Some Say the World Will End in Fire |l.s.|

twenty two

"Hey Haz," I smile at him, giving him a quick kiss as I get into his car. "Where are we going?"

"Just thought we'd drive around," he shrugs. Me and Harry love doing this, especially late summer nights. Of course, it's a bit chilly outside right now, but it doesn't really matter to me. I love our late night drives together, it always seems to make life feel a little bit less hectic.

"Alright," I nod. "Hey, did you finish the math homework?" I suddenly ask.

"No," he says.

"Yeah, I only finished half and I gave up."

"Yeah," he nods. I stay quiet after that, realizing he was probably hoping for a quiet drive. I take his hand in mine and he looks at it, having an upset look on his face.

"Is everything alright?" I ask.

"It's fine," he says, but I can hear in his tone that he isn't happy.

"You can talk to me, you know? I know I'm sort of the center topic all the time, but it's okay for you to not be happy too," I tell him softly.

"I told you, Lou, I'm fine," he says, his voice cracking. "Just leave it."

"Haz, pull over," I tell him.

"Babe, no I-"

"Pull the car over," I interrupt him, and he sighs before nodding, pulling over on the side of the empty road. It's quiet for a moment before I hear him sniffle, and I begin to worry about him and what's making him so upset. "Hey, Haz, what's wrong?" I ask him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He shakes his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it, but I know him. "Babe, you can talk to me. Nothing's gonna change, I'm here for you, always."

"I'm scared," he admits, wiping his eyes.

"What?" I ask. "What's scaring you?"

"I'm afraid you're gonna do something, Lou," he continues. "I don't want you to leave me."

"Harry, babe, I would never leave you. What's got you thinking that?" I ask him.

"You're always talking about how life would be if you weren't around, and it's fucking scary to listen to. I don't want you to kill yourself," he sobs, finally letting the tears fall.

"Haz..." I say sadly, unbuckling and crawling across the center console and into his lap, hugging him tightly as he clutches me, digging his face into my neck as he cries. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. I know I've said stuff like that, and I'm sorry I never thought about how you felt. I swear, I won't leave you."

"But you want to," he says.

"I do," I nod, deciding lying about it wouldn't help either of us. "But not if it's at your expense. I'll try to not think that way for you, as long as you promise me something in return."

"I'll do anything, babe, just please don't hurt yourself."

"Talk to me next time you feel like this," I ask, and he nods in agreement.

"Promise," he whispers, and we stay like that for the next hour, just holding each other and promising we'll never let go.