《My Immortals(A One Direction Fanfiction) COMPLETED》Chapter 14
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Wow... That was one crazy dream. BTR as the haters? No way!
Alright, let's get up! Wait, why can't I move? What the...?
No matter how much I tried, I could not move. It's like my body wouldn't listen to my mind. I could think but I couldn't move. Oh my god, am I in a coma? No. I can't be. I refuse to be in a coma. Maybe I can open my eyes?
I opened my eyes. Crap, sleep paralysis. My brain isn't fully awake. I saw Harry next to me and he looked really worried.
"Oh, Christina, what do I do?" I heard him whisper. I saw him grab my hand as a tear fell from his eye.
"Gwen, I love you." He whispered, the sentence broken by sobs.
A tear fell on my lips and my sleep paralysis broke. I sat up and wrapped my arms around Harry.
"I love you, too." I pressed my lips to his as he pushed me away.
"You shouldn't love me. I'm putting you in danger."
"But I do love you."
"What are we supposed to do? Gwen, I don't want to lose another love because of myself." His sentence was broken by sobs.
"Harry, it'd be my fault. I'm the one that's walking myself into the trap by loving you."
"And that's not what I want, Gwen!"
"I love you, Harry! I don't care what could happen! I don't care about death! I only care about you!"
"Gwen! Don't say that! Value your own life. Never put me above it."
"Harry, you are my life!"
"No. I don't want to be your life. I want you safe, Gwen."
Was he saying he didn't love me? That he didn't accept my love? This argument was cutting me like a knife.
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"Gwen, I can't love you-" He said, but I cut him off. He can't love me? Why? Because I'm not Chris? Because I'm a human? I didn't want to hear anymore.
"Shut up, Harry!"
"Gwen, let me finish!"
"No! I loved you!" I screamed as I brushed away my tears,"I trusted you with my heart! But I guess I'll never be good enough! I'll never be Chris! And I'm sorry that I'm not Chris! But I'm me, Gwen! And I was stupid to believe that anyone could ever love me!"
"Chris, I- Gwen!"
"I knew it. You just wanted me because I reminded you over her. But when I was different, you never loved Gwen! You only loved the Chris part of me! Maybe it's better this way. At least now they're only after me for my blood and not for revenge!" I cried as I yanked open the door. I felt as if my mind was clouded, my emotions were running high.
"Gwen-" He grabbed for my arm.
"Just let it alone, Harry! I need a break!" I said bitterly as I jerked my arm away and slammed the door. I ran down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the night as rain sheeted down. I ran to the garden and found the pond as a sob escaped my lips. I covered my mouth and continued to run, but I tripped. I caught myself on something and pushed my hair out of my face to see it. It was a statue of Harry, who was smiling and holding his hand out to me. I scowled and pushed away from it and ran into something. I turned around and saw two more statues. Harry was one of them, and in his arm was the beautiful girl from the painting. Christina. I broke down. I sank to my knees and sobbed at their feet. I was soaked from the rain and my tears as I stated at Harry and his beloved. How could I ever believe he actually loved me? Maybe I was overreacting, but honestly, what just happened hurt more than anything that's ever happened to me. I knew Harry still loved Chris, but I didn't think he'd try to replace her with me! I was stupid to believe he loved me for me.
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A/N okay, please don't hate me. It's all part of the plan. Don't worry, it's not like this forever. Just bare with me! And let me know your reactions! Did I make any of you cry? If I did, let me know, cause it means you wrote a good piece if you are able to arouse a reaction from someone.
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