Lirry Stayne One Shots

Payphone

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Harry threw me out, abandoned me, for no reason. I was the one who put up with all his shit and tried to keep our relationship going, I refused to give up on us, but he was the one who forgot yesterday and gave up on tomorrow. So I took his car and just drove, drove until I ran out of gas...

I'm at a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I spent on you

Where have the times gone

Baby it's all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?

The car shuddered to a stop as I leaned over, the tears misting in my eyes but I refused to cry, I refused to let Harry get to me. I couldn't understand where we had gone wrong, we had been the perfect couple, so in love...

Well I was in love, maybe Harry wasn't how can I know he was the one that was fucking whores behind my back, the one who gave up on us, who kicked me out without any reason.

I pulled to the side of the road, the gas sitting on empty. I should have filled the tank but I just wanted to get as far away from him as possible, of course it was his car, not that he realised I still had a set of keys, but he took away my home, I wanted to maintain at least something of my old life.

Leaning back sighing, I looked at myself in the review mirror, brown eyes rimmed red and brown hair mussed and curly from all the times I had pulled at without realising.

I reached over, fumbling with the glove box trying to find some tissues to clean myself up. The compartment fell open, and it was practically empty, except for two photos.

Pulling them out I gazed at them, it was us, Harry and me.

Back when we were happy, I could see it in our eyes the way that we were as close as possible, arms around each other's waists, just us.

But why were they here in the car, I just closed my eyes and allowed the calm to flow over me. Harry kept the photos, maybe there was a chance for us to go back to those people.

Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember

The people we used to be

It's even harder to picture

That you're not here next to me

I slip the photos into my chest pocket, right over my heart as I grab my jacket, wallet and the keys and hop from the car. If I continue to walk down the road I should reach a gas station, I saw it advertised some way back now.

The sky is clear and I can see the stars and the constellations slowly glowing in the darkening sky, the pink and orange tinge of the sunset washing across from the horizon. It's beautiful really, I guess you don't really appreciate nature until you run so far that you end up in the middle of nowhere, where only the road intersects the natural architecture.

Harry had grown up in a smaller town than I had, and he always would gush about the beauty of a clear night sky and how I had to see it at least once, but finding clear skies in the middle of England was a task within itself.

Maybe it's a sign, I thought to myself, maybe it's not too late to try and Harry and I can rekindle the spark that drove us together.

Gas station one kilometre I read on the sign as I continued to walk on.

You say it's too late to make it

But is it too late to try?

And in our time that you wasted