Love Isn't That Spooky

Chapter 22

Harry's POV
the next morning I unfurled myself from Louis limbs and crawled out of his bed. I hissed at the cold air as I padded downstairs for a drink. When I entered the kitchen I checked the time, 5:55am. It was too early for this. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and put it on the edge of the counter. I got the water jug out of the fridge and turned around. Suddenly, I felt my wrist collide with a solid object. The glass fell off the counter- it smashed into thousands of tiny pieces on the tiled floor.

Tears welled up in my eyes. Another fuck up to add the list, I just could not do anything right, even pouring a glass of water was too difficult to me. I was useless and hopeless.

Shaking I bent down to pick up some of the pieces but I ended up cutting the palm of my hand instead. I slowly sunk to the floor and knelt down, observing the crimson red blood flow from my palm down to my wrist. I got lost in the world of colour and pain. I was such a waste of space. I let out a howl in pain and cried, watching the salty tears mingle with the dark blood.

Suddenly a small pair of hands grabbed me by the sides and lifted me out of my pathetic glass castle and into the living room. "Harry, Harry, listen to me. Are you okay?" Louis said, trying to sound comforting but worry was etched in his strained voice.

We sat on the couch and I kept my eyes firmly clasped shut so I wouldn't cry. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. He gently kissed the back of my ear and stroked my arm. "I-I'm s-such a fuck u-up, I-I can't e-even g-get a g-glass of w-water without sc-screwing u-up." I stuttered between fresh waves of tears. "Hey, don't say that. You are most certainly not a fuck up. You're wonderful Harry." Lou said squeezing me tight. I started breathing heavier and panicking I had to get out of here, I had to see someone and that someone was Marcel.

I felt my body shake and I violently pushed myself away from Louis, who tried to hang on. We both faced each other panting, what was happening? I could barely breath. "Take me to Marcel's remembrance stone. Please." I croaked out. He silently nodded and grabbed his keys out of the bowl.

As we walked down the stairs I noticed Louis hand hanging limply, cold and sad. I grabbed it in mine, and gave it a light squeeze, to reassure him that I wasn't angry at him, just at myself.

At 6:30am we made it to Elkers and I jumped out of the car feeling claustrophobic. Louis soon caught up to me as I strode towards the cemetery. He tugged at my hand and I stopped and turned around. "Hey," he said, pushing a loose strand of hair our of my eyes, "It's alright." He placed a quick kiss to the side of my cheek. Warmth spread across my face and down my neck. "Okay." I whispered.

I gently opened the wrought iron gate and stepped inside the cemetery. I glanced back to see Louis sadly smiling at me, standing still. A confused expression crossed my face. Louis must of noticed because he told me to have a moment alone with Marcel and that he'd be around in a few.

Finding Marcel's stone in the semi darkness was easier than I expected, but I guess I had memorised the path correctly. The soft grass coated in frost crunched under my boots as I came to a stop in front of the pearly white marble stone. I ran my cold fingers over the smooth surface and sighed. " I miss you buddy." I whispered up to the deep dark blue sky as if he was there, hanging around just to see me. "I brought this guy called Louis, I like him a lot actually. You'd love him, he's funny, cute and charming." I paused to breath in the clean air."I've had a hard week Marcey, but I'm okay. You've always been a good listener. I want you to be the first one to know my biggest secret, I'm in love. I think it's for real this time, I love Louis and I don't know wether you can really hear me or not but I thought you deserved to know."

After a few moments I heard Louis boots crunch through the grass next to me. His small and warm hand slid into mine. "Harry, you've been completely honest with me theses past few days and I think it's time for me to return the favour." He whispered after a few minutes in silence. "Go ahead." I said, turning to face him.

"We still haven't discussed my past involving drugs and I think it's time to smooth that part of my life over. " He said. I nodded for him to continue and he launched into a speech. "When I was little I knew my parents weren't happy with each other. There was always a bitter silence between them. My dad was always angry but he never lashed out. I guess he kept it all locked up inside of him until one day I woke up and he wasn't there. He left. Never came back. Every day since then it was as though my mom was dead to the world excluding us, my sisters and I. When I was sixteen I couldn't bare to witness the pain in her eyes anymore so I packed up and left. I caught busses all the way to London to get away from that dull ache.

That's when I met Zayn, we'd both done a runner across the country, him being from Bradford. We scraped together our life savings to pay a months worth of rent together. He got a job but I struggled to find one. That's when I started heading down the wrong track for a few months. I got in with the wrong crowd, I knew it was bad but the dollar sign argued with me. I was trapped in a dangerous cycle. Then my mom found out where I was living six months later and she sent money over every week which was enough for rent. She broke me of my cycle and for a year I got clean, until the other month but that was because I felt bad about using her money, but I've changed. I'm a new person and I'm sorry." He said, letting out a huge sigh.

I gently rubbed my thumb over his knuckles reassuringly. "We've all done bad things Louis." I chocked on those three little words that scraped the edge of my lips and threatened to escape. He didn't need to know just yet. Instead of crying like I thought we would our eyes remained dry and for that, I was proud. Life's too short to be sad.

"Wanna put our bad times behind us?" I said timidly. "I'd love to Hazza." Louis said smiling. So here it was, at the crack of dawn in a cemetery that we patched each other up and sealed the cracks of heartbreak with our love, even though neither of us said it, we knew it was there.

Suddenly a crest of the sun burst over the hill and golden rays of sunlight streamed down and onto our faces as we beamed at eachother. To me, it felt as though Marcel was cheering us on despite our past and misunderstandings. Louis and I, we were going to make it.

"Thanks for coming here with me boo." I said kissing him on the forehead. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." He breathed. Smiling we walked back to the car hand in hand with smiles plastered to our faces.

A/N: So they're back together and starting all over again. Yay! When will they say that they love each other? Find out in the next chapter, which I shall update ASAP x