Truly, Madly, Deeply

                                    

                                          
Harry's POV: 
                          
  

  "So who... was that girl?" I curiously asked Taylor. "Oh...um she's just a.... Stranger who probably went to a wrong room and thought you as somebody else." I look down at my hands. I couldn't help it... I feel like I know her, deep down in my heart. I feel like there's this strong connection. Then I noticed a ring on my marriage finger. "What is this ring?" Taylor looks down, thinking hard. What's going on in her head? "Oh! That ring! It's um... A ring you gave to me. It's a promise ring. You've promised that you'll marry me." She gleefully said, clasping her hands onto mine. That night, I was alone in the dark room. The only light that was in the room was the moonlight shining onto me. I lay down, still thinking about that girl who visited me today. The terror in her eyes, the worried tone in her voice. Just by seeing her, my mind goes crazy. 'Stop it. What are you thinking Harry? You're in love with Taylor?... Or am I really in love with Taylor?' I silently thought to myself. My eyelids had gotten heavier and heavier. Soon enough, I fell into a deep sleep. 
                          


Mackenzie's POV:

 
                          
  I fiddle my fingers as I wait to be released from the hospital. Harry is still staying at the hospital for a couple of weeks. "Hey, ready to go?" A voice jolts me back to reality. I look up to see a smiley Niall. His large hand reaches out to me. I took it, his hand enveloped mine and with that, we left the hospital. 
                          
   I stared outside, deep in my thoughts. If Harry completely forgot about me then I should forget about him. It’s that simple. I'll move on and get back to my studies. "Mackenzie?" I turn my head towards Niall,
                          
"Mhm?" 
                          
"Are you okay?"
                          
"Yeah, sorry. I was deep in my thoughts."
                          
  He beamed me a friendly smile. "Well, by the time Harry's o-...." I flinch when I heard that name. He knew how it still kills me to hear that name. He cleared his voice and continued talking, "...is out of the hospital, we'll have to leave Paris and return our normal life." He nudged my arm for no reason. "What was that for?" I giggled. "Oh nothing." He continued driving on an endless road that does not look like the same road we’d use to go back to our hotel. "Where are we going?" "Back to our hotel? I accidentally took the wrong road." a smirk was shown on his face. 
                          
  I fell hopelessly onto the soft bed. But then I felt a strong body on top of me. "Niall?" "Come with me?" I let out a deep sigh and roughly push him off of me. I stroll outside and turn back to see Niall, still on the bed. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go." Niall got up, walking towards me, and took my hand to guide me to a unknown place.
                          
  What stood in front of me was a small picnic basket, candles around a blanket, and a guitar. I heard waves crashing onto the hard ground, the smell of salt water. "Why are we here?" "You ask too many questions Mackenzie. Just enjoy." He guides me to the blanket and took out plates, utensils, and variety of foods. Everything he's doing to me reminds me of Harry. I flashback occurred to me of the night Harry confessed his love for me. 
                          
*FLASHBACK*
                          
  "You see that constellation right there?" I was having trouble trying to find the constellation he was talking about until I finally found it. "It's Hercules." I stated firmly. "Isn't he strong and could break anything, right?" Harry asked. I nodded my head in agreement. "But ya know... there was actually one thing he'd never broke before." I was confused at that statement because Hercules was unbelievably strong. He got up in a sitting position and continued staring at the stars. "He never broke my love for you... '
                          
*END OF FLASHBACK*
                          
  "Everything alright Mackenzie?" He asks, still chewing on his food. "Yeah. Its a bit chilly Niall." he took his jacket that was lying next to him and sweetly put it around me. He then grabs his guitar, his finger strumming the guitar chords. Words came out of his mouth that put me in a trance.
                          
Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss. 
                          
And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this
                          
I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl. And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world.
                          
    After 3 minutes of singing that song, I clapped. "Bravo! Bravo!" Niall stood up, bowing, then return back to his sitting position.
                          
"It took me forever to make that song."
                          
"You wrote that song all by yourself?"
                          
"No. Some people helped. Here and there but yeah I guess I did work on that song all by myself."
                          
"Hmm... What inspired you to make that song?"
                          
"A girl. Thinking about her made me motivated to make this song. Just for her."
                          
"Oooh! Who's the girl?" I foolishly wink, smirking. But I knew how stupid I probably looked so I rubbed the smirk off of my face.
                          
"You really want to know?" 
                          
   Before I had the chance to reply back, I felt a pair of lips crashing down onto mine. My lips happily agreed to his as I follow his lip movements. Throughout the make out session, I felt nothing. Probably little sparks but not as big as the sparks I've felt with Harry. We finally let go then heard Niall muttered something that left me speechless.
                          
"It's you who I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with."