A/N: So sorry this chapter is short, but I really wanted to end it there c; Enjoy<3

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Chapter 35 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            How many days does it truly take to fall in love?

            That question seems like a never ending cycle revolving around in my head. Merely fifteen days seems too soon and practically surreal to actually fall for someone. But wouldn’t spending every minute of every day with them help cave? Wouldn’t that make the process faster for hitting rock-bottom? I think I feel it; I think I’ve fell. But then these questions pop up and my mind gets foggy. Louis said he hadn’t fully fell for Eleanor until after two months of dating. Liam said he loved Danielle after about a month or so, so where does that leave me? The boy who fell in love in a short two week time period? Is that possible?

            I’d like to believe so, honestly. I don’t want Valerie to be with anyone other than me. I don’t want to see her holding hands with some bloke the next time we meet after the tour. I want her to wait for me; to love me like I now know I love her. I haven’t fully admitted to myself that I’m in love, but the feeling is quite evident; it’s there.

            Looking down at Valerie’s flawless, pure face as she sleeps soundlessly on my chest doesn’t help those feelings fade. In fact, they embrace them, they get stronger. She fits so perfectly in my arms, her small frame seeming to envelope with mine. I love how our legs naturally tangle, how her head naturally falls to my torso. It’s like it’s an instinct for the both of us to cuddle up this way, and I can’t picture her being this natural with anyone else. I don’t want to picture her snuggling with anyone else.

            Valerie will always be mine, whether she truly is or not. She’ll always be the first girl to ever captivate me under her mystifying spell; to ever have me fully under her wing. I caught sight of those golden brown eyes at the meet and greet, but I fell for that amazingly beautiful personality she tries so desperately to hold inside. Who knew Harry Styles would fall for an insane fangirl? The thought never once crossed my mind, but I couldn’t be happier with the way fate played out.

            Whatever happens at the meeting tomorrow simply happens. My feelings for Valerie won’t change; band or no band. Of course I want this band to continue its legacy, to keep striving strong, but I also want Valerie in my life. The balance between the two would be plenty to satisfy me, but I’m not sure how I’d cope if I had to choose between them. I wouldn’t want the boys to suffer over me choosing a girl. Besides, this is our dream. Our dream to live on as a band; we’re brothers. I’d feel like utter shit if I crushed the lads’ dreams for Valerie. But then again, Valerie herself would want me to stay in the band. The band breaking up wouldn’t just hurt our dreams, but it’d hurt Valerie as well. Along with millions of other people, so as much as I hate to admit it, the choice is clear. If, God forbid, the options came down to, I’d have to choose the band.

            But I’d keep my promise on coming back for Valerie; no matter what.

Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Harry’s soft snores weren’t the thing that woke me at three in the damn morning when he kept his tight grip on me.

            It was my heart.

            The familiar knife-twisting feeling came like a ton of bricks, making me gasp as I struggled to sit up out of Harry’s grasp. I could already feel the breath being sucked away from me as my lungs compressed, tightening into an unbearable sliver. My hand naturally flew to my chest like it always does when I have a Set Back, but this one felt different, more violent. My breath was already being taken away from me as I fumbled to turn on the lamp, failing as my flailing hand knocked it to the floor with a crash.

            “Valerie?” Harry murmured as he shifted in the bed.

            I tried to go to the door to where the light switch was located, but my knees buckled before I could get there, my short breaths coming out in coughing pants as I hunched over.

            “Valerie!” Harry repeated, more urgency behind his rough, sleepy voice as he rushed over to me. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

            My inability to speak made me frantically pat my chest, trying to motion that it was my heart malfunctioning. Harry seemed to grasp the message as he muttered nervous profanities to himself before helping me off the floor. He gripped me by the shoulders, but my eyes were squeezed closed as silent tears fled them.

            “Valerie, what the hell do I do? Do I call the hospital? Your mum? What do I need to do?” he asked frantically, his voice sounding slightly hoarse with his fear.

            “A-Ambulance,” I stammered out, but it only made my heart wrench in pain, causing me to let out a faint shriek.

            Harry nodded quickly as he sat me gently on the bed, then fumbled around to grab his phone as he anxiously dialed 911. He sounded completely flustered as he rambled on about sending an ambulance to the hotel as quick as possible; that it was a life or death emergency. The thought wasn’t appealing, but I knew it was true.

            “C-Can I do something for you? Do you need anything?” Harry asked as he crouched down in front of me, but all I could do was hold my aching chest. Harry ran both his hands through his hair. “Shit, Valerie, this is scaring the fuck out of me. Are you sure I can’t help with something? A breathing exercise? Water? Food? Anything?”

            I almost wanted to smile at his nervous state, but I couldn’t make my lips turn upwards; instead they did the opposite. It was taking all of me just to stay conscious right now, not to mention the impossibly unbearable pain in my chest, the pounding in my head. Struggling to breath was taking a toll on me; me losing the battle.

            “Breathe, baby. Long breaths, in and out,” Harry started saying as he held the hand that wasn’t gripping my chest. The word baby leaving his lips and being directed at me made my tears come harder for some reason. Not only was I in physical pain, but I was in mental pain as well with the thought of him leaving me tomorrow.

            Harry motioned how my breaths should be, my watery eyes peeling open as I tried to mimic him. “I… I c-can’t,” I choked out, the sobs coming harder as I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming.

            “Shh, yes you can, Val. Come on, just like me.” Harry’s repeated the breaths again, inhaling deeply through his nose before letting it out his plump lips.

            I managed a nod as I tried to follow him again, but I was started to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen failing to reach my body. The room was starting to spin, Harry seeming to have about four clones as my body was growing limp. I felt light-headed, knowing that I wouldn’t be sitting up conscious much longer.

            Harry seemed to notice my eyes fluttering as he gently patted my cheek to wake me up. “No, no, stay with me, Val. Deep breaths, come on, you can do it. Stay awake, Valerie,” he repeated frantically, but it was too late.

            My body was falling backwards as a fainting feeling started to dawn on me, my straining body seeming to grow limp with Harry’s words echoing in my mind. Blackness was the only thing I saw before I slipped from all consciousness.

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