THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT CHAPTER SO I WANT YOU TO READ THE WHOLE OF IT EVEN IF YOU FIND THE START BORING.

I stay on the ground for at least another half an hour, thinking about almost everything. From my parents, siblings and relatives to Harry's friends and family. My eyes occasionally look down at the ring lying in the palm of my hand and every time Harry's words ring through my ears. 

She ruined it. She really did and now she's somewhere resting under the ground with nothing to worry about. She should be the one suffering for her lies and mistakes but sadly, the world isn't that fair. She died and left Harry and I to suffer in her place. One thing that I'm unable to understand is that why didn't she confront Harry. I'm sure he would've accepted her even after hearing the truth.

I feel my mind growing tired from all the thinking and I decide to rest for sometime.  As I lay on the bed, the thought of how many times Harry must've fucked his girlfriend on this same bed comes to my mind and I groan in annoyance, cursing my brain for being so damn thoughtful and not letting me be at peace for at least a few minutes.

Standing up from the bed, I lazily walk towards the closet and rummage through it to find something comfortable to wear. After some struggle, I finally take out a red tanktop and pair it with black shorts. Placing the clothes on the bed, I go over to the bathroom for a shower.

I strip out of my clothes and after making sure that the water is at right temperature, I step under the shower. My nerves relaxing instantly and Iet out a loud sigh, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feeling of water running down my body.

I stay under the running water for a long time, trying to come up with any idea to persuade Harry to visit a doctor. It's so frustrating, the fact that he's not concerned for his health one bit. I've never once in my life met a person whose totally cool after coughing out blood. 

Once I'm done washing my hair and body, I finally get out of the shower and dry myself with a towel, wrapping another one around my hair. I put on the fresh undergarments I had brought to the bathroom before slowly opening the door and running my eyes around the room to make sure Harry isn't out there, the mess he had created is still present, making it very clear that he hasn't been in the room ever since he left almost an hour ago.

I walk out and rush towards the clothes, making a mental note to put everything in place once I'm done  dressing myself up. Once I've put on my clothes, I walk over to the dressing table and brush my wet hair, eyeing the clothes and belts lying on the floor through the mirror.

With a huff, I place the hair brush down and start picking up the clothes from the floor, carefully folding them and putting them back in the closet before I pick up the leather belts and place them in Harry's drawer. Lastly, I walk towards the box of ring that I had carefully placed on the side table before going to the bathroom. 

I open the box and stare at the beautiful ring, mesmerized by it's beauty. The large diamond in the middle is surrounded by very small pearls and diamond, making the ring appear extremely delicate. I take it out of the box and after hesitating for a moment, I put it on my ring finger, gasping at how perfectly it fits, like it was made for me.

I wonder if this is what's written in my fate, me marrying Harry and spending the rest of my life with someone else's identity. The thought causes a shudder to pass through me and a frown finds it's way on my place. No, I won't be able to live like that, it'll be like dying every minute of the day. Infact, I'm not even sure what I'll do in the future, how will the things work out for me. Will I able to continue my education or not. I don't know anything but one thing that I know for sure is that I won't be leaving Harry anytime soon. Not until he's mentally stable and healthy again.

I put the ring back in the box and place it in the drawer of side table before deciding to go and see what Harry's doing. In the living room, the television is still on and all the food and our dirty plates are still lying on the table but there is no sign of Harry.

I quickly walk towards the kitchen to see if he's there but again I find no trace of him, causing me to somewhat panic.

"Harry?" I call out as I walk back into the living room, hoping that he'll reply or come out but I get no response.

"Harry, where are you?" I ask again feeling myself becoming more and more anxious when I don't find him in any of the rooms and the bathroom.

When I'm done looking for him everywhere on the ground floor, I decide to check upstairs. I climb the stairs with hesitancy, I've never been in the upper portion of Harry's house. All I know it that he's got a large library and a store room here.

"Harry?" I say quietly as I turn the door knob of the first room and peek inside to see if Harry's there but the room is totally dark and I instantly close the door and walk towards the other room, it has a double door and seem quite larger than all the other rooms in Harry's house and I assume that it must be the library.

I mentally pray for Harry to be in there as I push open one of the door and take a few steps inside when I find the lights  are on. My eyes run over the shelves having loads and loads of books on them and then my eyes fall on three antique sofas lying in the middle of the room majestically and beautiful mahogany table resting in the middle.

I pad towards them slowly and sigh in relief when I find Harry lying on the largest sofa, sound asleep. Then my eyes fall onto a large album lying on the floor next to it and quietly I walk towards it before sitting down on the floor next to Harry's sleeping figure and picking up the photo album. 

I open the old album out of curiosity and immediately a smile finds it's way on my face when I see the picture of a newly born baby, wrapped in a blue cloth. The boy's eyes are slightly open and his cheeks are extremely red, exactly the same colour of his tiny cheery lips. Beneath the picture, there's a date scribbled messily. 

'1st of February 1990' It read.

I quickly turn over the page and see another picture, the baby's a little older now, maybe a few months old. His eyes are now fully open and a beautiful smile is adorning his lips. To say he's the cutest little guy I've seen in my entire life, won't be wrong. 

I look beneath the picture and there is the name 'Harry Edward Styles' written in the same writing. I gasp, my eyes looking over at Harry's face before I look back at the picture. Holy hell, he was one cute baby. 

My eyes travel towards the next picture and it's of Harry sitting on the table with a birthday hat on his head. A big smile adorning his cherry lips as he stares at the camera and I feel like I'll end up falling in love with Harry if I will continue looking at his baby pictures.

I turn the page and see another picture but this time Harry isn't alone, there's another little boy standing beside him,both of them clinging to the legs of an older man. I stare at the picture for a little longer and recognize the other boy . It's none other than Josh fucking Styles and the older man is there dad. All three of them having the same beautiful green eye colour and chocolate brown curls on their heads. 

My eyes avert towards the next picture and a small giggle escape my mouth. In this picture, Harry's fully naked, one of his hand resting on his hip while the other one is holding a waffle cone. And then there's a signature smile on his cherry red lips that can make anyone fall in love with him within the snap of a finger. 

I feel Harry shifting a little on the couch and I immediately close the album, looking back at Harry's sleeping figure. He opens his mouth and grumbles something to himself before his body relaxes again. I examine Harry's face closely, taking in every feature of his while he's sound asleep. His eye lashes are long, longer than mine ever will be with even the mascara on them. His nose is perfectly sculpted, some may think that it's somewhat big but it suits his face. Then I observe his jaw line, it's well defined, looking even better when his jaw is clenched and finally, my eyes fall onto his lips and I feel my body tingle.

They are cherry red, just like they were in the picture. The longer I stare at them, the more I feel myself growing desperate to touch them, to feel their softness against my fingertips and against my own lips.  

Biting my bottom lip, I hesitantly bring up hand up to his face, cupping his cheek as I run my thumb over his smooth skin a couple of time. In awe at how amazingly soft it is. Slowly, my thumb travels towards his lips and I hold my breath as I trace their outline, my touch almost ghostly.

I'm so lost staring at his lips and I almost jump when I feel a hand on my wrist. With wide eyes, I look up and find myself staring into Harry's eyes.

"Just uh.. just came here to make sure you're okay." I mutter quietly, not sure of what else to say. My fingers are still resting over Harry's lips and when I try to move them away, his grip on my hand becomes tight.

I give Harry a questioning look when he stays quite for a long moment, just staring at me before finally he sits up. He pulls on my hand, causing me to stand up from the ground as I nervously stare at him.

"Sit over here, baby." Harry says lowly, patting on his thighs  as he pulls me towards him.

I do as told, sitting down on his thighs, with my legs on either side of him, so that I'm practically straddling him. Harry's arm encircle around my waist as he brings me closer to his body before both of his hands rest on my thighs, thumbs running circles as he closes his eyes momentarily before finally looking at me again.

"I.. over reacted. I'm sorry." Harry says before pressing a kiss to my temple. His lips trail over skin of my cheek, peppering light kisses in their way and i flutter my eye lids shut at the affection I'm receiving.

A kiss is placed near my mouth and I find myself waiting for him to finally kiss my lips. A few moments pass and nothing happens, causing me to open my eyes. 

My eyes immediately become wide when I see Harry's face. He's breathing in and out rapidly and his face is twisted in a pained expression. 

"Harry?" I say in a whisper, my hand coming up to his cheek and I pat it lightly, trying to get a reaction out of him but his face remains still the same.

I watch him in horror, as he taking in a deep breath before he opens his eyes and look at me for a minute second. 

"Harry!" I cry out loudly when all of the sudden his breathing comes to halt and his eyes slowly clamp shut.

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