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Chapter Four

Wednesday. June 5, 2013. 9:37 am.

Harry

Gemma sits down in the last available seat. I look up at my family. "Guys, I uh, have to tell you something," I stammer.

"What is it babe?" Louis asks me in a concerned tone.

"A, uh, few weeks ago, I got this, um, letter. It was from the, er draft, and I, uh, I have to go into the military. I've been drafted," I say before looking down into my lap. I feel Louis and my mum on both sides of me. They're talking, I think, yelling actually. Everything is just kind of numb for me. I feel my left shoulder get wet and look over to see Louis crying into my shoulder and clinging to my emotionless body. I can't leave. I'm not fit for war. What will I do without waking up next to Louis everyday? I'll die. That's what is going to happen. I'm going to die. And there is nothing I can do about it. And I only have two weeks to spend with the people I love. So I better make the most of it.

I fling my arms around my mother and sister as they cling on to each other. I can't leave them, the three of us have had each other for so long and I'm leaving them. It's not like it's willingly, but I'm still leaving my family.

What if I don't make it out and I never get to meet a niece/nephew I might get. I won't be there for mum and Robin's first anniversary. I was barely here for their wedding. Why does there have to be a war? Why does there have to be a draft? What am I going to do?

Friday. June 7, 2013. 11:27 pm.

Harry

I zip up my bag and turn around. Louis is staring at me with pity in his eyes. I offer a small smile, and he returns to packing his bag. I lower my head and look at my shoes. I hate upsetting him.. What can I do to make it better..? I sigh to myself and lay down on the bed that Louis and I shared during out little visit. "How much time do we have?" Louis asks in a low voice.

"Two weeks."

"Dammit, Harry, why didn't you tell me," he whispers, starting to cry.

"I just- I didn- I didn't know how to tell Lou. How do you tell someone that you're going to be forced to fight in a war you didn't want any part of? How am I supposed to deal with this? With leaving you? Will leaving my mum and Gem? What if something happens to me and I can't make it back? I don't want you to be upset. Louis promise me, no matter what happens you won't do anything bad," I don't know how upset he would be, I don't want him blaming himself or hurting himself.

"Harry, I just don't know what I'd do without you, I can't even bare the thought of you leaving for a week, and I'd constantly be worrying about you."

Louis comes forward and I wrap my arms around him, we cry into each others shoulders and try to comfort one another.

Friday. June 7, 2013. 3:00 pm.

Louis

I look out the window of the train as it pulls away from the station. Harry's family waves to us, with tears in their eyes, as we leave. I turn back around and meet Harry's eyes that had also just pulled away from the emotional mess that he thinks will be his last goodbye. I pull him into my arms and feel him start to sob, "Louis, I don't want to go. I want to stay with you and work in the record store and grow old with you. I don't want to go into this war with no experience and die. I don't want you to have to identify my body by my dental records. Louis, I just can't go."

I rub his back and try to think of ways that Harry can stay. There are none, it's a bloody law. But why Harry? Why does my Harry have to go fight for a cause he doesn't even believe in? Hell, I'd substitute for him if I could. Wait, we can pay someone to sub for Harry. But who would want to go to war, and how would we be able to afford that?

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this is a shorter chap, but it's because the next one is the last one! i'm thinking about a sequel..

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