The Last Goodbye

I sat with my legs crossed and scratched away the color on my shoe. I waited for him to continue on, he didn't. My heart pretty much stood still. Was I suppose to fall into this hole of delusions or was I to accept the inevitable and believe him?

"Can you just say something please?" I asked almost pleading. I guess he took a page from my book, because he didn't answer me. He looked like a statue. The funny thing about it was Harry looked as if he himself had seen a ghost. "Okay then." I said to myself.

My impulse to cry suddenly vanished. I didn't know who was more erroneous. Harry for suddenly ignoring me or myself for letting him in. I took advantage of the situation since he appeared to be frozen from his own past. I picked up once again a random newspaper with our names on the front page. Deep breath Victoria, you can handle this. You have to I thought to myself. I closed my eyes for a second, because I wasn't exactly ready for everything to change.

I read over the paper and the date that was marked on is what baffled me the most. Because looking at the year everything would have taken place about seventy-four years ago. Lots of things written in the article kept me clueless, but the one about me being his "girlfriend" well thats just completely and most utterly impossible.

But how was I to deny everything Harry told me so far? Written in black and white on paper that was in my hands , was all the answers I was searching for. Harry Styles was dead, then what happened to me? I could hear footsteps and then the door was slowly being pushed open. It was my mother standing in the hall. She pushed the door open completely when she saw me sitting on the floor. "What are you still doing up here?" She asked as she folded her arms across her chest. My head automatically turned towards Harry. I stood immediately.

"Mom...I..,"I trailed off. My mom knew me well enough to know when I was telling a lie and when I wasn't. I paused and looked over my shoulder at him. Harry was still calmly planted in the same spot.

"She can't see me. Just like before when your grandmother didn't see me either." He said sitting back.

"Why are you just sitting up here alone ?" Mom asked, looking around the room like she had lost something on the floor. "I was looking at some of these pictures and I got overheated so I sat down." My throat went completely dry. My mom rushed over to my side.

"No one wonder you started to feel bad, you have a cold remember?"

"It's about the only thing I seem to remember." I mumbled. "What does that mean?" Mom asked.

"Nothing mom." I said looking at Harry. "Well come with me and you can lie down on the couch." She said. I slid my arm out from under hers.

"It's a bed right here. I'll just stay here till we go home." I said slowly. She turned me around to face her and gave me a condescending look. "Do your want any soup or tea?" She asked me. My mother wasn't exactly pestering me, but if I didn't say yes to anything she was offering. She would continue on.

"Tea would be great." I answered.

"Alright come on down then." Mom spoke, as she lifted the crate that I was suppose to bring her. The last thing I wanted right now was to leave Harry alone. I turned the corner and walked down the hall. I didn't hear the sound of her shoes behind me, so I turned around. Mom was still inside the room. I went back to see what she was doing and just as I approached she quickly closed the door. She smiled wryly and walked past me. I wondered what she could have been looking at for long, then I thought about those newspaper that I recklessly forgot to pick up. Maybe she didn't pay attention to them, or maybe she did.

"Hey what were you two ladies doing up there?" Dad asked. He sat in front of the television mindlessly watching a football game. Not I nor my mother said anything to him.

"I'm hungry when can I eat? I need food!" Chloe whined. She was lying on the floor with her arms and legs stretched out. "Soon just let me tend to your sister first, okay?" Mom told her. Chloe childishly rolled her eyes.
"Are you still sad your boyfriend dumped you? Is that why you are being so reclusive?" Chloe rudely asked me. I was beginning to say something back at her, but I saw my mom and grandmother huddled close whispering. I entered the kitchen the two of them separated once they saw me.

"Your water is almost done boiling." My grandmother said, barely giving eye contact.

I noticed that I stood in the area Harry once sat when I cleaned the broken glass and flowers from the floor. The flowers he apparently didn't send. "Shay! Can you come here for a second?"My dad screeched from the living room. Mom gave her mother on last odd look before going to see my dad. Finally I had her alone.I had to approach her carefully, because I wasn't sure how she wouldn't react.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked tentatively. She sighed heavily.

"No your tea is done." Grandmother said extending her arm and holding a small green mug. I watched the smoke rise from the cup it made my face burn. I removed the drink out of her hand. Now or never just spit it out.

"Can I show you something?" I asked. "Show me what?" She said sounding open to the idea. I leaned in closer but not so close that I would breathe on her. She rushed over to the oven an pulled a tray out.Then wiped her hands clean on her bright blue apron that had a giant cookie on it, with the words in white "KISS THE COOK.....E."

"It's really hard for me to explain him." I said in whisper. Her eyes squinted and her mouth curled like she tasted something sour. She placed both hands on the sides of my hair and smoothed it out. Then suddenly stop.

"Have you ever tried to fix a mistake you made, but you end up making an ever bigger one?" I didn't respond. "Well Victoria just know that are always two sides to every horrible story." Grandma said as she turned around and tended to the food. She wasn't going to talk to me about Harry. Which made me think she was hiding something as well.

"Drink up!" Grandma chirped as I took a sip of my tea. I'll admit I was definitely getting an eerie feeling from her, but why? I walked out of the kitchen feeling like I just got my ass kicked. I went back to the room upstairs where Harry was. I opened the door and he was standing there in the middle of the floor with his hands shoved in his pockets.

He still had on what he wore the night of the dance. My stomach was in knots for all the wrong reasons. He was looking more attractive than before, if that was possible. Maybe it was the way he was looking. The way he was looking at me.

"Can we pretend for a brief second that I actually believe you?" I breathed out.

Harry took one hand out of his pocket and was holding on to something. "Well then lets just say hypothetically this use to belong to you." He held up a small silver chain that had a tiny metal dove that looked like the drawing of the birds I had drawn. I held my hand out for it and he dropped it in my hands. I surveyed the necklace. I couldn't take my eyes off it, because I couldn't believe it was real.

Harry took a few more steps closer to me,and slid his hand through my arm pushing the door closed with his hand. Our bodies barely touching. Harry's hand was inches from my waist line. Of course I had to casually walk away and awkwardly drink my tea. I wasn't going repeat what I did before. "So did anything significant happen at the party?" I asked ingesting more of my drink.

"A few things." Harry replied.

"Like what?" I yawned. Harry got really quiet then grinned to himself. I moved closer because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Are you blushing?!" I teased.

"I don't do that." He said trying to conceal his face from me. "I can't believe the brooding Harry is blushing tremendously." I laughed out. Out of nowhere all of a sudden I felt drowsy. I needed to lie down and Harry sensed it too.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked leading me to the bed. I sat the now empty mug on the floor and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I laid down with Harry crunched down by my side. "Im not sure but I think it was the tea." I muttered.

"Just try and close your eyes." Harry instructed. "I don't know this looks kind of promiscuous to me." I joked.

"You're a bit dorky aren't you?" He smiled. It was decent but strange. The last time I fell asleep with Harry in a room with me I had a dream someone was trying to hurt me. That's why the following morning I looked like I had been crying. Now that I slowly falling to sleep.

I kept hearing the loud ringing sound of police sirens...

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