Harrys´ POV:
Flashback:

She already waited for me, standing in front of the coffee shop with a mug in her small hands. Her eyes flickered over all the different faces and she started to smile as she found mine.

“Hey”, she greeted me and I had to smile since she had no idea what I was about to do. Quickly I decided to refuse to answer and only pull out the small box, which laid in my pocket.


“What is that?”, she asked me and raised her eyebrows, but again I only opened the little, blue box.


“Harry...”, her voice was really thin and I could hear her surprise in it. This had just the affect on her, that I had planned.


“She reminded me of you”, I admitted and I wondered why I was so nervous. It was just a present , a necklace for godness sake, but my hands shook a little bit anyways.

“She is tiny and simple, but at the same time has something so powerful and beautiful”, I told her and I thought that my words didn´t even described her as half as magical as she actually was.

“She is beautiful, but I really do not want you to buy something expensive like this”, she breathed out and I had the urge to slap her since she always tried to find a way out of things, which people did to make her happy.

“I wanted to and I really want you to accept it, if you like it.” To show her how serious I was I pulled the necklace out of the box and showed her to turn around.

She held her hair up and revealed her soft neck and I had to hold myself back to start kissing it down.

“It looks perfect on you”, I let her know the truth and she suddenly got on her toes and started to kiss me.

Her warm breath hit my face as she mumbled: “Thank you so much.”

My lips met hers again and I felt the kiss got more passionate and wilder. God, she was perfect. Everything on her.

End of flahsback

Clary´s POV:
Flashback:

“You have to promise you´ll call! Like everyday or at least every second one!”, Taylor let out as she hugged me tight. Her hair was all over my face and I breathed in one last time her perfume before I pulled away.

“I promise, but I think you´ll get annoyed by my boring stories pretty soon”, I laughed. “Never in a million years!”, she replied and I moved on to Simon. His eyes were full of tears and I felt my hear wince a little.

“Oh, Simon! This is not the end of the world or a Disney movie, so please stop crying!”, I forced him, but the moment I opened my arms and he fell in them I found it hard to hold back the tears as well.

“I really don´t want you to go! Holmes Chapel will be extremely boring again and you should be here to spend your last school year with us”, he sniffed into my shoulder and I smiled sadly.

“Holmes Chapel always has been boring! With or without me!”, I laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“But it simply won´t be the same anymore”, he answered stubborn and I gave him a thankful smile before I moved on to Connor. His figure was huge and we both had to laugh as he lent down to me to give me a short hug.

“He´s not coming isn´t he?”, I whispered near his ear.

We stepped a little bit away from each other and I saw his face thinking really badly: “I´m not sure, Clary.” His answer was a lie and we all knew it.

“He´s your best friend since kindergarten, so I think you know exactly what he´ll do in nearly every situation”, I smiled and tried to hide my sadness.

At all I shouldn´t be sad because I told him to stay away and he was just simply keeping my order. Connor gave me a pity full face and I shook my head.

“No, that´s okay...can you just do me a favour?”, I asked and already opened the clasp of the necklace. The small heart laid familiar in my palm before I handled her over to Connor.

“Clary, are you sure...?”, he asked unsure but I only nodded.

“He should have it back”, I pressed out and tried to keep myself together. Why did this hurted so much?

“Okay, I´ll make sure he get it”, Connor promised me and my Mum called my name since our flight went in 30 minutes and we had to hurry into the concourse.

“I´ll miss you all”, I whispered touched and we all pulled together in a group hug.

“Simon, take care of your grandmother and Taylor and Connor, please be god parents to the little Burton!”, I gave them some last advice before I turned and headed after my family.

For the last time I took a look over my shoulder and they all waved me goodbye. My heart sank deeper and deeper with every step I got further away from them.

As I finally sat on my chair I took put my iPod and pushed the play button for “Isn´t she lovely” and I laid my head back. I remembered the thoughts I had, when I arrived here.

The thought that music always reminded you of the place where you come from and where your home is and that they always made you feel like coming home.

But this time the music didn´t brought me home, but it only dragged me away from my home any further. My sight got blurred as I felt that we left the stand and got out of the runway.

The tears I hold back for so long suddenly fell down all over my cheeks and I felt my heart drop to the floor, out of the plane, laying on the runway, leaving it behind.

He didn´t came. Not a word, a letter, a text message, nothing.

This is letting go, I thought to myself as I tried to oppress the sobs, which already shook me on the inside.

My sister suddenly took my shaking hand in hers and she gave me a faint smile before I rested my head on her shoulder. I was leaving.

Leaving my life, my friends, my new home, but most importantly Harry behind.

End of flashback

“So...the ring´s my necklace?”, I asked still confused. Harrys´ face went sad at the memory, but he nodded.

“I can´t believe she actually thinks that I would propose to her, I mean we only know each other for 4 months and we´re not even twenty by now!”, he said shocked.

“So you really don´t intend to marry her some time soon?”, I asked him just to make sure.

“I don´t”, he simply answered and that was all I needed.

“You really gonna break up with her?”, I whispered and smiled at little Rosy on my lap, who played with my hair.

“I want you, Clary.”

My eyes glanced over to where he was sitting and our eyes found each other and interlocked like they always did. Slowly I put Rosy down and walked over to him. Cautious I pushed him in the pillows and got onto his lap, leaning close to him and feeling his body under my finger.

My lips got so close to his that I felt them under mine as I whispered: “I want you, Harry Styles.”

Passionately he lifted his head that our lips finally crushed into each other. They moved along mine and slowly drifted over every single sensitive spot.

My tongue slipped against his teeth and he let me in. Somehow my hands found their way into his curls and I pulled at the ones in his neck before his arms slowly went over my arms, leaving me with goose bumps, up to my neck only to pull me closer.

We both let out moans and I got high on the sound of his voice. This was better than every drug in this world, I thought before he suddenly pulled back and starred into my eyes.

That was the position we stayed in, his eyes in mine and mine in his. Green, green, deeper, I´m sinking into green.

“I love you, Clary Meyer”, he suddenly groaned and I felt overwhelmed.

“I love you too, Harry Edward Styles”, I whispered back and we kissed again.

In this moment, I swear I thought my chest would burst into million pieces.

Notes

I just realized how far this story had already gotten. :o Hell.