Prologue

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I can still recall our last summer.

I fell hard and fast for Harry Styles. I know I would never feel this way about another man in my life. Staying awake to watch the sunrise,  tangled together in the sand, laughing until our ribs get sore, and fueling our bodies on nothing but carbs and wine.

My hands stay sitting in my lap as I stare at the blank piece of paper on the kitchen table. My body has become stiff and I can't find the words to write. I'm a coward. When Lainey and I first arrived in Italy my intentions were to never fall in love. All I wanted was a girls getaway to see the world. Harry canceled those plans.

Why did it have to be me?

Saying goodbye to the person who showed you what it's like to be loved isn't easy. I never thought I was easy to love. Growing up I craved feeling the love and affection from my parents. As I got older I got used to the feeling of a loveless home. Love was never a feeling I understood. Until I met Harry.

Harry showed me what true love is. He brought so much warmth into my life and I will never forget about him. He taught me how to smile again. He's the type of person you'd give the last piece of cheesecake to. When he smiles he projects a feeling of sunshine that makes you smile back. Loving him was like coming up for fresh air. I was drowning and Harry saved me.

This is the most heartbreaking thing I have ever done. I can't bring myself to say goodbye face to face. He deserves a proper goodbye, but there's no way I can look into his eyes right now.

I fell crazily, stupidly, head over heels in love with him.

Our time has come to an end, Harry. I don't have a single regret and you need to know that. You deserve to know why I didn't say goodbye.

Through the laughs, the tears, the drunken nights stumbling home, and the time we spent glued to each other's skin in our bed. I can't express how sorry I am for breaking your heart.

All I can think about is the look on his face when he wakes up in the morning to find me missing and the note I left on his kitchen counter. I'm going to put his heart through so much agony.

I never wanted it to end like this.

My shaky hands find the strength to pick up the pen that has been sitting in front of me for about an hour now. I press it against the paper, not knowing how to start this.

"Dear Harry..."

Suddenly my hand begins to take over and the words spill all over the white page.

"...I remember when we first met, it was one of the best days of my life..."

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