Accidental

Security

The rain just began to fall lightly against the windows. Everything outside is grey and blurred greens mixing with blacks. The clock just struck midnight and Harry is nowhere near tired.  The moonlight shone on his face lighting the edges of his soft complexion. He didn't know what was keeping him up but frankly he didn't mind. Shit. He's been shit. Sleep is for people who's minds aren't drowned in old alcohol and broken promises. Harry was falling apart and his life was coming undone at the seems. How to make it stop was a mystery even the smartest person couldn't figure out. How to mend a broken heart and how to put his mind to rest. Harry has been a lost soul ever since his bad break up with a girl named Amy. Two years, man. Two years wasted on a girl who he wasn't even sure loved him back. Everybody knew Harry was head over heels in love, but Harry wasn't sure it was love. Maybe it was just the feeling of not always being lonely in his flat at midnight. Yet, here he is broken, unmended and alone again. Harry doesn't even know why she left and he has no care to figure it out. Why would he? What she did was none of his business. Fuck. Harry muttered to himself. Fuck. He's was a royal mess and had no desire to deny it. 

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Once the rain clouds departed and the sun began to invade the privacy of Harry's room he stumbled out of bed, sharply inhaling the crisp still air that lingered amongst his flat. Opening his closet he reveals the darkness of that night he didn't mean to visit so soon in the day. Amy's things lay on the floor where he had put them to rummage through when he missed her, which was everyday. The pain engulfed his heart once again. The loneliness and the abandonment of being wanted then being nothing to someone who was once your security blanket. Cold and lifeless tears ran down Harry's face as he kneeled on his closet floor. Gliding his hands along her sweaters that she never picked up and her hat she wore when Harry took her out on their first date. The sad thing was that first date was two years ago and Harry remembered it like it was yesterday. Every detail down to the little thing like how she clenched her fists when she had nothing to say and the way he absolutely adored it. 

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Rain clouds rolled back into the sky covering the happiness and warmth of the sun. Niall has invited Harry to come to a party and there's no way he could deny it now. Harry had been in hibernation for about a month in his flat with no contact to any of his best mates including Niall so denying Niall's helping invitation to get him out of the house would only push his mates farther away. They were already so far it seemed and they never tried to get back in until now. Harry needed them though he craved the warmth of his friends hugs abolishing his coldness and making his bad dreams disappear, even if it was only for a little while.