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The Arranged Wedding

Chapter 13

Harry Styles POV.

My body was flaming hot, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. It was a dark night, and the only thing I could see was miles and miles of graves. I looked behind me and saw a funeral. Though the person whom the funeral belonged to sent shivers up my spine. I lay in a coffin eyes shut, but my mouth was moving. It was as if I was reciting something. Annabeth walked up to me, and had tears falling from her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, and she wore the same red dress she had worn at the party.

Thank Heaven! The crisis,
The danger, is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last—
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last.

Sadly, I know
I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length—
But no matter!—I feel
I am better at length.

And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead—
Might start at beholding me,
Thinking me dead.

The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:—ah, that horrible,
Horrible throbbing!


The sickness —the nausea—
The pitiless pain—
Have ceased, with the fever
That maddened my brain—
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain.

And oh! Of all tortures
That torture the worst
Has abated —the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the naphthalene river
Of Passion accurst:—
I have drank water
That quenches all thirst:—

Of water that flows,
With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a few
Feet under ground—
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.

And ah! Let it never
Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed
— And, to sleep, you must slumber
In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting, its roses
— Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies—
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies—
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,
Bathing in many
A dream of the truth
And the beauty of Annie—
Drowned in a bath
Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast—
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,
She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
To keep me from harm
— To the queen of the angels
To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
(Knowing her love)
That you fancy me dead—
And I rest so contentedly,
Now in my bed
(With her love at my breast).
That you fancy me dead—
That you shudder to look at me,
Thinking me dead:—

But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie
— It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie—
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie.

That's when I could finally understand what the other me was saying. When I stopped speaking they started to lower the black coffin. I felt an odd surge of panic. Annabeth began to cry harder. I looked and could see mum on her knees, bawling her eyes out.

"Stop! Stop don't bury me! Mum, Annie please don't bury me, I'm right here!" I begged them, and felt my own sobs began to leave me. They didn't notice me though, they only saw the Harry in the casket. Once the casket reached ten feet under the ground, Riden appeared next to me. He started laughing at me. It was a sinister laugh that I couldn't describe.

"Time to sleep brother." He told me. Then he pushed down into the hole. At this moment there was only one Harry, and I was laying in a coffin. I could see, but couldn't move my body. I felt indescribably cold, and could no longer feel the beat of my heart. It reeked of mildew, and rotting flesh. Above me I could see hundreds of stars dancing in the night sky. I saw Annabeth lean over the hole. Her eyes were shining as bright as the stars. They comforted me from the darkness. Annabeth always protects me from the shadows.

"Why did you have to drink so much Harry?" She asked me. I wanted to ask her what she meant. I've been sober for years, I haven't touched a bottle. My lips wouldn't let me speak. All I could do was lay there, stagnant. I felt so vulnerable, and helpless. The fear that consumed me was like nothing I had ever felt before. Then Annabeth leaned down, and picked something up. She dropped it down to me. Dirt hit my chest, and more panic filled my cold body.

"I love you Harry." She whispered, and left.

NO!

Come back Annie!


Riden and mum began shoveling dirt onto me. It was suffocating, and got into my lungs. There was dirt in my lungs! I'm not breathing! I'm cold! I'm still alive stop it! I could see worms moving around the dirt. They started to nibble at my suit, and then my skin. A beetle crawled over my face, and I wanted to scream. All I could do though was lay there. STOP! Then suddenly, as if they could read my mind, they stopped shoving the dirt onto me.

"He's having a night terror mum!" Riden told her, his voice completely changing its tone. What is he on about now?

"He hasn't had one since he was twelve!" Mum responded back, sounding frightened. I started to feel confused at their words, and sudden change of heart.

"Harry it's a dream! Wake up little brother, come on! It's not real Harry it's a dream!" Riden yelled to me. This isn't real. I need to wake up. As if on cue, my eyes shot open. My brother was holding me to his chest, and rocking me back and forth. Annabeth stood in the doorway, and mum was sitting at the edge of the bed crying. She noticed I was awake, and touched my arm. Her skin felt hot against my cold skin, and I flinched away from her.

"I said don't touch him mum damn! He's running a fever, Annabeth go get some medicine to try and lower it!" He yelled. I heard her run off. My brother hushed me, and ran his hand through my hair like he had when we were kids. The last night terror I had was when I was twelve, and he was sixteen.

"You're alright now Harry, it was just a stupid dream. Don't worry I've got you." Riden lulled me. I forgot the resentment we had built for each other over the past years, and held onto my brother. I forgot we were both grown men now, and let him soothe me as he used to.

"You were screaming bloody murder Harry, I thought something had happened to you. You scared the shit out of me." Riden whispered to me. Then he kissed my forehead, something he hadn't done in a long time. Annabeth came back in, taking notice to my brothers affectionate actions. She handed him two pills, and a glass of water.

"It was just a dream, I'm fine." I told them. My body was still shaking as I took the pills, and sat the water on nightstand. I climbed away from my brother, and hid under my blankets. Sweat dripped from my forehead, but I felt dangerously cold.

"Everyone get out." My brother commanded Annabeth and mum. They did as they were told. I heard them leave the room, and shutting the door. Now that the girls were gone I felt less embarrassed being a grown man curled up on my brothers lap. I know that's why he kicked them out too. He got situated on the bed, and then pulled me to him so my head was on his chest. He ran his hands through my hair.

"What am I going to do with you Harry." He asked letting out the most dreadful I had ever heard. I couldn't form any words to give him. It was like my lungs were still filled up of dirt. I had to remind myself they never had dirt in them to begin with. It was all just a terribly vivid dream. I let out a small whimper in response to my brother.

"I love you little brother. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. Even if you're trying to steal my wife." He told me, his voice trailing off into a chuckle.

"We're having a moment Riden, we can talk about me stealing your wife later." I told him, and then we both laughed. It was a good laugh. Though Annabeth had seen all if this. Even though I was trying to steal his wife, he was still here for me too.

"I love you too Riden."

Team Harry: 1

Team Riden: 2

Notes

The poem at the beginning is "For Annie" by Edgar Allen Poe. He's one of my favorite writers, and biggest inspirations. I love how he doesn't follow the rule book, and has a style that is souly his. Anyways so I was looking at some of his work, and saw this... and then thought...

How the hell could I not Incorporate this into the story?!?

The bloody thing is called For Annie, how could I not?

Anyways so this piece is actually very symbolic to the rest of the story. Even though the chapter is quite short it will make a shit ton of since in the long run... Now that I think about it this whole chapter is symbolic, so make sure to keep it in the back of your mind. I hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I do writing it! If you do comment about it... if you don't comment about it.. lol... And a whole seven of you subscribers haven't voted...

I see you seven...

All the Love,

~JR




Comments

They have been reported by me and Allie Miller for stealing our stories... thank you all so much for you're support.... I've been writing on here for years now and I never thought this would happen to me... I'm going to start keeping an eye out for everyone's stories...

JasperRenee JasperRenee
1/6/19

This is becoming so common that it sickens me

BrightStorm BrightStorm
1/6/19

I am going to BREAK THEM

This is so disgusting. I’m sorry. Maybe message them and ask them to take it down? This is your work and plagiarism is a crime still

bubbles.s bubbles.s
1/6/19

I'm so sorry girly!!! And yeah I know at least two of them are stories from this site but unless the author reports them Wattpad won't do anything.

ontheedge ontheedge
1/6/19