~Louis’s POV~
“Harry, are okay?” I asked, he seemed a bit stand off-ish in the corner of the room.
“Im okay.” He snapped.
“Are…Harry are you high?” I furrowed my brows.
“I just ate the brownie, Lou.”
“Oh Harry…” I walked him from the room, into his bedroom. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
I stormed out of the room, “I’m so sick of this.” I grumbled. I made myself loud and clear by clearing my throat loudly. A plague of hush swept across the room.
“We are cutting camp short.” I yelled. “We aren’t safe interacting with the fans. Nothing is large enough to fit them. It’s scary.” I choked. I felt my heart shatter.
The crowd of people were all long in the face.
“I can’t live in fear.” I whispered. “Make an announcement.”
I turned sharply, ushering out of the door, running. I don’t know where, I don’t know how far, I just kept running. My legs were on fire, and I still kept running. Tears were streaming. I pumped harder at attempting to go wherever I was going.
I sat down in the sand, by some wild flowers.
I began to pluck away each petal.
They flew away, yellow streaks blowing in the wind.
The stem was bare, and continued to pluck at the air.
The sky grew dark.
And, I watched as droplets of water fell onto the sand.
I cried.
Hard.
The rain fell.
And my world crashed down.
2 weeks, Lou.
2 more weeks.
And then…
Maybe,
We’ll be away from this.
Far away.
I cried.
And soon I fell asleep.
Listening to the wind, feeling the warm water bath me.
Tears ceased, and the world, was at peace.
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Welcome to camp: One Direction.
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