harry had written me over the past eight months. I had been accused of losing my mind, of being young and reckless, but Harry and I had fallen for each other. We didn’t need any more than that day on the pier. I loved Harry and it wasn’t foolish of me to do so. He’d come back just like he promised and we could be together.
“Allie!” I heard my mom’s muffled voice call from downstairs. “You’re going to be late for the football game!”
“Coming!” I called back, kissing the old wooden box before pushing it back under my bed.
The crowd roared and came to life with a breath of excitement, screaming and jumping, making the old metal bleachers rock. I uncomfortably scratched my shoulder, irritated by my thick, hot band outfit. I held my piccolo in ready position and squinted my eyes to see the over lit football field in the hot stadium lights. My principle then walked out onto the field and the crowd grew quiet with anticipation. I licked my lips impatiently.
After the Lord’s Prayer was said, I prepared myself to play the familiar anthem, when suddenly the principle grabbed ahold of the mike again to interrupt.
“I’m sorry folks, but just let me have one more minute,” His voice boomed. I heard a few around me grown loudly and shift with irritation. “I’d like you all to bow your heads in a list of local troops who have recently lost their lives to battle.”
I heard someone curse quietly behind me and I rolled my eyes, dropping my hands to my side again and closing my eyes, sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. A heavy silence hung over the auditorium and I swallowed hard.
“Luke Woodrow,” His voice began in monotone. I held my breath. “Jake Taylor, Nick Johnson, Weston Crews…” He slowly and painfully read of the names, time ticking by in an endless array. About twenty names were read that night, and I wondered if any of them were Harry’s friends. I made a mental note to write him about it later. My mind began to wonder but my attention was caught quickly by two words that would completely change me forever. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my knees go weak as I fell to the ground.