The year is 2018, two years after One Direction went on hiatus, and also two years after Louis and Harry went their separate ways. Truth be told, they went their separate ways already a few months before that. They just pretended they were still on...
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Chapter 6
I woke up the next day by the sound of the alarm going off and quickly reached over to turn it off while letting out a deep groan. Why did I even turn on the alarm in the first place?
Right, we were going to Cardiff today.
Letting out another groan, I ran my hands over my face. I was not looking forward to spending yet another day with Harry. Last evening at the restaurant had almost been too much for me to handle. I hadn't expected him to talk to me, let alone confront me about flirting with some man. And I definitely hadn't expected him to do the same thing with a girl in the crew just a few minutes later just to prove a point.
As mentioned before, I hadn't even been flirting with Logan intentionally. I talked to him because I recognized him from the day before, so there wasn't a 'reason' behind my doings, as Harry had made it sound like. What advantage could I possibly get out of doing that anyway?
Shaking my head in exasperation, I sat up on the bed, running a hand through my tousled brown hair. It was only eight in the morning, which was way too early for me. I usually didn't wake up until a minute before ten.
Collecting all my willpower, I got up from the bed and walked over to my closet, opening the white doors to reveal my clothes. Most of them were Adidas, but I also owned a few other brands, such as Vans, Umbro, Fred Perry and Fila. Eventually, I picked out a white, black and grey Fila hoodie with a matching pair of joggers.
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Once I was dressed, I was just about to shut the closet door when I suddenly remembered the dream I had last night. Feeling every muscle in my body tense, I swallowed. My heart started thumping as I hesitantly reached forward.
Should I do this?
It had been almost three years since I last looked at it, and I had promised myself never to do it again. If I were honest, I should probably get rid of it since the proposal would never happen, and if I ever decided to propose to someone else, I couldn't use this ring. It was meant for Harry. It was a symbol of our complimentary tattoos. I had the dagger, and he had the rose.
Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation, I hesitated and brought my hand back to my side. It was probably not a promising idea. I would only be reminded of the time where I had been so sure that it was going to be me and him forever.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath before I decided to fuck it and reached out to lift the pair of t-shirts I knew I had hidden the case under anyway. And there it was, the navy-blue case that I hadn't seen since I moved into this house two years ago. Grabbing it with shaky hands, I brought it closer before slowly opening the lid.
