My Own Fantasy World

letstraveltogetherin1d:

PLAY THE AUDIO FIRST! :)

It’s a beautiful night in Paris. You’re at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking into the beautiful night sky lit up with stars. You’re standing next to Harry Styles who’s holding a bouquet of red roses just for you. You just came from sharing a lovely candle-lit dinner and right now, you couldn’t be happier. No matter how happy you felt, there was just something that didn’t feel right.

On your left, Harry looked… distant. He was happy at dinner, but his expression was completely different now. You’re worried so you couldn’t help but ask him;

“Harry, are you okay?”
There was no response, so again you asked;
“Harry, is there something wrong?”

Harry suddenly dropped the bouquet of roses on the ground and grabbed the both of your hands in his. He was trembling. He was cold but, you couldn’t bring yourself to see that as the reason for his little shakes. He looked down at the ground and started off saying;

“I’m so sorry.. (y/n) I’m so sorry!”

You don’t understand. Why would he be apologizing to you? After spending such a romantic night together in Paris? You start to feel scared that something’s going to happen.

“Harry why are you—”

He shakes his head. If you look closely, you see his tears, falling one by one to the ground. He looks up at you, and you see the redness in his eyes, the tears covering his face.

“I’m so sorry! I really am..”
“But wh—”
“I love you so much!”

Why was he crying?

“It hurts me to even think about saying this..
but, I can’t be with you.
I love you! Please don’t be mad..
All the times I’ve spent with you,
Every day, every hour, every minute, every second…
You’ve given me so much happiness.”

He pauses, then he continues.

“but you need to know that there’s someone else out there, who’s right for you.
you don’t know it yet, but you deserve so much more than me.”

Harry wipes away his tears, bends down, and picks up the roses, brushing off the fallen leaves. He smiles, and hands them to you.

“Please accept this. I love you. If all these roses die, then my love for you has, as well… but I promise you that there will always be one rose.”

WEEKS LATER…

a plastic rose from the same bouquet remains.

FIN. 

(Source: gaygodsof1d)