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Bree Tyler
My sleep had been interrupted as I heard something click. I was a light sleeper, and I definitely heard something cock back.
My eyes shot open, and my heart began to thump loudly in my chest at the sound. What the fuck was that? Chip growled lowly, only adding a sense of uneasiness on my nerves.
"Harry.." I whimpered under my breath, lightly shaking his arm in fear. I didn't like feeling as if I needed to rely on him, but I felt as if something was seriously wrong.
He didn't wake up, I could still hear him breathing slightly. Which only made me in more fear and desperation, fuck Harry please wake up.
"Harry," I said a little louder in his ear so only he could hear, but nope.. he still slept like a sleepy baby.
I brought my hand down by his leg, and pulled one of his leg hairs. Making him slightly wince and his eyes opened turning into slits. Yes!
"Harry... I heard something," I whispered to him; he was just waking up so he was probably confused at his surroundings and what was going on. I was, too.
"What are you going on about?" He softly groaned as his body was readjusting to the awaken stage.
"I think someone is here." I breathed out trying not to panic. "In the house."
"No, no one is here." He said back, "just go back to sleep, and you'll be fine."
"Harry no. Please check if someone is here." I pleaded him, he has to believe me.
"Bree-"
"Harry!" I whisper shouted.
"Okay," he surrendered. Getting up and out from under the covers, the minute his body was slightly off of the bed he winced as I heard something snap.
"What the hell was that?!" I asked, as my eyes lowered down to the carpet.
"A fucking stupid fucking mother fucking mouse trap!" He whispered shouted many profanities. He pried the mouse trap off of his foot, throwing it behind him. I slightly chuckled under my breath at how dramatic he was being. But to be fair, I would've reacted the same way.
"I told you someone is here, someone must have set this up.." I stroked my chin at whatever faithful mystery this was.
"Yes, but who?" Harry asked, making me shrug. I didn't know who it was either.
"You stay right on this fucking bed, I'll go check to see if someone is lurking throughout the house." He demanded. "I swear on my life if you move Bree I'll-"
"Harry, I think they're in here. I heard something in here, it was close to my ear." I argued. "I can't stay in here, I'm the perfect target."
"Come with me then." He whispered, picking me up under my bottom and pinning me to his hips. "I can't have you stepping on any mouse traps, either." He smirked, kissing my cheek and along my neck before creeping out of the bedroom, watching for any other booby traps the intruder had set up.
"Wait, what about Chip?" I remembered that we had our dog sleeping in there, running halfway through the doorframe but Harry stopped me by grabbing my wrist.
"He's okay, Bree." Harry reassured, but I didn't believe him at all.
"How do you know that?"
"I know. Trust me, please." He grabbed my hands and I groaned. I needed Chip to stay safe, I'd risk my life just to save our dog.
"Fine.." I whispered since Harry wouldn't let me go back inside our room anyway. I couldn't win this argument with him.
He set me down in the hallway once we saw the windows open, we usually never leave them open for more than an hour...
"We closed these last night." Harry observed, looking at the window, the dark black drapes were to the side and the window was open letting all the cold New York air in the house.
"Yeah," I observed with him.
"Someone is definitely here, good listening sweet pea." He complimented, if I had never woken him up, who knows what danger we'd be in right now.
"I try." I smirked, crossing my arms over each other.
"Fuck you're so pretty." Harry bit his lip lightly at me, making my cheeks turn a darker shade of red. I noticed how his eyes got darker and filled with lust the more he looked at me.
"Not now pretty boy," I put my finger on his chest. "We still got to figure out who this intruder is." I smiled up at him, making him shake his head slightly.
He grabbed my pointer finger that was fingering his chest, and balled it into my hands turning it into a lazy fist. He brought his lips up to my fist, kissing the top of my hand.
"Harry!" I whisper shouted. "No time for kisses." I chuckled under my breath in disbelief.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes.
I felt much safer with him being awake rather than just me. I could be in a lot of danger right now if he hadn't woken up or if I hadn't heard a strange noise in the room. Luckily, I'm a light sleeper and Harry hates getting his leg hair pulled.
We made our way to the kitchen, and that's when I saw it. Harry had saw it, too. He wasn't as worried as I was.
There were sharpened knives making a big circle on the island counter. They all pointed towards the big letters. Inside the circle of knives, little bullets lined up to create the word...
It's time.
I clutched Harry's arm close to me, he patted my head, running his fingers through my hair, and shushed me so I wouldn't make any noise.
"I'll find out who is here, because know I know for sure someone is definitely here." He whispered lowly, as he went over to the kitchen cabinets. I didn't question Harry and what he was doing. I never question Harry, because I know I'll never get the answer I want to hear.
He pulled out a spare black switchblade and a Scream character mask. He sighed deeply, shakily putting the mask over his head.
I thought he threw them all out in the fire pit?
This time, asking questions was necessary.
"Harry, why are you wearing that mask?" I asked, he hated Scream. There is so much trauma he has behind that horror movie and anything that associates with it. "You burned them all."
"I'm wearing it because the way it sccared me, will turn to rage." Is all he responded with, before he popped up the spare switchblade, the clean and sharp blade gleaned against the dim kitchen lighting. "And I lied, I still kept only one of the Scream masks, but the rest are disintegrated in ashes I swear to you."
"Stay here." He demanded after I haven't responded to his previous statement, as I felt my world caving in around me. I was scared now knowing he was leaving my side to go find this psychotic intruder.
"Harry wait-" I halted him before he could leave me all alone in the kitchen to fend myself.
"Yeah?" He asked, as I squeezed his bicep and pulled him closer to me.
"Be safe, I love you." I said, I couldn't kiss him because of the mask covering his face.
"I always am. I love you." He muttered back as I let go of his arm. He blew me a soft kiss, and then went running up the stairs.
I didn't know what to do, there wasn't much that I could do. I maybe could just sit here and wait for Harry to be done handling the intruder, but what use would that be? I need to help, this is my house, too. And, I need to protect my house just as much as Harry needs too.
I walked over to the kitchen, making sure to not touch any of the knives on the island counter, I can use fingerprints later on to see who touched them if we don't end up catching the intruder.
I don't know why someone would intrude our home. We didn't do anything, so why us? I mean, a lot of people have grudges towards us, maybe it's one of those people.
But who?
I'm just praying Harry is safe.
"Bree," I heard a voice that wasn't Harry's call my name. I think I had just caught the intruder after all.
I turned around, seeing the man who haunted my nightmares, the man who put me through so much torture, the man me and Harry hated with all of our being, the man named Leo.
He looked at me in a sick way, I wanted to vomit at the mere sight of him. He has always made me feel uneasy.
"Harry!" I screamed almost choking on one of my lungs at the scream that ripped through my entire body and all throughout the house. Leo's face looked stunned as I did so, he wasn't expecting it by the way he clenched his teeth together at the painful shout that erupted through my throat and could be heard throughout the entire house.
Good, I hope I hurt your ears you little prick.
"What is it pretty lady?" I heard Harry ask rushed, I looked at him hovering over the railing, his Scream mask had been off of his face now since he failed at catching the intruder. He flicked his eyes towards me and I flicked my eyes towards Leo. The minute Harry saw his brother standing there, his lips crept up in a smirk of no good trouble.
"Leo.." Harry muttered through his clenched teeth.
Leo suddenly looked fazed, his eyes opened wide the minute his name left Harry's mouth.
"You just keep coming back for more.." I tutted with a fake pout of sympathy, "it's a shame you didn't win the first time."
"Or the second," Harry chimed in, I never knew that Leo came back for us a second time? Maybe he just came for Harry alone on the second round.
"Now we're going for a round 3?" I smirked ever so slightly, maybe I was letting my confidence get ahead of me. I didn't have any weapons on me at hand, but the weapon I did have was a man who loved me to death and who also happened to be the leader of the mafia. I think I was going to be protected just fine.
"You'll regret this." Leo muttered through his tightly clenched jaw.
"You broke into our home." Harry shouted, sitting on the stair railing and sliding down around it in a sarcastic spin. I chuckled slightly under my breath, it's so funny when he does that.
"I've got others with me, you know?" Leo said, as if he was trying to scare us and make our feet quake in our boots.
"Mhm." Harry hummed, "sure you do little bro."
"I do." Leo stomped his foot, snapping his fingers like it was a certain cue. Perhaps it was, because the minute he snapped his fingers, I felt a sharp jab in my back. I didn't know what the sharpness was, maybe a knife or a metal pole. But I could see the thing that stabbed me through my stomach, I stumbled a little bit and fell back into the wall.
"Told you." Leo said, and although my vision was blurry from the pain and blood pouring out of me. There was a man who was about the same height as me, he looked familiar. I recognized him, he looked like...
"N-Niall?!"
Niall.
"Niall?!" Harry shouted, making the blonde Irish man smirk at me and then back to Harry. I couldn't believe him, why would he do this to me? To us?!
The adrenaline of seeing him pumped through my veins, I wanted to uppercut him in the face right then and there. But at the moment, my body seemed a little unresponsive.
I thought Niall was our friend.
Leo wasn't lying when he said he had backup, he was underestimated. But, me and Harry are strong than all three of them together, right?
And then Samuel, Harry's father, came out behind Niall, what was this a nutcracker performance?
"Bree!" I heard Harry shout, his green eyes seemed dark and filled with anger at his psychotic father and Niall who had betrayed us. I sighed as my head fell back, the pain hurt and was uncomfortable, I didn't cry. I couldn't cry, I needed to be strong, strong for myself.
"Why is N-Niall here?" I whimpered, I didn't want to believe he would do this to us.
"I don't know sweet pea." He swallowed, getting down on his knees. "But know I hate that little prick." He shook his head in anger, "you're okay right?" He asked, and rubbed his thumb lightly under my shirt and kissing my stomach with his soft lips in comfort.
"I'm okay," I reassured. "kill Samuel and Leo, Harry. We can finally be happy and not have to worry about anything ever again." I smiled lightly at the thought, that would be amazing.
"How are you smiling right now? You just got stabbed in the stomach, you should be crying and in pain?" Harry wasn't encouraging me to be sad, he was rather confused as to why I wasn't.
Allow me to explain, Harry.
"Because, whatever is happening right now will be over soon. I'd rather focus on our future together, okay? It'll be happy, we'll be happy. Now go, kill Samuel and Leo. Kill your father and brother, then we win." I stroked his cheek, he nodded and pecked my lips for a few seconds to savor the moment.
I didn't want him to kill Niall, he could've been forced into this. Niall is my best friend, and I want him to explain why he did this before he's shot dead.
"Okay love birds, shows over." Niall slow clapped, although we never asked for his fucking input.
"I love you." Me and Harry both softly whispered to each other at the same time.
Harry grunted as he looked at Niall. I just was in shock that it was him doing this to us. I couldn't bare to stand up any longer. I slid down the wall and softly laid down on the ground at the pain coursing through me. My body was burning up and I felt like I was about to pass out, I can't close my eyes. I'll make it, I need to be strong. I'm not going to die knowing unexpected Niall and Samuel won to us, that's now how it's going to fucking end for me.
Who even knew that Niall was going against us this whole time? Or maybe this was a recent change in emotion?
This was round 3, no different from round 1 and round 2, the only difference was Samuel and Leo were both fighting us together on this.
And, Niall was also in on it this time.
I observed with blurry vision, fuck this knife was starting to actually hurt. Leo did a right right uppercut on Harry; Harry dodged it. I guess all the boxing a punching bag paid off in the long run, I lowly chuckled at the thought, but could barely get it out without having a fit of coughs and wheezes attack my throat.
Samuel swung at Harry, he didn't dodge it this time. Maybe Harry was still scared of his father, but right now he had to push through it if he wanted to win. Harry gritted his teeth, his father was wearing brass knuckles when he punched Harry in the temple. Harry immediately got a bloody gash in his head, but that didn't stop him from fighting.
I lightly picked myself up with my left arm, and tried to slowly tug the blade out. But that only caused more blood to spill out, resulting in a bloody mess on the tile floor. I dropped the blade on the floor next to me. It was covered in crimson and flesh. My blood gushed out of the wound only making me collapse on the ground. I was utterly helpless, when would this pain end? Does it ever even end? Because right now this felt like an everlasting pain that I wouldn't be able to get rid of.
Please make it end.
I stuck my tongue between my teeth in frustration, as I watched the four fight. It was 1 against 3, which worried me slightly. But Harry is so strong, he can do this.
All that I could see was right hooks, left hooks, uppercuts, kicks, and each and everyone got hit. It was all hitting, until Niall pulled out a gun. His hands were steady around the barrel, he cocked it back.
That must've been what I had heard, he was trying to kill us in our sleep. But in case we woke up, which we did, he set up booby traps to distract us and slow us down. The windows were open because that's how Niall and all the other intruders broke in our home.
I was finally starting to piece all of the missing pieces of the puzzle together.
"I've been waiting to do this for a while now, Harry." Niall chuckled lowly, he truly was a monster if he wanted to do that to his own friend. I gasped in fear, I really hope Harry would get to him first.
Harry didn't reply, he just stood there with his fists clenched by his sides. Harry went in for the punch, but it was too late.
The gun cocked back, and the trigger was pulled. He couldn't dodge this one, it was all happening too fast. The piercing noise when the bullet fired hurt my ears so badly as my heart started to pound quicker by the second.
"Harry!" I shouted, as the bullet fired right next to his heart. The loud bang of a gun went off, as Harry collapsed down next to me onto the floor. Blood poured out of his chest and fell onto the grout, I weeped a yelp. His shirt was covered in the sticky red substance, making tears want to protrude there way out of my glossed eyes. I couldn't show signs of weakness, I had to be strong.
His eyes were open, he was okay right now, for now.
Leo, Samuel, and Niall looked down on both of us and started chuckling fits of laughter.
"Better luck next time." Niall sinisterly muttered, and I dug my nails into my fists.
"If I can't have you Bree, then no one can." Niall gritted through his teeth, roughly kicking Harry in the ribcage and making him wheeze, then kicking me in the shin making me gasp at the pain of my bone lightly cracking but not enough to be broken, perhaps fractured. Samuel and Leo went running out of our house like cowards while Niall stayed crouched in front of us by our sides. I can't believe they had done this. This was too far.
"W-Whatever do you mean Ni?" I choked out, and followed a light chuckle from his mouth. I hated him, but he had still been my friend for months, now I just feel used and betrayed. I looked at my poor Harry, he was okay for now. But he looked pissed.
"I love you, Bree." Niall confessed his true feelings for me, and I gasped in shock and disappointment this time. "I'm killing Harry, for you my sweetheart. Let's be together.. forever." He sickly smirked, making me shake my head from side to side.
"No." I firmly stated, "I love Harry. He's my true love, not you, you sick bastard!" I clenched my fists tightly together as blood spilled out from my mouth the more I yelled .
"Then you'll have no one." Niall whispered in my ear, "he's going to die one way or another. Face the facts, babe." I cringed at the seductive nickname I hated. Always hated the term 'babe.' And now, I hate it even more.
"Harry's more of a man than you'll ever be." I shook my head as tears filled my eyes, "I thought I could t-trust you Niall."
"You don't love me, and you should, I'm amazing to you." Niall said, making me softly shake my head to the side.
"Why'd I have to save your life, when you're the one ending mine?" I whispered to him as I thought back to the day at the pool when Harry was drowning him and I saved Niall with CPR.
I should've let Harry kill the sick fucker after all.
"Don't put yourself before others, they'll only die again someday." Niall smoothly whispered in my ear, trailing a knife down my cheek making me whimper. "So why would you save them in the moment?" He referred to himself, that day I saved him when Harry drowned him.
Why'd I have to be so stupid and save Niall?
"You were my only friend, and you betrayed me!" Harry shouted at Niall, making the bleach blonde chuckle under his breath.
"You don't have friends Harry. No one will ever love you besides this girl." He pointed at me and my body that was bloody and slipping away.
"And everyone loves me." I whimpered under my breath, it wasn't a good thing. The anonymous letter we found at the high school, Niall loves me, and the only person I want to love me is Harry. Why can't Harry be the only person who loves me?
And I laid there on our kitchen floor. Shriveled up and feeling helpless as someone who I once considered a best friend, taunted me and Harry on how lonely and worthless he was, and how I'm stupid and making a big mistake. I felt ridiculed, as my heart just broke into pieces.
"Well, goodbye babe. You just missed out on a whole hunk of an Irish." He winked trying to make a flirtatious manner to see if I'd change my mind, leaving the house in a hurry with a ripple of his fingers, making me weep. I just wish that he never did this to us. He isn't my best friend after all, just a fucking liar.
The irony, right?
Harry Styles
He doesn't know anything about her. How could he love her so much that he killed me? I mean, I'd kill everyone on this planet including myself for Bree. But, why would he? I guess I understand, Bree's the showstopper and anyone would die for her. But he doesn't know anything about her, nothing about her like I do. He doesn't know that she hates wearing shorts to bed, he doesn't know that her favorite color is red, he doesn't know that summer is her favorite season, he doesn't know that New Years is her favorite holiday, he doesn't know that her favorite drink is vodka, he doesn't know that she sometimes talks in her sleep, he doesn't know her dreams, he doesn't know that she loves to dance, he doesn't know how passionate our love was.
Fuck you, Niall.
Bree Tyler
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Harry's lips were all cut open, the piercings had been torn out from the forceful hit of Samuel's brass knuckles. Harry started to choke on the blood as his eyes turned to slits. He was so tired and beaten down from the fight we had both lost.
"Harry.." I choked on my own blood pouring out of my mouth. It was hard to talk without having blood rise up.
"Yes m'lady?" He groaned in pain, as I turned my head to look at him, he looked at me.
"They won, d-didn't they?" I asked in a reassuring defeat, coughing up more blood the more I talked. I hated the taste of rust that coated my chapped lips, I probably looked like a maniac with blood pouring out of my mouth and onto my clothes.
"Ye-yeah," Harry sputtered, spitting blood onto the tile floor, "they won."
"I can't believe this." I shakily sighed.
"It was our love that did this to us, pretty lady." He choked, grabbing my hand in his own and squeezing my hand harder.
"No." I whimpered and shook my head to the best of my abilities, because I didn't want to believe that our passion would do such a thing to us.
I grabbed his hand, as both of our blood mixed together. I looked up at the dim lighting of the kitchen ceiling. I felt the world caving in on me, but it couldn't close in on me just yet.
"Why us?" I stammered, "we don't deserve this."
"You don't, I do." He whispered, choking on his own blood.
"Don't say that, baby." I shook my head as much as I could. My back was starting to hurt from having to arch it up. My skin was tearing the more I laid down. I couldn't do this much longer. I gave up, resting my back on the cold tile that had already been damped in blood, might as well add some more.
"We just need to hold on." I squeezed his hand harder like I'd never let go, I wouldn't ever let go.
"Hold on..." he repeated, I think I was loosing him by the second.
And now I know what that nausea feeling in my stomach was all along. The bad feeling I had felt for a long time that caused me to lose sleep.
This is what the bad feeling had been, I was warned and didn't take any of the hints thrown out at me.
Now, we're dying.
My fake pregnancy was a distraction that led up to this moment. They knew that I'd be too distracted with the thought of being pregnant that me nor Harry wouldn't expect them. I knew it was all a lie, and they used the thing that haunted me most.
My infertility.
They used that as a way to get under my skin, and eat me alive. I've never felt more hurt and used, damaged and torn.
"Harry, stay awake. Don't close your eyes even if it's for a second." I kept trying to sweet talk, but the taste of my own blood was becoming too much as I tried to breathe, we couldn't breathe.
We were drowning in what our hearts pumped, we were dying in it. We were drowning in our blood, and there was no escape from it.
Unlike water, if you're drowning in water you can get pulled out of it and be saved with CPR or a miracle if you're lucky. As for blood, there was really no saving unless you just counted your blessings.
I just hope we would get a miracle.
"And if I die, I'm glad it's with you." I shakily whispered.
"I'm glad it's with you." He whispered back. I think he's okay for now, but I couldn't keep doing all the talking, it hurts.
"I finally found a reason to live.. and now I'm dying, just like how I wanted to in the beginning." Harry sobbed out, making my heart break in two.
"What was your reason to live, Harry?" I asked, as my hand squeezed his harder for comfort. And I didn't know if the action comforted him or me more.
"You." He couldn't even turn his head to face me, he had been paralyzed. The bullet went too deep, and when I came to terms with it, it was in fact our love that got us into this mess, and he's dying because of our love.
"Harry please talk to me so I know you're here." I whimpered, as I spit the building blood that was rising in my mouth out.
"It hurts too much." He said, as he closed his eyes.
"Breathe with me, then." I demanded, and he couldn't completely manage that either without getting a wad of blood clots at the compressions of his chest.
"Harry k-keep your damn eyes open." I stuttered since he could barely breathe, as I squeezed his hand harder. I even felt a tear prick the corner of my eyes knowing that this could possibly be the end of us.
"I feel weak." He said, we both were. It's not our fault, his crazy side of the family just got to us first.
"It is not our fault baby." I shakily inhaled a breath. "We have to keep going."
"Keep going.." he repeated, whispering it with a shakily sigh.
Live on with me.
"Being with you was the best thing that's ever happened to me, you're the creator of my happiness. You know?" He whispered, as I turned my neck to look over at him. He had a single teardrop roll down his eyes. And I knew he was slowly fading away, but I wasn't going to come to terms with it yet. He needed to stay longer.
"Feelings mutual." I said in a sweet tone and smiled at him, he couldn't even see my smile because his body hurt too much to even move.
"Bree, I need to confess s-something to you." Harry choked on his blood that was suddenly rising up quicker to his throat the more he spoke.
"W-what is it?" I weakly asked, nervous for what he'd manage to sputter out. It must be important, or meaningful if he's wasting his breath to tell me. I can't believe I even need to think that he could run out or breaths, his used to be limitless.
'Harry just please stay with me' my subconscious spoke to me.
"I was never actually s-scared of flying in airplanes, I just said that I was so you would feel better." He choked on the red rusted substance, again.
"I-I'ts okay. And you did m-make me feel better that day on the plane." I tried to smile, but it hurt to even move my facial muscles.
"I never got my fashion show either." He lightheartedly joked to lighten the mood, but it was true that he never got one and I promised him that I would have given him one.
"I promised you that I'd give you one, I'm sorry I didn't ever follow through with it. I simply forgot about it honesty." I coughed, as I scrunched my nose up to rid the sickness flushing through me, but all I did was push blood up higher in my immune system.
"It's alright." He sighed, "would've been hot though." He admitted, and the past tense phrases make me shutter because this is in fact the end of us on being together on earth.
"These last 9 months have been the best days of my life." He meekly hummed, "but I need to go now."
"I don't want you to l-leave." I cried, wishing those words could instantly make him stay, but they couldn't.
"Sometimes we can't always have what we want sweet pea. You might want things to happen, but somethings need to happen. And I need to go, I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill your wants baby, I wish I could've." He whimpered, and I did too.
He doesn't need to die, he needs to stay with me. We can make it, I know it.
"Harry, I know we can make it." I tried to convince myself, but what was the point? He's leaving the earth right now.
"I don't think I'll come back to life again like I always unintentionally do, I think it's officially time for me to go." He softly said, I didn't want to believe it was actually time. But like he said, I had too.
But I had too, or else him going will break my soul so much more.
"We both could never just catch a break, could we?" I whispered.
"Mhm." He hummed in sorrow. "I just can't believe that I'm dying on my fucking kitchen floor. I expected it to be when I jumped off the balcony, or when I overdosed on too much pills and drug." He shook his head at the false irony.
"Or." He started again, and I just wanted him to keep talking because I'd never hear his voice the next morning, or maybe in the next twenty minutes. "I'd die from a broken heart if you were to leave me when I told you that I was the leader of the mafia, luckily you stayed with me and I didn't die that early on in the beginning of us."
This was the exact minute I knew that I shouldve treasured every moment I've ever had with him. Like the laughs we had, they were the best laughs I've ever exploited.
The cigarettes we smoked, who knew such long inhales of pleasant smoke, could be such quick exhales of pointless air?
"Harry Edward Styles, do not give up-" I pleaded, he deserved to stay here with me.
I was going to marry him..
My fiancé.
"I always had a feeling you proposed a little too soon." I whimpered, "did you know this was going to happen?"
"Not like this." He shook his head, as my eyes filled with more tears. I don't think I've ever cried this much in my entire existence.
"I'll never smoke a cigarette with you again, Bree." He whimpered, making me not want to believe those words.
But they were semi true.
"We will on smoke together again on Mars, okay?" I bit my quivering lip, as I choked on more of the blood.
"How do you love me when I look like this?" He shakily whimpered under his breath, and I didn't know what he was going on about.
"I love you," I reassured. "Fuck I love you. I'll love every form of you."
"I just met my mother and sister again..." he whispered under his breath, making my heart break in two. They'll be so upset, and I am too.
"I'm sorry. Please. Just hold on." I begged, but he shook his head to the best of his abilities.
"It's the good people who always win." Harry whimpered next to me, making me furrow my brows. "You know?"
This all seemed rush, the random start of new topics didn't make sense. But, we wanted to get everything we've ever wanted to tell each other out, before it's too late to tell them.
He'll take what I say to heart, and wear it on his sleeve as he slowly fades away into the epitome of wherever he'll go.
Hopefully it's Mars, that's what we planned anyway.
"Whatever do you mean?" I bit my cut lip, making him let out a shaky sigh.
"I'm the villain." He clenched his fists, "and I'm the one who's dying in the end."
"We live on this earth together and we'll die on this earth together." I lied and coughed with tears spilling down my face and onto my torn clothes because I just wish it'd be nothing other than true that we fade away from the world together rather than apart. But I don't think I'm going to be the one dying.
He slowly is.
"That night on the balcony, I was supposed to die when I jumped off but I was given one last chance. I was given one last chance to fall in love, and I did. Now, it's time I go." He shakily breathed, making me wince lowly. "It's been fun, Bree."
"I-I want you to stay." I cried, but he shook his head lightly to the side because he wasn't.
"It was always supposed to ladies first." I lowly whispered, I should've died first. I'm a lady, I should go first.
"I'm going to sleep." He whispered, because he had already came to terms with it. Now, I suppose I have to, too. But, this'll be hard. "Forever." he whispered much quieter than before.
"Have sweet dreams for me, okay?" I whimpered as I choked on my own blood rising out of my throat. I couldn't fucking take this anymore, I was loosing the love of my life minute by minute right next to me. And it was his traitor best friend that was killing him. How fucked up is that?
"I will, I'll love you to the Mars and back.. I promise." He whimpered, I looked down at his trembling wrist, specifically at the beaded friendship bracelet. I just smiled lightly to myself, knowing how much the bracelet meant to both of us.
"What's going to happen to us?" I twisted the ring on my finger. He shakily sighed.
"Consider this our unintentional broken engagement."
"I don't want to do that; I want to get married Harry. That's how it's supposed to be!" I shouted through my tears, but this only made him sigh again.
"I'm sorry Bree. But you have to face the facts sometimes." I hated the word, I hated that him going to die was a fact.
"I'll love you even if you're not here everyday. I'll look up at the sky and smile, I'll see you again someday, Harry." I sniffled.
"And once we reunite, we'll dance." He muttered.
"We'll drink." I whispered.
"We'll smoke." We both accidentally said at the same time.
"We'll be alright, I promise." He smiled at me with blood dripping in and along his teeth, choking as his life was being ripped away from him right this second.
"But you don't make promises unless they're true my love." I whimpered, but didn't get a response from him.
"Harry?" I whispered. I questioned the chilling silence that was causing me to be worried. I looked at him, his eyes had been closed and he wasn't choking anymore. No heartbeat, no gasps. He given up on his life.
Those were Harry's last words.
His last breath...
It was his final breath he took before his soul left the earth and his body. I no longer could hear the beat of his precious heart that I loved, I couldn't keep it in anymore. All the tears streamed down causing me to choke. The sad salty water of which rained down from my eyes, and the taste of metal red blood rising to my throat mixed in my mouth as I continued to sob uncontrollably. The muscles of his hands unclenched my hand as his body began to shut down after receiving no heartbeat. My hand was now empty, but I wanted it to be filled with Harry's.
I sat up from laying down, I groaned as the wound tore my skin as I did any type of movement. I was starting to become dizzy and bleed out.
"Why'd it have to be you?" I asked, stroking his lifeless face that no longer glowed a dewy shine. He was dead. I never thought I would ever think that, I didn't think he'd ever die before I did.
"You've still got a mafia to lead, you've got to come back." I whimpered an excuse out of my ass. I honestly could care less about the Mafia, but my words could make him jolt awake and come back to me.
"Cmon Harry, you always make it out alive. You're too good and too young to die, p-please pretty boy wake up." I whimpered, I couldn't stop choking and crying as I remembered him.
"I fucking love you, pretty boy." I weeped, as I balled my fist into shirt as I cried my broken heart out into his dead one. Maybe he'd come back if I said things that I used to say to him.
Who am I kidding?
He's gone.
"What the hell do I do with myself?" I sobbed to only me. He's the only person who made me happy to the point where I felt alive.
My blood pored out on him, and I was soaked with his red blood and my own. I had never been covered in mine and his blood, not like this.
I don't like the color red anymore.
My hands messed through his hair, wishing I felt the alive glow it had all along. But he's gone now, and it doesn't feel so lively anymore. His skin is cold and pale, his teeth are red and bloody, he's beaten.
"Who will light my cigarettes now?" I whimpered, and a teardrop slid down my cheek and fell onto his face.
I guess he really does make pretty girls cry after all...
My head fell onto his own, and my hands cupped his cheeks. He was clammy all around, but then again he felt so dry and unlovely. The skin of his cheeks weren't dimpled and smiled anymore, just thinned out and pale. I should've never seen him like this, he shouldn't feel like this.
He doesn't feel like how he used to.
"We were soulmates in another world, or perhaps a different planet. But sadly it wasn't this one where we knew each other best." I brushed my thumb along the pale, torn skin.
Flashbacks entered my mind like a fright train, or waves of water splashing on the shoreline, as I remembered him and what such of a good person he was, even on bad days that weren't as sunny.
"I always thought you were too scared to even touch someone like me."
"Cry with me?"
"You should be able to take a shower without having to worry about me. That's what you deserve. You shouldn't have a scar across your neck because of me, you don't deserve that!"
"I promise."
"You aren't anything but a sweet lady who never did anything wrong. You're too good for this fucked up world. I don't deserve to even be in your presence."
"Can't really live in the city when you have a life and a heart like mine."
"A pretty flower for a pretty lady."
"I really kissed you until you lost your breath."
"Don't lie to yourself."
"Just admit you miss me, Bree."
"You know I haven't smoked even one little cigarette in two weeks because we hated each other and I couldn't bare to light a cigarette myself? I don't think I'll ever be able to light a cigarette without you anymore."
"Fear only holds you back from living."
"Fuck, why were you so nice to me?"
"I fucking fancy you."
"I don't get jealous, I get possessive."
"Everything you say is important, sweet pea."
"It's not that I don't love you. It's that I don't know how to love."
And the flashbacks only made me sob harder, as his final words and knowing that I will never hear his voice again, the final words ringed throughout my pounding head like an endless chant.
"We'll be alright, I promise."
My heart had now been empty, because he was no longer here to give it the love that it needed.
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A/N: WAIT A MOMENT PLEASE READ!!!! I still have a couple more chapters so this isn't quite the end.. haha, I have a few epilogues that'll be the last of these chapters and maybe I will do one dedicated as an authors note. I hope you guys aren't mad at me that I killed off Harry. Well, technically it wasn't me... it was another character in the book.
my apologies.
Bless all of your hearts♥️
I love you all.
-AS