Chapter 33:
Please Wake Up

Harry never understood what he did wrong and why all of this is happening to him. When he woke up, he already found himself in the guest room of the Swift residence, with his body covered in sweat and with his panting breath. Not long after Harry woke up, the door to his room opened.

Jason entered the room, one eyebrow raised. "Hey, glad to see you've woken up."

Jason closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed. “Our plane leaves at nine pm tonight. Want me to help you get ready?" Jason asked who immediately made Harry raise an eyebrow.

"Plane? Tonight?" Harry asked, confused.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Of course. Didn't I tell you the day before that we're going back to London? From what I've heard, you're going to finish your thesis soon and I also have to take my classes."

"But why. . ." Harry did not continue his words, he himself was confused what he was going to tell to Jason. Harry wanted to stay longer, but for what reason? Harry already had an answer for that, but was it a good reason enough to make him stay?

Harry shook his head. “I'll be ready as soon as possible. I'll see you at dinner tonight?"

Jason nodded. "All right, but my mom has prepared breakfast for you. Haven't you eaten since yesterday?"

Harry fell silent. He doesn't even remember what he did yesterday. All Harry remembered was waking up to Olivia's meowing and. . . sneaking into Taylor's room to say a word to the girl, before finally returning to his room and getting lost in his world of dreams. Speaking of Taylor, how is the girl?

"Are there any signs that. . . that Taylor is getting better?" Harry asked doubtfully and Jason squinted before sighing.

With a soft tone, Jason said, “Harry, Taylor is not a kind of girl who likes to wear very revealing clothes just to attract a man's attention or to give him the satisfaction. So if you think she'll do that when she wakes up, then don't even—"

“I'm not talking about hot girls or whatever is on your mind. I asked how Taylor is doing, only her current state. Has she shown positive signs or. . . ” Harry didn't even continue.

Jason closed his eyes. “Don't be surprised. We're used to waiting for her, hopimh that she'll give us any  signs that she's getting better. But there were never significant signs."

"Aren't you guys getting other doctors to deal with it? I mean, I'm pretty sure she'll wake up." Harry said seriously, full of confidence.

"Yes. My dad got to find and call all the best doctors in the world, but they all couldn't do it. My sister didn't show any significant changes." Harry lowered his head with disappointment.

The young man closed his eyes and quietly said, “I'll— I'll get ready. Do you mind leaving me?"

Jason nodded weakly before walking out of Harry's room, leaving Harry alone with a strange and heavy feeling that never left his heart.

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It didn't take long for Harry to get ready. Less than half an hour, Harry had made sure that all of his belongings had been packed in his small suitcase he was carrying. After all, Harry only stayed for three days, no more.

At five o'clock in the afternoon , Harry decided to go to Majorie and Oliver Swift's grave, saying one last  goodbye. Jason happily escorted Harry, although the young man preferred to wait in the car instead of accompanying Harry to the grave. Harry placed the basket of white roses he had bought not far from the cemetery under the headstone that reads Majorie Swift before standing up straight and smiling at the tombstone.

"Hey, Majorie. Thank you for. . . everything. I'm happy to be able to interact with you, even if I know it's real or not. You taught me many things and you also guided me to get here." Harry closed his eyes, feeling the breeze against his skin.

Harry opened his eyes and continued. "I don't know if you know or not. But you have a great-granddaughter, who looks a lot like you. Her name is Taylor, Taylor Swift. If you stand with her side by side, many might think you two are twins. What distinguishes you and her may only be the color of the hair and eyes."

Majorie and Taylor's faces popped into Harry's mind. “Taylor is very much like you. . . the first time I saw you. I can tell, she really looks like you when you were a mannequin. But she's real, and you're. . . not. " A faint smile appeared on Harry's lips.

“I don't understand what's going on, but are you and Taylor working together, to interfere with my dreams  and imagination? In the past, you haunted me, this time, it's Taylor's turn. Strangely, she seemed to invite me to play a role in her world. A world I didn't understand and but nevertheless, I still followed that path, even though in the end, I let go. Just walk away." Harry suddenly remembered his last dream. At the time Taylor confessed everything and said that they were going to be strangers from that day onwards.

“I'm going back to London tonight. I want to say goodbye to you. May you always be happy in heaven there. Say hello to Oliver for me. " Harry smiled faintly later, remembering one thing. “Majorie, can you please convey my message to God? I want Him to take care of Taylor and let the girl do her normal  activities and routine when she waked up. And, you wouldn't mind if I get close with your great-granddaughter, would you, Majorie?" Harry gave a forced chuckle before smiling sadly, remembering how Taylor was.

"I'll see you again."

Then Harry turned and walked toward the car Jason was driving. Arriving back at the Swift residence, Harry spent time sitting by the pool, until night fell and Mrs. Swift called him to have dinner together. Not many words came out of Harry's mouth. Today he is mostly silent and daydreaming. Mrs. Swift has spoken to him several times, but Harry only answers with a nod or a shake of his head or a meaningless smile.

After dinner, Harry went back to the room to take out his suitcase, remembering that Jason had been nagging him nonstop to ready so they could get to the airport on time.

Harry placed his suitcase in the trunk of the car and sighed. The young man glanced at the watch wrapped around his wrist, which showed half past eight in the evening. There is still an hour and a half before the plane leaves.

"I'm sorry for being annoying. You know that it takes  thirty minutes at the most to get to the airport. Not to mention the long lines and whatnot. So. . . ”Jason took a deep breath and held his breath before smiling faintly and sighing. "You have less than thirty minutes to say goodbye to Olivia and. . . maybe to T as well?"

Harry slightly widened his eyes. "Are you— are you  serious?"

"Very. Now hurry up. I'll wait downstairs."

With that, Harry hurried into the house, up the stairs and already found Olivia who was standing right in front of Taylor's door. Harry smiled faintly and lifted Olivia into his arms. Again, Harry invited Olivia to enter the lonely room. Harry put Olivia down on the table, before grabbing a chair and sitting right beside the bed where the girl was lying.

"Hey, Babe. I don't have much time so maybe I won't tell you everything about me.” Harry closed his eyes and brought the back of the girl's hand to his cheek. “My full name is Harry Edward Styles. I was born on February 1st. I have brown hair with green eyes. I actually like  Nandos, that's because of Niall. Well, Niall is one of my best friends. Besides Niall, my close friends are Zayn, Louis and Liam. At our campus, I guess I can say we're famous. We're often called magnets that attract girls."

Harry smiled faintly before continuing, “I'm a cat lover, just like you. I'm a music lover too, I like Coldplay. You also like Coldplay, right? You have a Coldplay CD on the table." Harry glanced at the CD which Olivia was sitting on before returning to focus on staring at Taylor who was still stiff. Harry kissed the back of the girl's hand. The young man's eyes were watering, for no apparent reason.

“I. . . I have dimples, which are only visible when I smile or even laugh. If you want to see it. . . you have to. . . you have to. . ." Harry held his breath. His tears really broke.

“You have to wake up and. . . I swear, you will be the strongest reason behind my smile and laughter. You will be the center of my attention. You will become. . . my top priority." Harry lowered his head and wiped the tears with his hands. The young man looked back at Taylor and took the girl's hand again.

"This is weird, really. You only exist in my dreams, not in this real world. We only talk in dreams, not in the real world. You're still not real, but my heart has made you its owner. I don't doubt my taste. I really fell in love with you and I don't know why it could be like this. I've never wanted someone. . .  like how I want you."

Harry closed his eyes again and brought the back of Taylor's hand to his cheek. “I'm not a prince, nor a king, nor do I have a palace. But I swear I'll give you a happily ever after that you deserve. I'll make everything come true." Harry opened his red, watery eyes.

"Please wake up, Babe. Please?"

Harry kissed the back of the hand one last time.