Against One's Wishes

Chapter 27

Harry's window is open and the rain is beating down right outside on his fire escape; his record is playing as low as possible in the corner of his room.

He's throwing different things in boxes as he sits in the floor of his half empty room now. He leans back against the bed, looking at the clock on his nightstand. It reads 5:34 am.

He sighs and begins boxing up different things again, his mind wandering far away from these four walls. And to an apartment building across the city.

He's stacking his bedroom boxes next to his door a bit later. His eyes are finding his clock again... 7:23 AM.

All he can do is count down the hours now... until Louis Tomlinson is just another married man of society. With every minute that passes all that Harry can think is how the real Louis is slowly dying in these last few hours.

Around 10:13 AM, and after Harry has gotten higher than a kite, Nick shows up to help Harry pack. Harry doesn't talk much to him while he's packing up his books now.

"What'd your mum say?" Nick finally decides to ask as he's standing in Harry's bedroom doorway. "About you just... up and leaving like this? She just got here... why can't you wait..."

"Because I need to be far away from here," Harry replies at once, his tone stern and serious. He keeps his eyes locked with Nick's. "My mum... understands. And... she won't have to wait long to join me..."

"Don't you think it's... a bit selfish to just take off right now?" Nick blurts out while he folds his arms and leans against the doorway. "Just... like that... I mean, all of your shit here..."

"All of my things will be brought across the country just like I have planned," Harry states, cutting Nick off mid sentence. "Alright? I've worked out all of it. Either.... Help me leave or just leave, Nick."

Nick stares at Harry for a long pause; Harry only stares back at him, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Ok," Nick finally whispers and throws up his hands. He's grabbing a box from Harry's floor and walking off to his living room, not uttering another word to Harry.

Harry only sighs while he's placing his hands on his waist and closing his eyes. There's so much rage, resentment, and hurt built up inside of him... and all he wants to do is scream. All he wants to do is run away. From everything. From everyone. Maybe even Louis.

Harry knows how much better off he is far, far away from this city; he knows an entire new life awaits him in California. He's sure he'll be an instant success. After all, Meredith has already recommended him to several directors that she knows there. He has so much potential. He's more than aware of that. And his mind knows that this is the best possible move for him.

But his heart... his heart is still with the Doncaster lad across the city. His heart is still lost in blue eyes. His heart doesn't want anything other than a life with Louis Tomlinson... and he's having a hard time letting that part of him go now.

His acting career isn't what it once was to Harry; and he's almost positive it'll never be the same again... because there's something that he wants so much more than his career. He wants a quiet life out in the country away from society and its standards... and he wants that life with Louis Tomlinson, the man that has stolen his heart.

He's bringing out a full box from his bathroom about 45 minutes later. His eyes find the clock immediately. He isn't meaning to count down the minutes until Louis' wedding, but he can't really stop himself from doing so.

Nick sees Harry staring at the clock and speaks up, "it's at... 2, right?"

Harry glances back at Nick, knowing he's referring to the wedding. Harry swallows hard and tries to nod some.