**BEFORE YOU START : I'm so so soooo sorry for the incredibly long wait, but I've been mega busy and such. Also, this is in HARRY'S P.O.V. Just so there's no confusion. Please enjoy, leave feedback and vote! Love you guys (: xx **

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October 10th, 2014 

I'm going to see Valerie again for the first time in eight months. We had been talking over the phone constantly, skyping whenever the chance was relevant, and texting in case neither of the other two options were available. Her heart malfunctions had slowed down just enough to get her out of the hospital, and she had been in it for two months after I had left. I hated that I wasn't there to comfort her, but she told me the sound of my voice was enough.

I sang to her whenever she asked. She was my princess and I was the servant. Whatever she wanted, I would recieve. Seeing her unhappy would be unbearable, and so it was only logical that I kept that beautiful smile stretched on her lips.

The boys had made fun of me over and over again for still not moving on, but how could I when Valerie was waiting for me? I just couldn't wait to fly over to Florida to see her. 

I missed her like hell.

October 22th, 2014 

She's still beautiful. Still breathtaking. I almost lost my balance when I saw her running out the front door and straight into my arms. It was the typical cliche moment where I had spun her around before landing a firm kiss right on her lips. God, how I missed those full lips, those bright brown eyes, that dazzling smile... And she was finally back with me once more. 

September 1st, 2014 

For Halloween, the lads flew over along with their girlfriends (believe it or not, Valerie's dream came true - Demi & Niall had been going strong the past six months). We took a trip to a haunted house, against Valerie's will, and she clutched to me for dear life the entire walk through. They've never really scared me, so I was laughing while she was practically in tears. I knew I should've felt bad, but at least I gave her a piggy back ride when she felt too scared to even move on her own. 

When the walk through was finished, though, Valerie was laughing the hardest out of all of us. She was so beautiful, so flawless that I grinned at her so large my cheeks were aching.

But when she told me her heart hurt - literally hurt - the smile had vanished from my face, even when she assured me she was "just fine." I didn't believe her, and I continued to ask her if she was all right the rest of the weekend. 

Decemeber 4th, 2014 

We celebrated something called Thanksgiving while I was still in America with Valerie. Something having to do with pilgrims and indians... But I was most excited for Christmas coming up. After New Years, I would have to leave again for more tour prepping, but the time I still had left with Valerie was overwhelming, warming.

I got her a locket with a picture of us kissing on one side, the other with the two of us making horrendous faces. I hoped she'd like it. 

January 1st, 2014 

Atfer I shared a New Year's kiss with Valerie, things started to take a downward spiral for the worst. That morning she told her mom that she was having chest pains again, and that each breath she took and exhaled hurt more than the last. I was terrified.

I tried to cuddle with her that night, to see if I could help her feel any better, but things only got worse. Valerie shot up quicker than I could process, gripping her chest with one hand and the covers with the other. I was asking her what I could do to help, but she was wheezing and couldn't reply. I ran faster than I ever have in my life to her mother's room, telling her the situation. I didn't think a woman nearing her mid forties could move so quickly.

We took Valerie to the hospital, my hand having a death grip on hers. I was scared for my life, for her life. Would this be the last time I would see her alive and (barely) breathing? 

January 23rd, 2014 

Valerie was getting better.

Or so the doctors said.

She still felt weak, her chest still ached, and her heartbeat was still lower than it should be. I hadn't left her hospital room in days, too afriad that if I did, I would return to an empty bed, an empty room. Her mom told me I needed to go back to the house and get some sleep, but it wouldn't be possible without Valerie pressed next to me.

I wouldn't leave, not without her, and that was final. 

February 12th, 2014 

Valerie Anderson, the ultimate love of my life, died 25 days later in the ICU room.

Our birthdays had passed, but we celebrated it laying in her hospital bed watching random reruns on the television. She hadn't spoken much and neither have I. We both knew the doctors had lied - she was dying - but neither of us wanted to admit to it.

The night before she passed away, I couldn't help but to repeatedly remind her that I loved her, that it was okay she was leaving because at least she'd be at peace then. She was crying, I was crying, and even the nurse got teary eyed. Valerie kept telling me she'd make it - she'd make it for us - but unfortunately, that was far from the case.

I lost the angel that had saved me, the fangirl that had captured my attention and took me on a journey I never expected. She was gone, slipped through my fingertips, and I couldn't do anything to prevent it. In a sense, I felt like I had failed her. 

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        I closed my notebook, licking my lips before rubbing my eyes to hold back any tears that were possible to come. It's merely been a month since that horrific day, and the memory has not got the least bit vivid. I can still see the pain that had flickered in her gaze right before her eyes finally gave in and closed. Her hand had squeezed mine before going completely limp, a true sign her body had failed to keep her alive.

        "Harry, mate! We're going to be late," Liam called from outside my door.

        I sucked in a deep breath. "I'm coming!"

        My mind rewound, shifting through the different memories I had with her. From the time I met her in the meet and greet to the time she knocked the both of us over when I picked her up for our first date. How sweet she had smelled, the sparkle in her eyes - I knew she was going to mean a lot to me just from that moment. How? I'm not sure, but my predictions had been correct.

        "Harry, come on!" Zayn was yelling this time.

        I groaned. "I'm coming!" I shoved my notebook under my pillow, heading for my bedroom door to get the both of them to shut it.

        Valerie may not be here anymore. She may be beyond in the heavens, or still roaming the face of the earth.

        But wherever she is, she will always be mine.

        My angel.

        My love.

        My fangirl.

                                                                                THE END.