We Part Only to Meet Again

Harry gave the door two short knocks. Nothing. Three. Four. Nothing. Harry sighed; opening the door

“Niall, I’m sorry, mate” no response. His head cocked to the side as he turned to me “he’s not here”

he said in more of a questioning tone than statement “well, we’ll wait” I beamed “school just finished

so I’m sure he’ll be here soon. SO, what can we do here” I clapped my hands together. He

scrunched his nose up in thought “DANCE!” he yanked me into his room and closed the door. “Stop,

laughing. I’m being serious!” he chuckled. I plopped down onto his bed giggling “alright, alright” He

huffed kneeling down and searched through his games. Getting up from the bed I looked around

“you have a massive room” he had it decorated like the room of a traveler, I could tell where the

various paintings and sculptures were from, it’s like he has the whole world right at home. “Do you

like it?” he said wrapping his arms around my waist. I dangled the necklace from my index finger

watching it spin round and round. It was a small golden statue of Siddhartha held by a leather strap,

sitting peacefully in his renowned pose “I do” I smiled. He took the necklace from me and tied it

around my neck “keep it” he kissed my cheek, my brows furrowed “are you sure?” he nodded “well,

let’s play” he winked, handing me a Wii controller and strapping his own.

Harry and I battled for the thrown, but obviously I was the reigning queen “LET ME WIN” he cried

“hasn’t Brittany ever told you?” I said panting as I jumped to the song “WORK BITCH” and I won

again, Harry threw his hands up and the controller swung back into his face, I shook my head as he

howled in pain. Taking off my controller, I sprawled my limbs out on the bed “okay, I’m done” I

panted “are you not going to kiss it?” he whined pointing to his reddening nose “no” I sighed closing

my eyes “please?” he squeaked. Too exhausted to answer I just sighed “please” his voice flattened

“PLEASE! KISS IT” his body landed on top of mine making me grunt “you’re all sweaty, get off of me”

I grumbled. I looked down as he fell silent “Harry” I rocked under him “Harry. You’re too big, I can’t

breathe” I gasped. His lips formed a smirk, opening his eyes he waggled a brow “pervert” I

grumbled, pushing him beside me “well, you said it” he said propping himself up with his elbow

“well, I lied” he gasped “you’re calling me small?!?” I grinned “mhm” “how would you know?” he

smirked “Zayn told me” I lied. I propped myself like him so I could look him straight in the eyes “why

did he tell you?” he furrowed his brows making me laugh “Zayn’s seen your dick!?” I snickered loudly

“you liar” he poked my nose with his eyes squinted “No, he hasn’t. You have a dirty mouth” he

laughed “so you’re a liar too then” I giggled “no” he shook his head. I stared at him questioningly,

trying to suppress my laugh “WAIT, YES!” He retaliated “too late” I said flatly “you’re a mean girl” he

said kissing my cheek. I pushed him a bit so that he was lying flat again and laid on top of him,

resting my chin on his “well, if I’m as mean as you say. Why do you keep kissing me?” I asked

“because if I don’t. No one will” he said slowly. I raised a brow “oh, really?” he nodded “I wouldn’t let

them anyway” he said softly, stroking his hand through my hair. I sat up on his lap letting my dark

hair cover my face. Harry shifted beneath me and his arms came around my back “That’s not a lie”

he said removing the hair from my face and grazed his thumbs over my cheeks. We sat this way for

a long time. It’s like we are trying to read each other like a book. The way his eyes looked over my

features, my eyes looked at him in equivalence. Too lost in each other’s presence to remember that

we are a part of the bustling world outside, it sounds cliché, but that’s what I feel that we are at the

moment. I wouldn’t doubt he does too. He brought a hand to my face and began tracing every curve

and corner of it; I watched his face in fascination as he fixated his focus to mine. All of us have five

senses: Vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. But I’ve got a strong sensation that we are using

them to its richest extent, notably our ability to see and feel each other. His lips grazed over mine

gently “you’re beautiful” he murmured onto my lips. He repeated this over and over, with every

word, a kiss that lingered and caused me to lose myself in him. He pressed his lips to mine so gently,

like he was afraid I would brake if he didn’t. Placing a final kiss to the corner of my mouth, he sighed

“you are” my heart felt like it was gone, in a good way. Slowing with content, better than butterflies

in my stomach, just beating to every slow breath I take. Without thought I threw my arms around his

neck and embraced him tightly, his breath hitched in surprise as I began to cry onto his shoulder.

“Shhh, you’re okay” he said rubbing my back soothingly “don’t cry” I collected myself, taking a deep

breath “sorry” I said fingering the wet fabric on his shirt. He smiled “Do you know how happy I am to

know you? To be able to hold you like this?” he said wiping the tears on my cheeks dry “I never really

thought I would feel this way. About you” he paused for a moment and grinned funnily “but, I do.

And these two months have been amazing, knowing you. Felix?” I looked him in the eyes to show

him he had my full attention “I want to be yours and I want you to be mine” he said confidently. I

nodded my head, unable to speak through my clenched throat. He kissed me and chuckled after I

took a deep breath, I perked my ears to the sound of a door opening “I think Niall’s here” I said

pulling Harry to the door “Niall? Can I come in?” Harry said walking to Niall’s door “look, mate. If

you’re here to fight go awa-“Niall stopped when he looked up “Harry has something to say” I smiled.

Harry looked at me with a worried expression before looking at him “I’m sorry, mate. About today.

About everything” he said almost pleadingly. Niall grind and stalked over to his friend “Its fine. Never

should have opened, it’s in the past now” he hugged Harry then turned to me “I just want her happy

and our friendship to last” he said genuinely. My phone rang in my pocket ruining the moment; I

rolled my eyes “sorry” I peeped before answering “hello? Wait! What slow down, Oliver. I’m on my

way now!” Harry and Niall gave me worried looks “I need to get home!” Without question Harry

grabbed his keys. Niall said goodbye as I buckled into the truck and Harry sped off. When we got to

my house an unfamiliar man walked out of the house, I unbuckled my seatbelt and made my way up

the path “I’m sorry” the man said sadly and walked away, excuse me? I shook my head and

continued walking. I threw the front door open and looked to see Oliver sitting on the staircase

“Oliver” he looked up at me with bloodshot eyes “it’s mum” he grumbled “what? Oliver, what are you

talking about? Is she coming home soon or something” I said quickly “no” he sighed shakily. The

Television boomed in my ear just as loudly as Oliver’s sobs “This morning a local woman committed

suicide at Union bridge, plummeting onto the street below. Sources say that she was a patient in a

local rehabilitation center” my mouth opened, a picture of my mother appearing on the screen.

Everything around me went static; it all seemed to move in slow motion as I toppled onto the floor.

My face laid an unmoving slate, not one tear dropping. I don’t have a dad or mother anymore. Now

it’s just me and Oliver, a sick feeling erupted in my stomach and my face felt like it was set to flames

“why did she do that” I asked no one in particular.

HARRY’S P.O.V
Her face was emotionless “why did she do that” she whispered with a blank stare “Felix” was all I

could manage to say “yes?” she croaked looking at me. Her hazel eyes no longer had the light it did

fifteen minutes ago when everything was okay, but just like that…It was gone. I kneeled down to her

and embraced her lightly, but she didn’t move. Her arms stayed to her side as she sat on her knees

“c’mon” I said heaving her up the stairs and into her room. I repeated what I did for her in London,

drawing her bath and washing her hair for her then clothing her and tucking her into bed. But the

thing that changed this completely was that I’m not angry and she’s not drunk. I’m at a loss for words

and she… she’s hurt and she’s gone. I watched her, waiting for her to sleep, but she didn’t. Her eyes

stay glued to the ceiling and she lay motionless. I can’t explain what I feel at the moment, my heart

feels like its missing in some terrible place and it hurts even more realizing I don’t know what to do,

but that I want to stay here with her. My eyes became heavier by the hour and I tried my hardest to

stay awake for her but soon I fell victim to sleep.

An alarm went off in my mind and my eyes shot open. I yawned and sat up in the bed, tiredly grazing

a hand over my face. The clock read 3:30 and the room was dark, the only light being the moon. I

huffed and looked to the side to see an empty spot where Felix was before I fell asleep. Panic

punched me right in the gut and I rushed from the bed and searched the house for her, but all I found

was an eerie silence and an open door that let in the cold of the night. My face was immediately

pelted by the falling snow; I really do hope she put something on because all I put her in was an

oversized jacket that was in her closet. I shouted her name as I heaved through the thick snow, but

no answer, no rustling bushes, not even a cry. I squinted my eyes at the snow, little impressions

sloppily scattered to the end of the drive “shit” I gasped, running back into the house. I grabbed my

jacket from her bed and darted back down to the front door “she’ll come back” my hand stopped at

the handle and I grazed my head to the voice “what?” her brother stood at the top of the staircase,

staring down at me through the darkness “Felix, she’ll come back…She did the same thing when dad

died. Everyone was worried. We searched everywhere for her” he chuckled in remembrance, his face

still weary “sooner or later she came back. We don’t know where she went and she never would tell

us, but she was fine. She’ll be fine” he sighed. I shook my head and left the house, just because it’s

happened before it doesn’t mean the turn out will be the same. My thoughts flashed back to when

she was in the hospital, her just ‘happening’ to fall asleep in the bath with her clothes on. Something

is hurting her and building higher every time something happens, her mother dying and her father

already gone is pouring the fuel to the flame. I quickened my pace at the thought, I didn’t bother

using my car, it would be harder to find her and dangerous in the heavy falling snow. All I want her

to be is safe and in sight because at the moment my hope is turning low.

FELIX’S P.O.V
My bear feet are numbed from my trek through the snow. I looked to the beach and walked to the

shore, letting the icy water cover my feet but I ignored the pain and stepped deeper into the water

until my stomach was subsided. I wonder what mum thought before she jumped, did she think of

dad, did she think of Oliver and I. Or did she think about herself, indulged in selfishness? I hate her. I

hate her. I HATE HER. I let out a shrill scream before I dunked myself beneath the water. I let myself

sink; it wasn’t too deep at all. I’m not looking to die; I just want everything to stop. If that makes

sense? Everything bad, everything that’s hurting. I just want to be gone for a while. I opened my eyes

and looked at the moon through the rippling water, as a child I used to think that was what heaven

was, I thought it was perfect and that all the people who went to the moon watched us during the

night and protected us from the darkness; shining light. See my thoughts are kind of reversed, I

believe that the bad things come out in the day to watch us and memorize every move, waiting to

strike. Because who would feel afraid during the day? Everyone’s afraid of the night. You see a man

walking down the street in the darkness; you tense up and hope not to die. But in the day the same

man walks past you and you just see him… as a man, not a monster. Nothing makes sense to me.

Everything in this world is fucking stupid. My body was pulled out of the water by strong arms,

stunning me from my thoughts.

HARRY’S P.O.V
I past the restaurant from the day Niall and I fought, and remembered seeing her sitting in one of the

boats as I was leaving, that day I let her be by herself because I didn’t think anything bad would

happen. But now my gut is telling me that she’s there again, waiting in the same boat. My boots

crunched on the shells as I struggled to keep balance on the iciness. I pulled myself up to see inside.

She wasn’t there; I even looked in the small cot. I stepped out of the boat and smacked a hand on

the side of my head in desperation. What if she’s dead? I shook my head at the thought and hurried

away from the boat. I halted and turned around, hearing the faint sound of the water churning below.

Taking a step closer to the shore I jumped into the water seeing her black hair surfacing itself with

every current, I heaved her small body out of the water and carried her in my arms. She coughed

viciously as the water spurted out of her mouth; setting her down I pushed the water out of her,

giving her breath with every push. She looked me in the eyes and nothing was there. She’s alive, but

I couldn’t find her as I looked into her hazel eyes, she shook her head “I want to know why” was all

she said through chattering teeth. I pulled off my coat and put it on her, heaving her body into my

arms again. I noticed that my house was closer than hers so I made the decision to take her there,

her dainty body shivered fiercely in my arms making me pick up my already hurried speed. I rushed

to the door step of the house and began yelling Niall’s name, praying that he opens the door

“NIALL”I cried giving the door a kick. The lights flickered on and the door creaked open “Fucking hell.

Don’t you have a key” he yawned, his eyes opened widley when he saw Felix. My body struggled to

keep her up any longer and he noticed so he took her from my arms and set her on the living room

couch “Harry, stay with her. I’ll be back” he said rushing up the stairs. I took the clothes she was

wearing off and tossed it to the side; she was awake but literally frozen. Her lips a deep shade of

purple, her toes redder than cherries, and her long hair iced into wet clumps. I lit a log in the

fireplace, wrapped the quilts on the couch around her, and rubbed over her arms trying to help her

heat up faster. I held onto her seeing that her shivering was going down a bit. Kissing her cold cheek,

I nestled my head onto the crook of her neck “you are beautiful” she said with struggle “you are” I

looked at her remembering that’s what I told her this morning “and I’m sorry I can’t do that for you”

she coughed. I shook my head fiercely and placed my palms on her cheeks “no no no! You can do

that, okay!” I cried “you are that for me! You are beautiful. Don’t ever say that again!” I wailed “Harry!

Mate. I’ve turned up the heating and put extra quilts in your room. Just change her clothes and put

her to sleep, she’ll be okay” Niall said patting my back behind me, I nodded and carried her to my

room, setting her on the bed. I changed her out of her wet clothes into warm jumpers and sweat

pants, and then tucked her into bed. Tying her hair into a bun, I kissed her goodnight and joined her,

making sure this time she fell asleep first. When she did I pulled her into my arms and held her

close. I won’t ever let anything happen to her, we'll make it.