Written for Sasha!!
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Looking back on her life over the past four years, Sasha never would have imagined she'd be standing here today. Wiping a mascara stained tear from her face, she closed her eyes and tried to remember all the joy in an attempt to forget this pain. She tried to remember the exact color of his eyes, that could only be described as emerald green, and the way his soft curls felt between her fingers. She stood there, ignoring the soft hum of voices and the unmistakable sound of tears being shed. She ignored it all and tried to remember.
The day they first met, Sasha had her short blonde hair straight instead of wavy and pulled into a ponytail while she worked. Being a waitress in her small hometown wasn't great, but all the money went into her fund for moving to London. Harry had just taken a seat outside at a table for two with his sister, wanting to spend a little time together. He had this happy buzz around him, being unable to kill his smile, with his X-Factor audition coming up next week. It was this happiness that led Harry to be extra nice to his waitress, who, he had to admit, was very pretty. She may have been a year older than him, but Sasha was small and adorable, her green eyes screaming youth and fun.
She had given him a shy smile while taking his drink order, and taken the leap of faith when she wrote her name and phone number on their check. Harry had smiled like a giddy child when he saw that, causing Gemma to roll her eyes the entire walk home. He could barely contain himself and text Sasha within minutes of getting home. Sasha had received the text, making her pocket vibrate while her hands were full, causing her to drop a tray of teacups. She may have had to spend extra time cleaning it all up, but it was worth it when she read the cheeky text from Harry, making her entire day better.
It was the following Friday when they went on their first date, which was more awkward and embarrassing than anything, but they still had fun. Harry cracked dumb jokes then entire time, and Sasha made sure to laugh at all of them. This is what gave him the confidence to kiss her goodbye on her doorstep, even though his mom was sitting in the car watching them, but it was worth it. After that, Harry and Sasha spent all the time together that they could until his audition, which he aced, meaning she wouldn't see him for awhile.
A sad smile spread across Sasha's face as she remembered that. It was so much easier when they were young, and she missed their carefree view of the world. A tap on her shoulder pulled her from the memory, signaling that she had to say thank you and goodbye to another guest, who understood why she showed a lack of sincerity. When she was finally able to return her attention to what was before her, she got distracted by the disarray of roses. After tidying them up and making everything presentable, she was able to reminisce again.
Her next memory was from after the X-Factor. Harry and Sasha had spent many days texting and calling, but the further into the competition Harry got, the less spare time he had. Even when the group Harry had been put in was eliminated, he still had no time. If it was possible, he even had less once they signed him and got the whole recording business starting. Sasha hadn't heard from Harry in months, but she still liked him and missed his company. She had been there through the entire ordeal, and he appreciated that.
It wasn't until a break midway through recording many months later that Harry came home. He hadn't spoken to Sasha and had no idea if she was still in town or had finally made it to London. He decided to take a chance and visit the small cafe he had met her at, only to see a familiar head of blonde hair. She had kept it short, and it was now wavy, bouncing around her shoulders as she busied herself going from table to table making sure everyone was happy. He had snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her extremely tiny waist, making her jump a bit. Turning around, Sasha's green eyes met his and they knew it was all downhill from there.
Harry knew in that moment that Sasha wasn't just a crush, and it didn't take long for him to make her his girlfriend. Their relationship was cute and fun, making them a dream to the public eye. It wasn't easy dating a pop star, but Sasha managed out of complete love for her boyfriend, who stood by her and apologized for every bit of hate she received.
Sasha loved that about Harry. He never let her feel down about herself from the hate fans would give her. He would always make sure she knew that she was the only one for him, and nothing could change that. Another tear slid down Sasha's face, and she was surprised she had any left. She thought that all her tears would have been used up, but that's what happens when you try to remember all the good things about a person when you know you'll never get to experience them again.
It was a year and a half later, three years into their relationship, that Harry had asked Sasha to move in with him. They were both living in London now, but Sasha was barely able to make ends met with her dead beat job. She refused to let Harry help out, and he respected that. Just because he made enough money for them to live worry free for life didn't mean Sasha needed him to pay for everything. It took a lot of convincing, but Harry finally got her to agree when he said she could buy all the food, seeing as paying half of his outrageous rent was out of the question. When she accepted, Harry had lifted Sasha off the ground and spun her around, planting kisses all over her face and neck.
A month later, they celebrated unpacking her last box with a fancy dinner. Harry had sent the other boys out on the town to distract the paparazzi, so their night was peaceful. But what made it the most memorable was his proposal, catching Sasha completely off guard and causing the entire restaurant to applaud. Harry had pulled out a ring that was very modest, which made Sasha cry even more. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't want something huge and flashy.
This memory brought another smile to Sasha's face. She even let out a laugh, which was a rare occurrence these days. She could almost feel his finger tips rubbing away her tears and his soft pink lips kissing her own. She missed it more than she thought was possible. Suddenly she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Liam and Louis on either side of her. They each gave her a smile and a kiss on the cheek before walking away together, knowing there were no words they needed to say.
It was a year later that Harry and Sasha finally got married. It was a huge, extravagant party, planned completely by Harry's mom, that made Sasha feel like a princess. She had never been happier, and neither had Harry, both being unable to stop smiling. When the party was over, Harry had swept her off her feet and carried her out to the waiting car. The guests were throwing rice and flowers in the air, making the moment picture perfect. Harry had piled into the driver's seat and started driving to the airport for their honeymoon, but he kept one hand in Sasha's the entire time. It was this action mixed with Harry looking at Sasha more than the road that caused him to run a red light.
Fresh tears started flowing down Sasha's cheeks at a high volume. Tears turned into sobs as she remembered that night, only four days ago, as she sat in the hospital in a wedding dress waiting for news on Harry's condition. The pain only seemed to get worse every moment she spent without him, and standing here, staring at her husband's coffin covered in roses, was the hardest thing in the world for Sasha. She thought they'd have a happily ever after. She thought she would spend the rest of her life with Harry, the boy she loved. She thought she would never have to go another day without the curly haired boy who had come to her cafe four years ago, all smiles and fun.
But here she is, realizing that everything she thought she would have is no longer an option. It was all taken away from her on the day that was supposed to be happiest one she'd ever have. She took a deep breath, and finally placed her single rose on top of Harry's closed coffin. Sasha then turned and walked out of the church, not being strong enough to turn around one last time, because if she had, she would only be plagued with more memories that would make it even harder to say goodbye.
