Chasing Harry - LS [2013] [2/3]

Epilogue; My Understandings

The Grande Finale of Chasing Harry.
Wow.

I did it―we did it :)

Chasing Harry will be started as of Next Week ! 


song― My Understandings by Of Mice And Men

Thank you guys so much for everything, following the Ep, I will post a sountrack and thanks―******I will maybe do another Q&A like I have done for Chasing The Moments so PLEASE, if you have questions concerning this fanfic, THIS IS THE TIME TO ASK*****―I will answer as many as possible.

Thanks for the support―this story was easy to write and I'm sure the third won't be either―though I have many ideas for it !

―The ending is what I chose; and some of you make me seem too predictable.

A littleover a year ago I was finish Chasing The Moments... wow.
Thank you all.

-JustAkiss xox

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Epilogue

Louis

 

“Another,”

            The bar tender passed me one more shot of scotch and I took it. I placed the glass on the bar, making a loud sound as I felt the liquor go down with a burn.

            The last thing I ever wanted to do was to drown myself in alcohol.

            But what the hell right?

            What Harry did was just too much for me to handle right now―and he didn’t seem to be aware of it because he tried calling me at least seventy times which I had to end up turning off my phone. I didn’t want to hear him nor did I even want to think about him, I just wanted his image to disappear from my mind and for people to not mention him everywhere I go―I just need space where he isn’t around in any way shape or form.

            I can’t be blamed for what I chose to do.

            I’m not the bad guy here; Harry is despite the blameless alibi.

            “Do you need to me to call you a taxi?” The bar tender asked.

            I looked up towards him and looked over to the clock near him; it was almost four in the morning―and I was in no condition to drive regardless of the fact that I just got my new car.

It didn’t even matter right now―like I mentioned, nothing is.

            Just the big hole in my chest and how to take care of the ache.

            “Sure,” I answered.

            It was the last thing that I expected Harry to do.

            I understood if he would have kissed her at midnight―it’s what people do.

            Sometimes I wish sex was just nothing―that it didn’t mean anything and that it wasn’t an intimate act. It ruined everything and it just makes things that much more complicated and big to deal with. It breaks hearts and it opens new ones though most of the time it is used as the most useless act there is―so why not just not do it? But there’s a different between making love and having sex―tonight, I wasn’t sure what Harry was about to do; have sex or make love. Either one he was going to do it and that doesn’t change how I feel.  I remember the first time between Harry and I―it was one of the best nights of my life.