“Let’s give Ana and Harry another try.”
May 8, 2012
The Bently Mansion
The warmth that was surrounding my back had disappeared, and my arms were tingling from the lack of skin contact. I sat up in the bed and sighed. But then I realized, I was in my room at Bently. And… Harry’s not married.
My bones jumped in my skin and I brought my knees to my chest. He’s not married. But… Why?
I looked over on the nightstand to look at the clock, but instead I saw a note. Rather cliche if you ask me. I picked it up and it said: I’ve prepared you a sugar coated snack, so please go to the kitchen and eat it. H. xx
I rolled my eyes and smiled, slipping on the blue sundress that was still in the closet. I brushed my hair and shaved my legs, and then I grabbed my phone and sprinted down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and saw a bowl sitting on the table. I walked over to it and smiled. Once again, Rocky Road ice cream. I ate half of it, and then I saw a piece of paper stuck to the microwave.
This is intense, the feels. I walked over to the microwave and nearly ripped the note in half when I took it off. It said: Remember when we were could have stayed quiet, but instead we were just some flowers in the attic? Surprise. H. xx
I shrieked and ran up the stairs until I was under the attic door. I drug it down and popped my head up, hoping that he would be standing there. But instead, there were more flowers in there than there was last time. I sighed and climbed the rest of the way up the ladder, walking over to the bed. There was a large bouquet of roses sitting on the table beside it and buried in the flowers was a note.
I bit my lip and raised the flap on it: I guess I should have brought these up to your room sooner, huh? I got these from the garden. Pick one there for me, and read the next note. H. xx
More notes! I shuffled down the attic ladder and down the stairs, scurrying outside and towards the garden. There was a note on the rose sign but I ignored it and picked a rose. I picked the biggest one out there.
Then the note: I remember the first time we kissed. Remembering it makes me remember all the shitty things I did to you, but it also makes me remember how I fell in love with you. Let’s take a ride in a canoe, shall we? H. xx
I jumped up and ran over to the lake, nearly falling in when my feet hit the water. I went knee-deep into the water until I reached the canoe and untied it from the dock, hopping inside and using the oar to paddle away. I looked in the canoe to see if there was a note, but there wasn’t. I grunted and looked around, anxious to find another note, or to see Harry at all. All these notes and roses felt like he was trying to make me remember everything on purpose. And it hurt. But at the same time I enjoyed it.
Through the distance I saw a yellow piece of paper on the broken dock and rowed over to it. I stood up on the dock and ripped the piece of paper off of the nail it was attached to: You’re getting warmer to my love, bébé. Can’t wait to see you and hold you… And I can’t wait for you to get to the end of these notes. Just walk ahead. H. xx
I wiped away my anxious tears and walked ahead. I was barefoot, and the thickers in the grass made my feet hurt, but obviously I didn’t really care. There was a note on a tree, but then I saw many up ahead and furrowed my brows. I walked to the first one and read it, then to the second, and so on.
All together, they read: Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you to be mine. And I couldn’t help but wonder if you felt the same. I did awful things to you, I admit. But I want you. I ran away without you, and I know that my mother and Penelope are furious. But I didn’t give a damn. I wanted you.
I wiped away my tears and moved on to the big piece of paper taped to the tree: Which is why I have written these notes. I put them in the places where we shared our special moments. And you’re walking towards a new one. I want to do something. Let’s give Ana and Harry another try. Please? I won’t do anything bad, I promise. I’ll love you and only you. And Anastasia, if you would just look ahead, and look at me. I’ll tell you the rest in my own words. H. xx
I immediately looked up and my teary eyes met with Harry’s solid green ones. I was speechless, I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. “These moments could be one of the greats if you just listen, and answer my questions,” he spoke gently and softly and I began to cry again. His voice was so endearing, so beautiful. Talk again.
“I don’t want to wait anymore for you Anastasia. I want to be with you, forever. I want to hold you, dammit. And I want to be there for you when you cry, and when you’re mad and yelling. Hell, I want to be the one you’re yelling at. Again. I love you more than anything,” he took a step towards me. “Do you still love me, Anastasia?”
“Of course I do. I loved you even when you pretended to love me,” I said silently and he took another step.
“I never pretended. After what I did to you, you might have expected that I pretended to love you. But I did not pretend. What we had was real, and whether you liked it or not, I loved you more than I ever loved myself. Every minute I woke up beside you, I found a new reason to hold you close to me. I found a new reason every day to love you, and I am still finding more to this day. I have loved you so hard that I believe I don’t even love myself. All my love was given to you, Anastasia. And I can’t take it back.” He ran his hands through his hair and showed his me a smile once more.
“Why did you secretly give it to Penelope?” I muttered and he clenched his jaw.
“I wanted to keep it a secret.. uhm,” he looked down and twirled his fingers.
“So you admit that you gave her your love as well?” my tears fell faster and he walked up to me, grabbing my shoulders. But I pulled away.
“No. I only gave my love to you. Dammit,” his eyes locked on mine and I huffed, “My love was meant to be given to you. And your love was meant to be given to me. I’ve spent the last five years of my life, looking for someone to love. And Ana, I found you. I don’t have to look around anymore, I don’t have to worry. Because I know that my love was with someone that I could trust.”
“You’re set on saying that I have it?” I smiled and he nodded his head.
“When,” he took a deep breath, “When I met you, I thought that you would be just another girl that would make me scream and holler. Even though you made me scream and holler… I loved every minute of it.” He smiled at me and ran the backs of his callused fingers over my cheek, “You are the reason why I am here, Anastasia.”
“And you’re the reason why I’m here, to be honest.” I laughed a little and he grabbed my hand in his, making me suck in a breath.
“I can’t live without you. I can’t breathe without you. It’s you for me, and it’s me for you. If not, then it’s nothing at all. Anastasia Greene, I have to know that I will be able to hold you whenever I need you. I have to know that you’re still my girl. Are you, still my girl?” he looked at me from under his lashes and I smirked.
“Always, Harry Styles. Always,” I muttered, loud enough for him to hear and he placed his free hand on my cheek.
Then he leaned down and kissed me. His tongue slid over my lips, and I groaned at the contact. He squeezed me affectionately, and he slid his lips over mine; again, and again. I ran my hand through his hair to push his lips harder onto mine, and I earned a hearty groan from the back of his throat. But then he pulled away from me, breathing hard.
“I have to know that you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that you are right beside me. I hope that the only time you won’t be beside me is whenever I am lying in the cold ground. Do you love me that much to promise me?” he asked, smiling.
“I love you, more than anything,” I admitted and he swallowed. “I have to know that you’ll do whatever it takes to stay beside me.”
“I’ll always be beside you, bébé. Even when I’m not close, I’ll always be in your heart,” he chuckled a little, but then his face grew serious, “I need to know one thing. This could be our moment; our long lasting, beautiful moment. This is the most important thing that you could ever tell me. I just need to know one thing…”
“What is it?” I laughed a little.
Then all the world seemed like it disappeared around us. No more noises, no more sounds. No more anything. Just Ana and Harry.
The only thing that I’ve ever wanted was standing alone in front of me right now. No distractions, nothing. Just Ana and Harry.
I couldn’t wish for a better man than this one, and I am so glad that he is dedicated to me as much as I am to him. So it will always be Ana and Harry.
“What is it?” I repeated, and I smiled when his face hovered over mine, his perfect pink lips tugging upward.
Then with his breathtaking grin, his lips formed the words, “Will you marry me?”
And just as I was about to answer, I opened my eyes and covered my mouth; tears filling my eyes when I didn’t feel the warmth of the man I loved in the bed with me…
It was just… a dream…