Breathing For This (Sequel To Trembling Hands)

Chapter Forty Six

Chapter Forty Six 

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~ Harry's POV ~

It been exactly a week since the funeral. We were working on moving into our new, temporary, home - a big beautiful house on the outskirts of the London. I say temporary because Brielle has been begging us to head back on tour. Niall has been trying to hold off as long as possible, scared that she isn't ready to be on the road yet, but there's only so long we could drag out the booking process: we had a month at most.

"I had the furniture moved in today," Louis smiled, "they should be done by tomorrow morning."

"That sounds great! It'll be nice to be in our own place again," I replied, "this morning, I went to the continental breakfast downstairs - bad move." 

Louis laughed, patting my back, "that one's on you, mate. You should know better by now." 

"Yeah, you're right," I laughed along with him. 

"So... have you spoke to Brielle at all lately?" he ask worriedly, "I hardly see her anymore." 

"Same," I sighed, "Niall said she barely talks to anyone, including him. She won't even come watch TV or play a board game with us anymore... I really miss her, Lou." 

"So do I, Haz, but I don't know if we should be pushing her right now," he frowned, "she's too close to the edge." 

I nodded, "that's what I'm afraid of... but I feel like we should be doing something." 

"I understand. Maybe we should talk to Niall? If anyone can pull her back, it's him," Louis suggested. 

Zayn abruptly barged in to our suit, looking nervous. He quickly looked behind him, and then back at us, "we have a little situation in Brielle and Niall's room..." 

"Situation?" I questioned, following him out into the hall, Louis close behind.

Jogging to keep up with us, Louis asked, "what kind of 'situation'?" 

"I'm going to let you guys see for yourselves..." Zayn muttered. 

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~ Louis' POV ~

I know I shouldn't have, but I laughed when I saw it: Brielle was bouncing on the bed holding a broken lamp, laughing hysterically with the lampshade on her head. I glanced down and saw the empty bottle of booze on the floor.

"I just want to thank you all SoOoOo much!!!" she laughed, "I've never seen a lamp this beautiful before!" 

"I'm sure you haven't," Niall smirked, prying the lamp out of her hand before she cut herself on the shattered light bulb.

"No, seriously!" she stammered, "it's like the Gucci of lamps! I just want to marry it!" 

"You're already married, love... to me," Niall couldn't help himself from laughing. 

"Boobear!!!" she slurred, pointing at me, "remember when you got me all those sparkle-ies for my hair and I sparkled you up all pretty?"

"Uhh, yeah?" I laughed in confusion. 

She hopped off the bed and started rubbing her head against me, "can I get that again? This just isn't the same without the sparkler-sparkles!" 

I rolled my eyes and sat her on the edge of the bed, "I think you need some water... and an aspirin because you are going to be hung-over to all hell in the morning."