Secret Admirers //one direction//

Pluviophiles?

Monsoon of July

Harry's Pov:

I look up from the newspaper when my phone makes the desk vibrate. I pick it up, reading the text message on the screen and letting out a sigh.

Tracey: How are you doing?

I didn't expect such a text to come today. Over the last few months no one has checked up, on me. It catches me by surprise and I decide to reply.

Me: Why are you asking me?

Tracey: She's leaving today.

I stand up quickly.

Me: What do you mean by she's leaving today?

My heart is hammering in my chest and dread spreads through me.

She's leaving today.

What?

My gaze falls to the nightstand, a black and white drawing of a maple leaf stares back at me. I still remember the day she drew it for me.

I remember the way she creased her brows and bit her lower lip as she focused on her painting, her fingers gripping the top of her drawing board.

I was too broken and unfeeling back then to know what I truly had in front of me. It was back in the wasted days when I still tried to push her away, still 8believed I could make it out of it, unscathed.

How stupid I'd been.

Now I'd give everything, just to talk to her again, just to see her eyes look right back at me. I'm pathetic, I know that, but I also know there's nothing I can do to change it. It kills me everyday.

She made my frozen over heart thaw, and now it's aching.

Tracey: Louis told me they're going.

I stare at the message in shock. Louis?!

Louis is a going away with Perry?

Without thinking twice I run out of the bakery and get into the car.

"Where are you going Harry?" My sister, Gemma, cries.

I ignore her call and drive away. I had been living in my hometown, Homes Chapel in Cheshire for five months.

I almost crash against a passing vehicle while getting out of the driveway after the two hour disgusting drive. I wildly park the car in front of Louis' house and run to the entrance.

"Louis!", I scream, banging on the front door. "Open right now! Louis!"

The door opens before I can assault it any further and a confused-looking Louis comes in the frame. "What-"

All the things I planned to shout at him on the drive, there fade away into nothing, and my arms fall at my side. "Why?", I ask, the defeat in my voice matching the one in my heart.