Sorry for the late update. My brother had played in the band for the football game and we just got home. The game ran into overtime, and yeah. But an update nonetheless!!
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2 am.
Two hours after midnight.
Third day of the week.
Fourth week of the month.
Two weeks since he left.
Two weeks since he didn't accept the apology.
Two weeks since everything crumbled.
A week and a half since Harry was given the divorce papers.
Three days since Harry has shredded the divorce papers.
A day and a half since the cops came by.
Four hours and twenty minutes since Harry has been arrested.
How was Harry arrested? Well Louis came over to get his things and asked when the papers were going to be signed.
"Hello?" Louis asked as he poked his head through the front door to see if anyone was home.
He heard no sound, so he continued to wall through the door, softly shutting it behind himself. He then proceeded to lock it and made his way to the entrance of the kitchen to see Harry standing there with a bottle of scotch in his hands and a unopened bottle of water next to him on the counts.
"Harry?" Louis asked broken.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked coldly.
"To get some of my things. Harry, why are you drinking?"
"Its 3 o'clock somewhere."
"7 o'clock." Louis retorted.
"Whatever. Get your things and get out." Harry says chugging down some more scotch.
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An English Crisis || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016
FanfictionTwo teachers, One Building. You do the math.
