Dearest Juliet (Harry Styles)

Prologue

Welp, here it is, my lovelies! One of the new stories!

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I heard her laugh happily. Her beautiful laugh rang through the tiny hospital room with such beauty, that it made a very wide smile spread across my lips, as I tried to contain my laughter. You see, I was under Juliet's hospital bed, trying to hide from, Carla, the night nurse. She was a stocky African-American woman that had a soft spot for Jules. Maybe that's why Carla hasn't really looked for me yet, but she knew I was still here somewhere.

"So, you just can't sleep, eh?" Carla said with a sigh.

"Yep, that's all." Juliet lied, and I saw her hand slid down to the bottom of the bed, and her slender fingers waved at me. That made it all the harder not to laugh, I really wish she would stop being so mischievous.

"There isn't anything or, oh, I don't know, anyone keeping you up, right?" Carla said, as I watched her trainer clad feet walking towards the door.

"Um, not that I recall." She lied again, as yet another giggle escaped her lips.

"I'll see you in awhile, Juliet." She called, "See you, Harry!"

I popped my head above her bed and shot my eyebrows up. "She may be onto us." I said as I pulled my long frame free from the floor.

Juliet laughed again. (She was such a giggler.)

"I'm getting that vibe too." Jules patted the space beside her. "Now come back over here." She commanded, and I obeyed swiftly. I slid in beside her and pulled her towards me, careful not to hurt her fragile frame.

"It's because you laugh all the time." I mentioned.

"It's two in the morning. Right now, everything is funny. So, don't scold me, Harold."

I chuckled at her use of my full name. Even though she was so sick and frail, she still had the stubborn yet playful life in her eyes. Nothing could kill her light. Not even the cancer. I loved her so much for how strong she was. She had to be strong for me and her family sometimes, because on really rough days, we were selfish and we cried. I hated that she has seen me cry over her, but she just smiled and brought me into a hug, telling me that everything would be okay. Even though we both knew it wouldn't be.

"I left you something for when I'm gone." She said in a mere whisper, because she knew the effect these conversations had on me.

"Juliet Hampton, what have I told you about talking like that?" I scolded softly.

She clamped a small hand over my mouth, and looked at me in her stubborn way, "Shut it, Curls. I'm talking." I rolled my eyes, but she continued. "You're aren't going to be nice about it. You'll be stubborn, and you won't want to do what I've asked of you, but you have too. Promise me you'll do it, Harry."

"Do what?" I mumbled against her hand.

She smiled at me, "You'll find out one day." She said as she removed her hand from my mouth.

I slid down on the bed slightly and pressed my forehead against hers, "I don't want this gift if it means I can't have you."

"Haz-" She started, but I cupped her face, and continued like she hadn't started.

"I promise though. Only because it's you, and I've never been able to say no to you." I rubbed my nose against hers softly, "I would do anything to make you happy, Jules."

"This will make me happy, Harry." She whispered, "Now kiss me before I get cross."

I smiled and press my lips to hers gently for a good long while. "You need to sleep." I pestered as I pulled back from her. "I don't want to continue this conversation further, my darling."