Boundless •L.S•

See you again|34

Harry doesn't know what to do. A sense of helplessness has washed over him, torn as he isn't able and comfort his - Louis.

He finds it difficult to deal with emotions, which has always been a problem Harry has always tried working on, and yet here he is;

Torn between two opposing forces, pulled in different directions by conflicting emotions and obligations. On one hand, there's a deep sense of responsibility and duty, compelling him to take action and make things right. But on the other hand, there's a nagging feeling of powerlessness, a realization that no matter how hard he tries, he can't fix everything even if he tries.

Both men sitting by each other know what is happening back in England can not be stopped as it had been happening for so long, you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved, all you can do is try to accept that.

Harry knows how the silent man sitting beside him feels, solely because Lea is his close friend too and losing her would be a hard process for him too, he knows how each passing moment seemed like a betrayal to the inevitable departure looming on the horizon as the lingering but unspoken plea had that selfish yearning.

He knows because he, too, doesn't want to lose his friend, but he also understands how Louis must feel having to lose yet another person so close to him.

How he must be pleading to any god above in a fervent plea, a desperate entreaty to a higher power to defy the natural order of things. For deep down, he knew that his plea was but a whisper against the vast expanse of the universe, a feeble cry in the face of inexorable fate.

Harry is left there, not knowing what decision he is to make.

In the midst of sorrow's embrace and the confusing atmosphere, their fingertips brushed against each other like hesitant dancers on a sombre stage. A silent understanding passed between them.

As their touch met, a delicate shiver of recognition rippled through the air, weaving an invisible tapestry of comfort and support.

With a gentle squeeze, they conveyed a silent promise - one that terrified them down to their dancing souls that had come to be tangled among each other.

Yet, just as quickly as the connection was forged, it was abruptly severed. With a fleeting, heart-wrenching motion, Louis withdrew his hand, leaving behind an echoing void that seemed to swallow the warmth and solace they had briefly shared.

With trembling fingers and a heavy heart, Harry reached out once more, desperate to bridge the chasm that had opened between them. But Louis remained resolute, their hand firmly planted by their side, an impenetrable barrier separating them from the fragile flicker of hope that had briefly illuminated their shared darkness.

And as the Curly haired lad watched helplessly, his outstretched hand hung limply by his side, a silent testament to the profound ache of loss that now permeated the space between them. In that moment of rejection, he felt more alone than ever.

As the sting of rejection burned hot against Harry's skin, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of inadequacy wash over him, as if his very existence had been laid bare for the world to see. The laughter of disbelief echoed in his ears, mocking his foolishness.

'Who do you think you are?'

In a quick hurry to get away from the feeling of shame and having to lay bare with his emotions, Harry gets up and leaves for the small room into the back if the plane, closing the door as with rejection came the familiar sting, like a sharp knife carving deep into his soul. In response, he began to retreat inward, closing off parts of himself like shutters slamming closed.