How it all ended

Pain goes unnoticed by most - H

While Harry had an amazing job, amazing friend, great family and what you could say a perfect life, he was in pain. Every day he remembered the life he had, the way things could have been. It all hurt so, so much. He didn't know how he was still alive sometimes. Yes, he had thought about ending it before. Especially when, you know who, just broke up with him. He didn't know what to do. He felt lost without Lou. 

He rarely spoke to people about his past. Most people knew, ofcourse, they had been the biggest boy band. Nobody, however knew that when that band broke up, harry's one true love broke his heart. Even though Louis told Harry a million times that he would mess up someday, he had never mentally prepared himself for a day like that to actually happen.  Every day that he woke up alone in his bed was a day that he felt the knife in his heart dig a little deeper. 

A love life wasn't really there anymore, he didn't feel that kind of love anymore. He didn't even react if a hot cute guy walked by, no one was Louis. It sounds sad and it was, at first. Now he just accepted it. He was fine with just having amazing friends and family. He didn't have time for a partner anyway, right. What he in fact could still do was drinking. You could say alcohol was his best friend. Even though that sounds even sadder. He tried to get sober sometimes, but that is hard when someone as pretty and amazing and kind and just the best person in the whole wide world dumped you because you would be 'better off without him'. 

His life got stuck in a bit of a cycle. He woke up at the same time every day, exhausting I know. His morning routine existed of: eating a banana, drinking coffee, reminding himself what his life could be, get dressed and stare out of the big window in his kitchen till it was time to go to work. He would either go by the grocery store after work of take some take out with him. Then he'd end up eating it while crying with his guitar in is hand and an open notebook on the table. The band might have broken up, but Harry never stopped writing. The songs just kept on coming. He won't ever be publishing them anyway, so the songs got deep. I mean like really, really deep.

Life wasn't easy and it could be beter, but he got by. Most people never noticed the pain he was in. He liked to keep it that way. He was still breathing so that has to count for something, right. 

I don't know if i should apologise or anything. Nobody is reading this anyway so I won't. I, in fact, do not know where this is going yet, but let's pretend I do know. Looks beter yk.

Also been noticing my word count keeps being around 500 words so is this long, short, decent or do you not care at all? Bcs idk I read on my phone and write on my laptop so i don't really know lol

Oh and should I add whose pov it is in the title? or nah 

idk too much work anyway so bye :)