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It was the celebration of springtime as he watched her walk amongst the crowd with her hands busy in front of her, her blue garland perched regally on her gold tresses. He admired the happy glow that always seemed to surround her, and as he watched her smile triumphantly, he couldn’t help but get up from his place and walk over to her. He was all too curious at what she had accomplished.
“Hello starlight,” he said as he neared her.
She grinned happily as she showed him the red flower crown in her hand, “Hello, meleth nin. I made you a crown to match mine for the celebration.”
He took his own crown off, perched it delicately on the table nearby, and bowed his head to allow her to place it on him.
As he rose up after the crown was secure, he met her gaze and cast about for a few moments for something to say, until a memory filtered through his mind.
He smiled as he reached out to touch his palm to her face, letting his thumb drag over her pinkened cheeks, “Did you know that it wasn’t long after this celebration, oh so long ago, that you agreed to marry me?”
She grinned in return and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Yes, I did.”
He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers, and rubbed his nose gently against hers, “And are you happy, my star?”
Her hold tightened on him as she stared into his eyes with a sparkle in her own, “More than anything, my heart.”

 —Guest-written by: eldartari (AO3)

Father and Son

The most moving moment in The Force Awakens is, for me, probably when the dying Han Solo reaches out to caress the face of his son and murderer. That act is one of unconditional love and compassion - when he touches Kylo’s face, Han is reaching out to the little boy he once held in his arms. He is both forgiving him and asking for his forgiveness, and that is made explicit in the junior novelisation of The Force Awakens by Michael Kogge. 

Kogge is, to be frank, a much better writer than Alan Dean Foster, the mind behind the ‘adult’ novelisation of The Force Awakens (if you can read the former over the latter, don’t hesitate). While Kogge’s book is briefer and tailored to a young audience, it has greater impact and moments of genuine power. Some of its strongest passages concern Han and Kylo, and they give a better sense of the tension that drove them apart. In doing this, it makes their eventual reunion in The Force Awakens more powerful and moving.

The most insightful sentence in the whole book is probably this one:

He would’ve given everything for his son to be normal - like him.

While that line is brief and largely without context, it suggests what could be inferred from Han’s character - that he was confused and unsettled by Ben, just as he was confused and unsettled by the Force. 

The implication of this is that Han wasn’t able to cope with or accept his son as he was - he looked at him and wished he had a different child, a child who was ‘normal’ and in his own image (this, incidentally, is probably why he finds Rey so appealing - with her mechanical mind and piloting skills, she is the child he most likely wanted Ben to be). And while that’s an understandable and observable sentiment, it must have been profoundly damaging to Ben’s psyche and sense of self. When you realise that the Force-sensitive Ben Solo was probably always conscious of his father’s discomfort around him - however it manifested - you can better understand why Kylo Ren is so emotionally fragile and resentful. He tells Rey that Han would have disappointed her because that was his experience of Han Solo as a father - he craved his love and acceptance, and felt that he got neither. In warning Rey off from him, he is genuinely thinking of her interests (as he perceives them from his position of deep hurt and bitterness).

With that context, Han’s caress gains far more power than it ever had without it. It’s not just an act of unconditional love - it’s also the contact and comfort that Ben Solo presumably craved as a boy, but never really got. With that gesture, Han shows Ben the compassion and acceptance he had always longed for - the tragedy, of course, is that he can only make the gesture in the moment of his death. The love is there, but it’s not enough to avert disaster and pull Ben back from the abyss.

This, then, is why the junior novelisation’s final insight into Han’s mind is so moving. Han isn’t touching the cheek of an irredeemable murderer: he’s touching the face of the man who is still his son - the child he didn’t quite know how to love until it was too late. And despite everything, he still wants that child’s forgiveness:

Han forgave his son for what he had done. He prayed someday his son would forgive him in turn.

I see your face
in the faces of strangers.
I want to reach out and touch your lips.
I want to gaze into your eyes.
I want to lose my fingers
in the tangles of your hair.
But none of them
are all of you,
which only seems fitting,
because I am no longer
all of me.
—  Alicia N Green (Facebook.com/aliciangreenpoetry)

singledad!luke hadn’t even considered it when he had picked up his razor that morning, expertly ridding himself of the beard that had adorned his face for 6 months, hadn’t remembered why he had been too lazy to shave for nearly half a year until he sneaks into little hemmo’s nursery and picks up his sleeping angel. she blinks open her ocean eyes, looking up at her daddy without her usual grin and luke barely has time to be concerned before loud cries are filling the room. luke frantically rocks her back and forth whispering soothing words into her blonde wisps of hair, “i’m here baby, daddy’s right here..” he tries adjusting his grip so she can properly see his face, desperate to see some recognition in her eyes. the familiarity of his voice calms her cries, but her eyebrows pinch together as her chubby hands clumsily reaches out to touch his face, lightly tapping where only yesterday there was a scruffy beard. “it’s daddy” he encourages, holding her hand against his cheek, “it’s your daddy” thankfully she eventually seems convinced, offering the gummy smile and the excited “dada!” he is greeted with every morning, before leaning forward to hug his smooth neck tightly. pressing a gentle kiss to her soft hair, thinking to himself “i am never shaving ever again if that the reaction”

  • Brother: You know, when Han died, I wished that there was just a little bit more dialogue in that scene.
  • Me: What do you mean?
  • Brother: Like it should've went like....
  • *Kylo stabs Han*
  • *Han reaches out to touch Kylo's face and manages to choke out a few words*
  • Han: ...I love you, son.
  • Kylo:
  • Kylo: I know.
  • *Han falls to his death*
  • Brother: Yeah, that's how it should've went. What do you think?
  • Me:
  • Me: Are you trying to fuck with my feelings?
Coughs And Cuddles

You warned him. You knew this would’ve happened and now here you were lying in bed next to him as he coughed to the point where he was gagging. You sighed, your head turning to face him and rubbed his chest softly.

“Take a breath, Harry.” You watched as he sat up, a shiver taking its course through his body. He looked over at you, his lips curving down and his bottom lip pouting.

He’d been sick for the past few days now and he refused to go to the doctor, claiming he’d pull through on his own. You made constant runs to the nearest pharmacy to pull the over the counter medications off of the shelves, rushing back to him so he’d take them. You called the doctor, without him knowing, and taken down notes on what to do.

You turned to him, sitting up and crossing your legs into a pretzel. Reaching out to touch his face, the heat radiated off of his forehead as you pressed your palm to it.

“Baby, you’re heating up again.” Climbing off of the bed, you quickly made your way to the bathroom to grab a face towel, dousing it in an ice bucket you prepared. He groaned from his side of the bed, his eyes drifting close.

“No, that thing is so cold.” He complained before snuggling into the blanket. You sat besides him, the towel in your hand before you pulled the blanket away from him.

“The more you do this, the faster you’ll get better, my love.” You watched as he tried to breathe in through his nose, a cough escaping his lips instead.

Your heart ached. You absolutely hated watching him in pain. He was like a child who wasn’t able to take care of themselves and depended on its mother for everything. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his nose red from the constant blowing, and his lips chapped.

“I feel better,” he tried to argue, his head flopping back against the pillow. You shook your head, your fingers reaching up to push his hair away from his forehead.

“I know you do, but we want you to feel completely better, right?” He lifted a tissue to his nose, giving it a tiny blow. Nodding, he closed his eyes and let you take over.

“Just relax, baby.” You leaned over to grab one of the towels before dipping it into the ice bucket, slightly draining it before laying it across his forehead. You watched as he stiffened, a groan escaping his lips. You grabbed another towel before dipping it into the bucket, laying it on top of his abdomens.

“Oh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, his toes curling at the end of the bed.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your lips pouting. You grabbed two more towels, dipping them in the bucket before placing one on each of his feet. Moaning and groaning, he peeked one eye open and looked at you. “There, that’s it.”

“You’re killing me,” he laughed softly, his arms reaching out for you. “Come cuddle with me.”

“If I cuddle with you, you’ll want to kiss me and then I’m going to get sick.” You laughed, climbing over him and settling down on your side of the bed.

“I promise, I won’t kiss you,” he turned to you, his arms still reaching out. His eyes were tired, his lips pouty, and you just weren’t able to say no.

“Alright, fine.” You leaned in, your head falling to his shoulder and your lips pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Now can you please just relax and try to get some sleep?”

You caught him rolling his eyes, his arm snaking around you tighter.

“Okay, okay, mum.” A laugh escaped your lips as you jokingly hit his chest, a laugh coming from him. You felt him take in a breath and you were quick to grab a tissue to place over his nose, just in time for his sneeze.

“I told you so,” you mumbled as he shook his head, blowing into the tissue.

“I know, I know. Shut up,” he sighed, his eyes closing once more and his body trying to relax.

“I’ll give you a hundred pounds if you jump into the pool right now,” Niall dared, his eyes falling to Harry.

“Two hundred and I’ll do it.” He shot back, his hands quickly pulling off his shirt. You peeked your head into the living room from where you were in the kitchen, your eyes narrowing in on your boyfriend.

“You’ll do what?”

“Hey hey, this is man business, baby.” He turned back to Niall. “Do we have a deal?” You quickly made your way over, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. His eyes darted up to yours, an innocent smile playing at his lips.

“Love you,” he wrapped his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes, looking at the rest of the boys seated around.

“You boys better keep my boyfriend out of trouble,” you shot them each a glare before making your way back into the kitchen.

“Two hundred.” Niall mumbled. “Right now.”

All heads turned to the window, the snow now falling heavier as it hit the ground.

“Let’s go,” Harry quickly shot from his seat on the recliner and made a dash for the backyard, slowly opening the door and stepping out into the cold.

You heard the giggles and jokes being thrown around as they rushed out, you quickly behind them. You watched as Harry stepped out into the yard, your eyes going wide as he stood in just his sweats.

“Harry! What the hell are you doing?! It’s freezing out there!”

“I know, just give me a second, babe!” He scurried across the snow covered lawn, his feet jumping around.

“Harry! Don’t you dare! Get back here!”

His foot reached down to touch the pool water, realizing it was almost frozen. He was quick to slip off his sweats and he took a step back, glancing back at his girlfriend shooting daggers at him and his mates too happy.

“This is your last warning, Harry Edward Styles. Get back here, you’re going to catch pneumonia!”

“It’ll be quick, I promise!” He shot back before leaping in, his body fully submerging underwater. Niall groaned next to you while the rest of the boys broke out into hysterics. His head shot out of water, his curls sticking to his face before he quickly climbed out and running towards the door.

“I can’t believe you would do something so stupid!” You yelled, rushing after him into the house. “You’re going to get so sick and I’m going to be stuck taking care of you!”

“Baby, I’m not going to get sick and now we’re two hundred pounds richer.” He quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his body as he shivered. Burying your face in your hands, you shook your head and groaned.

“Boys don’t think with the right head.”

And now here you were; a sick, pale, and complaining Harry lay beside you in bed.

“How’re you going to get through the interview tomorrow?” You reached down to stroke his hair, his eyes opening and looking up at you.

“With a couple of cuddles with you tonight, I’ll be better in the morning.” He smiled, trying to take in a breath through his nose. Rolling your eyes, you leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“You should get some sleep, baby. Let me just grab your medication before you do,” you quickly sat up and grabbed his bottle of pills off of the bedside table, leaning back over to hand him a glass of water.

“They’re so gross,” he complained, his eyes watery from his stuffy nose.

“I know, but you need them so here,” you pushed them towards him, urging for him to take them. He pouted, a sigh escaping his lips before he took them from your palm and swallowed them down following a gulp of water. “Now you can sleep, my love.”

His head was quick to fall on to your stomach, his arm draping around your waist.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from his cold. Your fingers tangled into the strands of his hair, rubbing his scalp softly.

“I love you too.”

**

“How’re you feeling?” It was early in the morning and with a sick Harry, it was never easy.

“Gross,” he mumbled, his head buried into the pillow.

“Do you want me to call Paul?”

He turned on his back, his hand rubbing over his face as he shook his head. Sitting up, he pushed his hair out of his eyes and turned to look at you.

“I’ll be okay. I’m just going to take a hot shower and I’ll be fine.” You nodded and watched as he climbed out, dragging his feet into the bathroom.

**

He was dressed and ready in no time after a few complaints and curse words fell from his lips, causing you to giggle.

“I’m driving,” you stated, reaching your hand out to him for the keys while standing in the foyer. His eyebrows shot up, a smirk on his face.

“My tiny, beautiful girlfriend wants to drive my large manly car?” His voice nasally, but the smirk staying in place.

“Haha, you are so funny, Harry.” You snatched the key from his hand before buttoning up the last loop on his coat and reaching up to pull his beanie down a little further. “I want you to stay warm out there.”

“I know you do, baby.” He smiled, his hands falling to your waist. “You’re too good to me.”

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want your cooties right now.” You grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek and making your way out of the front door. You heard his laugh behind you before he shut the door and followed after you, climbing into the passenger seat.

“Sure you don’t want to switch?”

“Harry, I’m not a child. I know how to drive,” you quickly shot a glare at him before sticking the key into the ignition and turning it, revving the engine to life. “Now put your seat belt on.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he obliged, clicking the belt into place and watching his girlfriend take his spot for the day.

**

“Sounds like you’re a bit under the weather today huh, Harry?” The interviewer smiled, leaning over to hand him a box of tissues. He gratefully took it, setting it down next to him.

“Yeah, we had a silly bet and I ended up getting sick.” He laughed, dropping his head and shaking it, reminiscing the incident.

“How’re you feeling now?” She smiled, leaning back in her chair.

“I’m getting better,” he paused for a moment, scrunching his nose and looking around.

You were behind the camera and watching, placing a hand on your mouth to stifle a laugh. He let a laugh escape his lips as he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m going to try and make this quick so we can get you out of here and back in bed,” she laughed, reaching for her notes. “How’s the album coming along?”

He grinned, giving a small nod. “It’s going really well, I think the fans are going to really like this one. It’s much more intimate and I feel like they’ll get a better view of our lives.”

“That sounds exciting! And how about you, Harry? Any wedding bells or baby Styles’ in the near future?” She beamed, sitting up and leaning in closer to him. He laughed, his eyes darting to your quickly.

“Yeah, I’m hoping really soon,” he smiled, not taking his eyes off of you.

“She makes you happy. I can tell just by the look in your eyes,” she turned her head to you, a smile on her lips.

“She does, she really does. She’s too good to me.” You felt the heat creep to your cheeks, your hands folding in front of you.

“That is absolutely the cutest thing ever and you guys are perfect together,” she smiled. “I’m happy for you both. And jealous, of course.”

He laughed, his eyes still locked on you. He loved you, he really did. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you and sooner or later, he was officially going to make you his wife. He was just waiting on the perfect moment.

“I love you,” he shot at you, right in the middle of his interview on tape. You smiled, your heart racing and your bottom lip taken between your teeth.

“I love you too.”

“Okay okay, enough before I melt right here in my chair!” The interviewer laughed, his eyes drifting back to her. His nose scrunched up once more as he took in an inhale before he let out a hefty sneeze, quickly stifling it with a tissue.

“Alright, thank you Harry for being here with us. We look forward to the album and the tour. Feel better,” she turned to look at you. “And make sure your miss takes care of you.”

You giggled, nodding and giving her a thumbs up before she turned back to Harry.

“Thank you for having me,” he smiled before the cameras stopped rolling and he stood up. “I would give you a hug but I don’t want to get any of you sick,” he laughed. She laughed along, giving him a nod.

“Understandable, now you just get home and get some rest.” She smiled over at you as he came over to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Thank you, guys.” He gave her a small wave before grabbing his coat and buttoning it up, watching as you did the same.

“Are we ready to go?” You looked up into his bright eyes, his hands slipping his beanie around his head as he gave you a nod.

“Ready.”

**

He was back in his briefs and in bed, his arms reaching out for you. He looked better, much better than the day before.

“Come cuddle with me.” He ordered, his eyes dancing along your body as he watched you change.

“Stop staring at me, you creep.”

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m allowed to stare.” He laughed, his hands cradling the back of his head as he leaned back. Rolling your eyes, you slipped in next to him, your heading falling to his shoulder.

“Are you feeling better?” You glanced up at him, your fingers tracing the ink on his chest and pressing a soft kiss to it. He let out a content sigh, his fingers running through the strands of your hair.

“So much better,” he admitted, his cheek pressed to the top of your head as his fingers made their way down your back.

“Next time you’ll listen to me when I warn you that your idea is stupid?” He laughed, his arm wrapping tighter around you as he nodded.

“I promise.”

 –

There you have it, my lovely readers! I’m super sorry that this is late but here it is so no worries! Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you as well as everyone else enjoys! Leave me some feedback and drop by my ask for anything else. Love you, darlings! 

Anna x 

What if Rhys did his fan thing the way some of us do with favourite characters.

Rhys stared intently at Jack, reaching out and touching his face with the full palm of his hand. “My son.” 

A/N: Heyyy there(: I know I was gone for a while, but here you go. Please don’t hate me too much <3


“Is this how I’m supposed to spend my days? Reading?” Loki scowled when you slipped some books on his table.

“If you had other plans, than perhaps you should have thought about what you were getting yourself into when you invaded Midgard and caused havoc… You killed innocent people, Loki.” You replied back calmly before turning around to face him. Your hand reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away and faced out of his cell.

“…You sound like my mother.”

“Wise woman are alike.” You smiled though he couldn’t see it.

“So… Have you met the mortal?” He scoffed.

“You mean Miss. Jane Foster? Yes she is a lovely woman? Thor did well.”

“Thor is facing the inevitable. She’s nothing but a mere mortal.”

“Have you forgotten that you too bleed? That you breathe oxygen? Or that you also die? Granted, you do have a few thousand years more than them– but ultimately you see your end in Valhalla.”

“Or Hel.”

“…Or Hel…” You asked more than stated. The God of Mischief turned around to face you, a sort of smirk upon his face.

“Do you honestly believe Odin–”

“Your father—” You cut in quickly.

“Odin,” He repeated again to correct you, “Would actually let me dwell there with all his beloved warriors.”

“He’s your father Lo–”

“He is nothing of the sorts!“ He yelled, taking a few strides toward you.

"First and foremost your mother raised you better than to yell at women. Second, He loves you Loki!” You raised your voice back at him. “You’re just too stubborn to realize that. It’s sort of ironic you want nothing to do with the Allfather yet you are most like him.”

“I am not.” He growled in your face.”

“Whatever you say.” You smiled causing him to roll his eyes and walk away from you. “But Odin is not the reason why I’m here.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Loki asked sarcastically.

“Tis’, I’ve come to check on my husband.” You gave him a smile and that was all he needed to give in. He shook his head and looked around the room smiling. You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked in his eyes. “Did you forget that we wedded? Because being the God of Mischief will do that to you.”

“Of course not, I just don’t understand why they call me that when you clearly are the one. One smile stricken across your beautiful face and I’m a fool.” He said embracing you in his arms.

“Ahh yes, my Loki, you are a fool.” You laughed before pulling him closer to you for a kiss.  

Y'know when you see those gifs of Hiccup and like.

You literally want to reach out and touch his face because he LOOKS SO FUCKIN REALISTIC LIKE.

JUST TO FLOOF HIS HAIR AND HIS STUBBLE AND ALL HIS FRECKLES

DREAMWORKS I HATE YOU

All I want is for Peggy to come home to the Griffith after all this stuff with Leviathan is over.

I want her to walk right past a protesting Mrs. Fry, march herself up to Angie’s door, and knock on it.

Angie will open it, thinking it’s one of the other girls, but when she sees Peggy- she doesn’t breathe for a second. Peggy, medal pinned on her blazer and all, asks a bit tentatively if Angie’s still up for schnapps. Her jaw falls open, and she reaches her hand out as if to touch Peggy’s face to make sure she’s real. As Peggy opens her mouth to explain, Angie slaps her right across the face. Peggy’s rather impressed that it actually did hurt, and tries to tell the other woman as much, when Angie grabs her by the waist and kisses her senseless, much to both of their surprise.

Grayson Dolan- Bad Dream

Imagine : you were sleeping peacefully when you felt a little nudge you thought it was just gray sleeping but you heard a soft whisper “ y/n please wake up!’’. You slowly turned over to find Grayson with tears slowly running down his face looking at his lap . You reach out and touch his arm softly ‘’gray?’’ you asked his head shot up and looked at you and tackled you into a hug. ‘’Babe whats wrong?’’ he slowly lifted his head a said ‘’i had a bad dream that i was fighting someone so they got back at me but taking you and Ethan away from me i got really upset and woke up and saw you next to me but i wasn’t sure if it was just my mind or it was actually you so i wanted to check i promise i wont let anything happen to you i swear’’ he said quickly ‘’babe  i am sure you wont come on lets go back to sleep’’you said. You bot layed down and he cuddled up to you making sure nothing would happen to you. 

Resolution (Dark Harry Styles)

Harry Styles One Shot 

The Neighbor One Shot Series

Disclaimer (please read)

For previous One Shots 

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance. 

Warning: Mature Content is present. Adult themes are covered. (If you are uncomfortably with any of the above, I urge you not to read. Thank you.)

“You reminded me of her, that’s why I did the things I did. You were so much like her it hurt.” He reached out to touch your face but the rocky ground made him stumble and fall to the ground. 

With a sickening crunch he fell to the ground and the rocks made his body shift to rest halfway over the side. 

You screamed as his hands tried to grip anything to stay up and not fall into the waters below. The sirens were coming closer and suddenly lights were blinding you as you reached forward to grasp his hand. 

He held onto yours tightly as you tried to move your body to pull him back up. You could hear the shuffling of feet and the loud yells of the officers as you held on tightly to his hand. 

Your heart sank as his grip on yours started to lessen and your hands slipped from one another. 

Two screams filled the air that night. 

~~~

~6 Months Later~

What happened that fateful night in the cold night air still burned through your mind. There were nights where you would wake up drenched in sweat while screaming loudly for everyone to hear. 

After the events of that night had passed your parents were around more, more involved in your life as they reflected on how they could have left you to grow up on your own. 

What happened to you went to show that you didn’t know people. That everyone has a past, whether it be pretty or not. The past is there for a reason and some learn and grow from it, some fall into its clutches and are destined to repeat it. 

The police couldn’t find his body after it had fallen into the sound. 

They had told you and your parents that the water must have washed him away. For some reason though you didn’t think that he was gone. You had this overwhelming idea that he was still alive and for some very reason he was roaming this town while waiting for the perfect time to pop back up again. 

It had been 6 very long months and in those months you had drastically changed. 

No longer were you homeschooled but went to public schooling. You were more skeptical of who you became friends with, you watched your back. You knew that he was watching and it was a feeling you couldn’t shake. 

A knock on your bedroom door startled you and your body shot up. Your head turned to see your mother walk through the door. 

“Someone is at the door for you sweetheart.” You nodded your head and got up. You followed her downstairs and your brows furrowed as you took in the person standing right in the doorway. 

The women was obviously older then you, maybe mid-twenties. Her light hair was tied up in a bun and she wore casual clothing. Large dark sunglasses covered her eyes, hiding them from the rest of the worlds prying eyes. 

“Hello,” her voice was airy and she took her glasses off to reveal a set of very pale grey eyes. You took a step closer and took her offered hand. 

“You may know me, I’m Meredith Gates.” Your mouth dropped open as you stared at the women in front of you.  

“I-um yeah I’ve heard about you.” You couldn’t help but stare at the person in front of you. This was the person that started all of Harry’s obsession with you. 

“You reminded me of her, that’s why I did the things I did. You were so much like her it hurt.” He had said that night 6 long months ago. You could still hear his broken voice if all was quiet and your mind went into that place. 

“Would you like to take a walk?” She asked you and you glanced over in the direction of your mother who nodded at you. 

You went out into the warm fresh air and let out a long breath. Meredith placed her sunglasses back on her face as the both of you walked over to the roaring sound. 

The water was moving at a slower pace this time of year, as not too much rain happened to fall. You both looked beyond the water and to the open field that lay beyond it. 

“Did he tell you about me?” Her voice was above a whisper as your head jutted up and down in a terse nod. You didn’t wish to speak of the demon that lurked behind your closed doors. 

“I spoke to him, before everything happened. He told me about you then.” You said as you turned and peered at her. Suddenly she seemed to grow much older as she sighed loudly. 

“Did he tell you how alike we are?” She asked you and you told her he had. 

“I should have known something was wrong when my cover told me that someone was trying to find me. You waved a bunch of flags young one.” She grinned at you and shrugged her lithe shoulders. 

“You were smart dear, you knew something was off.” 

“Who exactly are you?” You couldn’t help the sharpness of your tongue as you stood facing the women. With all of the talk about waving flags and a cover you and your suspicions. 

“Just who I’ve said I am, Meredith Gates.” She looked at you with a smirk as you glared right back. 

“And what exactly do you do Meredith?” 

“I’m a cop.” She moved her tee shirt up and you saw a badge and your expression went slack. Why was all of this so confusing? 

“You’re a cop? You work with the police?” You asked as you needed more confirmation. 

“I was working on the case the night he died. You didn’t know who I was and I thought it would be a good opportunity to see what he had become.” 

“What do you mean by ‘what he had become?’” She pulled her sunglasses off and gave you her full attention. 

“When him and I were together things were so different. He wasn’t manic or obsessive, he became that way over time. He hated that my job put me in danger but it was something that suited me.” Her voice trailed off as she went back into the recesses of her mind to pick out information. 

“He used to take photos and he would tend to his roses, where ever they might be. I got him a camera one year that he got engraved with my name on.” 

An old polaroid camera was left forgotten on the floor and you picked it up. You turned it around in your hand and ran your fingers over the surface. Etched on the side was a name that was engraved. The script was hard to make out but you were able to conclude that it was a first initial and a last name. M. Gates.

“He always said he’d be content with just me, his roses, and his photos. He said he didn’t want anything more in life then just that.”

“Let me guess you didn’t want that,” you told her as she a sound out that was a cross between a sob and low shout. 

“He didn’t understand why I wanted more, he said that he would be everything that I would ever want and need. I left him that day, out of nowhere. I called my station and asked for a transfer and skipped town.” 

“Why couldn’t you just talk to him? Why just fall off the grid?” You had to wonder what was going through her mind where she was cultivating such a plan to escape him. 

“He had become crazy. He became too invested in the relationship and he couldn’t fathom why I was pulling away. In his mind things were going to be okay,” she informed you sadly. In your eyes you saw a women who had experienced a lose and was trying to understand things. 

“You said you were working that night? The night he fell?” 

“Yes, I got the call by a good friend of mine. Why do you ask?” 

“How did he get out of the water?” You were blunt with your question and you could tell that she was taken off guard. 

“He- the body was never recovered.” She pulled herself together and her reply was more robotic then anything else. 

“Where is he?” You continued on as if she hadn’t responded. 

“Nowhere.” She stayed firm but you weren’t having any of it. You took one step forward and you stood up straight. 

“You skipped town because he freaked you out and I know for a damn fact he’s alive and well out there in this town. Don’t you believe I have a right to know? Do you not understand my situation?” You couldn’t help but raise you voice with her. 

“He’s alive. That’s all I can tell you, please accept that.” She pleaded with you but you just laughed and shook your head.  

“Anything else you can tell me?” Her face suddenly grew harder as she looked at you. 

“I suggest you skip town too.” You looked strangely at her before she continued on. 

“After he got out of the water he didn’t give me a second glance, he just took off. He’ll come back for you, no matter what. You are the latest obsession, he’s always watching. Be careful dear.” She told you and suddenly she left you alone. Her retreating form confused you as you rushed forward. 

Suddenly you felt as though a pair of eyes were watching you. You looked around and took a glance towards Harry’s old home. 

Meredith’s words were now echoing in your ears as you swore you saw the curtains of his foyer move a tad. 

Ice ran through your body as you ran back to your house. When you got right inside your mother rushed towards you and you collapsed in her arms. 

“We need to talk mom!” You told her frantically and for once she led you into the kitchen to talk. 

~~~

~1 year later~

It had officially been a year since you had moved from your gothic styled home in that old town where things were crazier then ever. You had no clue that such a small town could pack such a grand punch. 

In one year things were good for you. No longer did you wake up covered in sweat or crying, you were doing well. 

To top things off you were far, far away from Harry and his craziness. 

You knew deep down there would be a time where you would see him again but for right now you were living in the moment, something you had only ever wanted. 

~~~

Back on that old street where you used to live, his house was no longer trim and stunning. The grass was over grown and the ivy had grown all over the house. 

No one knew that he still lived in that house, that he still tended to his roses, that he still pinned after you. 

“Did you find her yet?” He asked the women in front of him. 

“No, I haven’t.” Meredith Gates sat in front of the man she once loved and lied through her teeth. 

“We’ll keep looking, I want my flower back home.” He told her as he crossed her ankles and continued to look at the map in front of him.

“I’ll find you flower.”

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