~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Five(:

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me," he weakly sang.

More tears. Is this what he's wanting from me? More tears? His voice is so beautiful, yet so weak. I looked at him and smiled lightly.

"Harry what are you-"

"I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes

W-when you s-smile," he cut me off. His words began to trail off as he stuttered.

"Harry?!"

No answer.

"Harry please!" I yelled at him, shaking his hand as violently as possible. "Stay awake! Keep singing!"

He close his eyes, his hand still wrapped around mine. He managed a small smile before I saw him close his eyes.

"Harry!! Please don't do this to me!!"

I began to sob uncontrollably. All I could do was get out sobs. When I got there, I ran in and told the woman at the front what had happened, including that I didn't know how he got stabbed. They ran outside and took him from his car, which I had drive there. They told me to park it and then return to the third floor.

After I parked the car, I watched as they rolled him into an examining room. They told me I couldn't go in. I cried so much as I heard him scream. As I heard him cry out for me... There was a nurse that sat outside with me, but even she couldn't soothe my cries. Only he could...

After about an hour, they moved him to an actual room and allowed me in to see him. I ran into the room, tears still running down my face, and hugged him gently. He groaned she my arms and body collided with his.

"Harry! I was so worried! I heard you cry for me and they wouldn't let me come in and I cried so much because I thought you really needed me and they wouldn't let me see you. Harry, I love you so much, I was so scared." I put all of that into one breath and cried into his shoulder. He chuckled lightly.

"What's so funny?"

"You are. You said that as fast as you could. I found it funny."

"Well, it's not funny," I whined, pulling away from him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, embracing me in a hug.

"I'm sorry love."

"I love you so much."

"I love you more."

We sat there holding each other or what seemed like forever. I closed my eyes and felt like I was slowly going to sleep. I felt Harry's hands pull my feet up on the bed as I cuddled close to him.

"Sweet dreams my queen," I heard him whisper before I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up next to Harry. It was the best feeling I've ever had... We were both under the blanket that was strewn across the bed, his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him. One of my hands was intertwined with one of his. Our legs were entangled in each others. It was perfect. As I opened my eyes, I saw that Harry was already awake. He smiled at me and looked at me with those beautiful emerald eyes. He pulled the hand that was intertwined with mine up to my face. He pushed the hair out of my face and let his hand stay on the side of my face.

"Good morning beautiful," he whispered.

His accent was so perfect...

"Good morning."