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Author's notes: This is what happens when young girls spend too long staring at their
ceiling, this is my first casualty fan fic I hope
you like it .
"When I was a little girl I had those sticky glow in the dark stars on my
ceiling in my bedroom, and when everything was going wrong and I couldn't take
it any more I would tell my family I was going to bed and go in my room and
turn out all the lights and lay in the middle of the room on the floor and look
up at the stars. I liked to pretend that they were real, to think that each one
was one of my stars and was looking out for me. And I'd lie there on my carpet
in my pajamas and talk to God. The stars were my angles and the only way they
could help me was if I asked god to remind them to. I'd tell him all my
problems and explain to Him why I needed him help, and my stars would listen as
I whispered my secrets into the darkness.
"As I got older I still did it, but not as often, I remember when my first
boyfriend dumped me and I laid in my room all night on the floor and asked my
stars to someday bring me someone who would be careful with my heart, someone
who would love me for who I am instead of who they want me to be. Until then my
stars had always helped me through things. They had never failed me, never
denied me a request I made because I had never asked anything from them that
wasn't guaranteed to me. I didn't think I had that night either.
"Just a few years back, when Patrick was died , I went outside and I laid
under the stars and I asked them to help me through, and they did. And I
believed in them. I actually believed in the stars just like I did when I was 6
years old. I was wrong. There are no magical stars that do what you ask and
help you to find what you need in life. I have studied enough to know, but it
took living to understand that we are alone in this world. But, there will
always be something comforting about the stars. Something about them will
always make me feel like someday all my dreams will come true." Lara took a deep
breath as she finished talking.
She and Harry were
lying on their backs in grass on a summer night, looking up at the stars. She
was so glad to be there with him, of course she'd never tell him that, and she
knew it was ridiculous that she was.
She felt his hand find hers under the blankets as she told him her childhood
secrets. She didn't dare look over at him. She knew she couldn't control
herself. Just lying there, close enough to feel the warmth he radiated she had
to restrain he emotions. "I know I don't have much faith when it comes to
religion, but I believe in the stars, Lara ." Harry said softly.
"You'll get your man. The one who'll respect you and love you for who you
are. I promise you that some loves you."
"I wish I knew who he was." She sighed.
"Maybe you're looking to hard. Maybe he's right
there in front of you everyday and you just don't know it yet. Maybe he's laying beside you." His last sentence was much quieter
that the first two. He gave her hand a tiny squeeze.
"Oh God I hope so," she said as quietly as he had.
Then she felt his breath get heavier on her neck and soon it was nearing her
face. He gave her a tiny kiss in the cheek, then a second a little closer to
her mouth. She gained the courage to turn her head and let her gaze meet his.
She smiled at him and he mirrored the expression. They shared a gentle kiss
then broke apart and looked back towards the sky. Harry unlatched his fingers
from around her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to
him.
"I'll take care of you," he whispered, "I'll love you, and
cherish you, if only you'll let me."
"You're everything I asked for and more."