Updated cuz it's Niall's birthday!!! Our cute lil marshmallow is growing up 😭😭😭

SOME DAMN IDIOT HACKED HIS INSTA ACCOUNT ON HIS DAMM BIRTHDAY IM SO PISSED 😡😡

Happy Reading xx

t.m.

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H A R R Y 🔫

  A breathless laugh escaped her lips at my words, my eyes lighting up at the sound of it, reminding me of how much I had missed it. She ducked down again, smile still intact as her nose rubbed against mine adorably, before she captured my lips again. I sighed inwardly, relishing the feeling of her lips against mine after being away from her for so long.

  Our breaths mingled, the kiss moving at a slow sensual pace while she dipped her tongue into my mouth. Her soft hands caressed the sides of my face, my body flushing with heat as she rolled her tongue against mine sultrily. The sexually frustrated side of me was pushing me to take this further, but I resisted, only wanting to kiss her and respect her since this was pretty much like our first kiss all over again.

  My fingers squeezed her waist as she moved her tongue against mine before slowly pulling back to sink her teeth into my lower lip. A low groan was emitted from my throat when she moved to tug on my lip ring with her teeth, painfully reminding me of how she used to do that every time we kissed. I was pretty sure she didn't know that. My anxiety soon disappeared as I felt her hands trail over my chest, dipping under my shirt to feel my hot skin.

  My lips tore away from her, trailing over her cheek as she exhaled sharply. They showered linger wet kisses onto the skin of her neck, feeling her grip my shoulders as she sighed in euphoric bliss. My lips travelled back up to the spot under the hinge of my jaw, my favorite place to leave love bites. I sucked at the skin, causing blood to accumulate at the surface before nipping lightly as well. A soft moan was drawn from her swollen lips as I rolled my tongue lightly over the heated skin, soothing the dull ache that would've settled there.

  I pulled away, pushing her hair to the side to admire the mark I created on her olive skin. A smirk curled onto my lips as her hand travelled up to the side of her neck, feeling around for the mark and accidentally putting pressure on it, causing her to wince. She pouted at me while I let out a chuckle, feeling giddy that I had her back in my arms again. I drew her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist as I hugged her, solely because I wanted to hold her tight.

  Just then I wanted to tell her again how much I loved her, but I didn't want to make her feel guilty for not being able to say it back, even though she knew it wasn't her fault. Instead I mouthed the words silently, resting my chin on her shoulder as she sighed deeply. During these last few days I've been trying to do little things to convince her that it was worth taking the risks and going through with the surgery, by doing little things such as spending time with her and with her friends. But I had one other thing in mind as well.

   "I want to take you somewhere," I murmured quietly, before pulling back to lean my forehead against hers. Her eyes searched for mine trying to decipher my emotions before she nodded slowly.

   "Okay."

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   "A graveyard?" Scarlett asked as she scanned the place with her helmet in her hands.

  Her face fell when she realized why I brought her here. A grim looked covered her face as she stepped off the motorbike. It was late night, the darkness giving off an ominous vibe in the cemetery as we trudged through the grass quietly. I lead the way, Scarlett trailing behind seeming too wrapped up in her own thoughts as we walked to the section that was closed off for The Organization specifically.

  Once we arrived, I was pleased to see that my bouquet of white tulips was still in good shape. I visited almost once a week for the last four months, bringing a fresh bouquet every time. The eulogy I wrote was still stuffed into the ribbon holding the flowers together, along with her ring. When we arrived, I turned to watch Scarlett's reaction as she stared down at the tombstone that had her name engraved into it.

   "I never attended the funeral because a part of me felt like you weren't actually dead," I murmured quietly, her gaze flickering to me before she crouched down.

  Her fingers reached out, skimming the letters of her name that was engraved into the marble stone. Her gaze wandered down to the bouquet of roses, frowning when she saw the piece of paper sticking out of the ribbon that was wrapped tightly around the stem of the tulips. She reached down, fingers gripping the flowers before pulling the eulogy out. Her brows furrowed even more when the ring felt out and onto the grass. She sucked in a breath at the sight of the ring, picking it up carefully before looking up at me.

   "Is it...mine?" she whispered as I smiled softly. I sat down on the grass, watching her do the same before I spoke.

   "Yes."

  I took the ring from her, before taking one of her hands into mine. Her fingers splayed out when she realized what I was trying to do. The ring slid down the middle finger of her left hand, glinting brightly in the moonlight as she tilted her hand to gaze at it with a ghost of a smile.

   "It's beautiful, Harry," she whispered quietly. I smiled in response, remembering the night I gave the ring to her, promising that I would take away from all this violence and pain we've been experiencing.

   "I gave it to you, to kind of seal a promise I made to you on my birthday," I found myself saying, causing her gaze to flicker back to mine again.

   "What was the promise?" she asked gently, her eyes lit with curiosity.

   "I promised you that after that mission where you killed your mother to save my life, I would take you away to some place foreign, leaving our lives as assassins behind for good to start a new life, together" I said softly, my eyes trained on the ring before they fluttered shut, a deep sigh leaving my lips. "I felt awful for not fulfilling that promise, so many things were happening at the same time."

  Silence fell over us for a minute or so, both of us too wrapped up in our thoughts to say anything. I knew that I could definitely fulfill that promise if the surgery worked and she gets her memories back. However, if it went down that route, I could already predict me trying to convince Scarlett to leave immediately within a blink of an eye. She'd argue and say that I was being selfish, leaving all of our friends in the hands of Omega without providing them help. But I wouldn't call it being selfish if the reason I want to leave immediately is for her safety.

   "What's this?" Scarlett's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at what she held in her hands, my throat tightening at the sight of my eulogy in her hands.

   "It's a eulogy," I muttered, taking the paper from her hands. I unfolded it, eyes skimming over the words and cringing inwardly at how grief-stricken I sounded.

   "Can you read it to me?"

  My gaze met hers, my lips pursing as I contemplated. I wasn't planning to read the eulogy out, I just wanted to give her the ring and show her her grave. But as she stared at me with pleading eyes, I complied, licking my lips before I parted them to speak.

   "I want to start off by saying thank you to all of you for coming here today. Scarlett would have appreciated that. Scarlett Jones was the love of my life, my best friend, my angel, my everything. If I even try to begin describing our love story today I'm afraid I will end up in a pool of tears so I'm going to try and make this short."

   "Scarlett taught me so many things that have molded me into the person I am today, someone completely different to who I was before. Before I met Scarlett, I was cold, brutal and heartless. I detested the idea of feeling for someone, whether it being love or sadness or empathy. To me, it seemed like a weakness, to feel for someone that is. But when Scarlett came into my life, she taught me that it's okay to feel because it doesn't make you weak. It only makes you vulnerable. There's a difference."

   "She also taught me that it's okay to cry sometimes, because it shows that you have a heart and that's what matters. Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness. She taught me that being sensitive and compassionate are good things, because they show that you have a big heart and you aren't afraid to let others see it. Again, showing your emotions is a sign of strength."

   "Throughout my whole life, I had been trained to lock away my humanity because I was brought up thinking that that was what made me weak. Thinking that by doing so, I would be strong. But really, it was just the opposite," I sighed deeply, wondering why the fuck did I write such a long eulogy. But I carried on reading nevertheless.

   "Before I met Scarlett I never knew what it was like to be loved and to be in love. And when I loved her, I realized, I have never truly loved anyone before nor will I ever truly love anyone the way I loved her. She was my one and only and forever will be. Words cannot describe how utterly grateful I am to have had her love me back after all the cruel things I did to her, for that I will forever feel guilt and remorse. It seems as if karma had struck me hard this time, taking away the only thing that matters to me the most."

   "She taught me so many things about love, not directly but I figured it out anyways. She taught me love is patient and kind, and that it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love always trusts, bears all things and endures all things. These are the few of the many things I learnt from my time with Scarlett."

   "Scarlett, this is to you. Angel, you taught me what it's like to love someone so much it hurts, as well as what it's like to miss someone so much it hurts. Unfortunately, death is painting everything a different shade of remorse at the moment and it's extremely hard for any of us really to move on. But we will try, for you. We will move on, but we will never let go of you."

   "Baby, you made me want to be a better person and I love you for that. I love you for an immeasurable amount of things and reasons. There isn't a day that has gone by where I haven't thought of your smile, your eyes, your presence. I miss you so much and I cannot even begin to imagine what life would be like without you. You were my angel, the only good in my chaotic life, the better half that made me a whole. And even though you're gone now, I know you'll still be in my heart, the heart you have captured within a blink of an eye."

   "Scarlett Elizabeth Jones, I will love you endlessly no matter what. Always."

  Once I put down the paper, my gaze drifted upwards hesitantly, widening when I found Scarlett with tear-stained cheeks. I held my arms out, encouraging her to sit on my lap so I could hold her to me. She did so, crawling onto my lap and flinging her arms around my shoulders, sniffling softly

   "Baby, please don't cry," I murmured, stroking her hair as she buried her face into my shoulder.

   "I haven't cried in months," she whispered, tightening her arms around my shoulders as I rubbed my hand up and down the expanse of her back.

   "Why are you crying, Angel?" I asked, before rolling my lips inwards when I realized what I had called her unintentionally. She pulled back, staring at me through glossy eyes.

   "That was beautiful," she responded instead, referring to the eulogy I read out loud. I swallowed thickly, a tight smile pulling at my lips. "I-I'm sorry Harry."

  I immediately furrowed my brows at her words, my hand raising up to cup her cheek, my thumb wiping the tears away. She looked away, almost as if she was embarrassed she was crying, rubbing her cheeks harshly as she sighed deeply. Her actions surprised me slightly, making me realize how different she was now. I remembered the times she used to allow her tears to flow unchecked, not caring about how people saw her as a weakling for being so emotional.

   "What for?" I whispered; confused as to why she was apologizing.

   "For forgetting everything we had and all the memories we shared. I know it's not my fault but I can't help but feel awful. I can't imagine what you're going through. I love the way your eyes light up whenever you remind me of a beautiful memory we shared together, but it also breaks my heart when I realize I can't feel what you feel because I don't remember. I see the way you look at me, Harry, with so much love and affection it hurts my heart that I don't feel the same way as of now," she told me, her tone heavy with emotion as her voice grew soft when she neared the end of her tiny rant.

   "Scarlett," I sighed sadly, trying not to let her words affect me because they were true after all.

   "But," she spoke up again, lifting her gaze to meet mine. Her fingertips skimmed my cheek, before caressing it. "I will go forward with the surgery, and even if it doesn't work. I know you'll be there with me through every step of the way, making me fall in love with you all over again. And I know I will fall, willingly, and I know you'll be there to catch me."

  A soft smile tugged at my lips at her words, my eyes pricking with tears, as I was speechless. Everything she said was true, mostly about me being there for her nevertheless and starting over again with our relationship, hoping that she'd love me again. The fact that she said she will made my heart soar, but that was only if the surgery didn't work. So right now, we just had to stay positive and hope that it would work and Scarlett would get her memories back.

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  A comfortable silence engulfed us as we walked back to the motorbike, hoping on it and driving home. No words were exchanged between us as we were too wrapped up in our own thoughts to speak. My gaze flickered to her every now and then, checking to see if she was okay and she was still behind me as I lead the way to the apartment building. It was like part of me still couldn't believe that she was actually alive, walking behind me, pondering silently.

  I swung the door to my apartment open, making my way straight to the bedroom to use the bathroom. After I had cleaned up, brushing my teeth and stripping down to just a pair of basketball shorts. Exiting the bathroom, I glanced at Scarlett who was rummaging through the wardrobe, searching for her nightwear.

  A heavy sigh left my lips as I entered the living room again, beginning to set up the sofa to sleep on. I was trying to respect Scarlett by sleeping on the sofa because even though we've slept together before, she doesn't remember it therefore she probably wouldn't be as comfortable about it. She protested many times though, saying that she was perfectly fine with sharing the bed or taking the sofa instead spurned.

  Once the sofa was set, I stretched my arms over my head, a yawn escaping my lips as I did so. My feet quietly padded against the floor as I approached the bedroom, wondering why the door was still open. I peered around the corner, noticing Scarlett sitting on the edge, a simple t-shirt covering her top half with black panties concealing her bottom, leaving her smooth legs and thighs bare. She was reading through her journal, noting down a few things before she noticed me standing by the doorway.

   "G-Goodnight," I coughed, realizing how awkward it was that I was just standing there, gazing at her like a creep.

  A soft smile tugged at her lips at my awkward self, setting her journal down as she stood up and approached me. I was caught off-guard when her soft hands grabbed my face and captured my lips with her soft ones. I felt the emotions she was feeling leak through the kiss as I brought my hands up to rest at her waist, pulling her closer to me.

  I felt her thumbs tracing the apples of my cheeks as she kissed me fervently, lips molding over mine slowly while she pressed her body against mine. My head tipped to the side, my tongue sliding in through her parted lips and skimming her own tongue lightly. Our tongues danced slowly and rhythmically, lips moving in sync as my hands began to slide lower to grip her hips.

  After a few seconds the kiss broke, our lips separating with a quiet 'pop' as we rested our foreheads against each other's and breathed heavily. When I opened my eyes I found her gazing at me, dark umber eyes searching for mine. Her gaze drifted down to my swollen pink lips, thumb lowering to trace the curve of it smoothly. I puckered my lips against her thumb, giving it an affectionate kiss as her lips parted slightly at the action. She looked up at me again, speaking a few words that made my heart leap in my chest.

   "Stay with me."

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💀 I've never written a eulogy before so excuse the one I wrote here it's probably shit but I tried 😂😂😂

💀 I'm not sure about how many chapters this book will have, but it'll probably be as much as K&R or maybe even less.

💀it's still Eid here so EID MUBARAK MY LOVELIES 💖💖💖💖

Until we meet again...

t.m.