Loud

Chapter 54

Quick little side note! The first lines in italic's is from the first chapter ever from this book and it's to how far Andy and Harry have come, in case you guys got confused, ANYWAY, THE LONG AWAITED ANDY POINT OF VIEW!!! Enjoy and make sure to vote and let me know what you think xo 

Andy's POV

I remember back to the start when it started

He would get out of bed and put on a new pair of clothes and I would lay in among a bed too big for my little figure that suddenly got cold and I don't know why "please come back to bed Harry, It's late lets sleep" harry softly smiles and for a second his eyes are back to green. He had eyes the most beautiful shades of green I've looked into more times than I can count.

They aren't green anymore.

It's funny when you think about it, Harry and Andy, Andy and Harry; no one really, including us appreciated it. Appreciated the love that was shared between us, the story we created for ourselves and the art we made.

Funny how Harry reminded me of art.

You fall in love with someone and you think they're it. Sometimes they are but then there is other times when they just aren't. We had what felt like the whole world rooting for us but we still

How do you know when the time is right, when you should or should not do something? School never taught me how to deal with a broken heat or the man you love marrying someone that isn't you and whether you ruin someone else's happiness for your own.

Do you think being in love is justification enough to ruin someone who doesn't deserve because you believe this persons your soul mate? I found being alone, that the best version of myself was when I was with him. It was tiring and hard but nothing worthwhile is ever easy, it takes time and patience which I think I needed more of.

There can be 1000 novel written about a boy with green eyes who goes down a path of destruction and never finds his way back but more often than not, he finds his way out and to the light he needed. He thanks and prays to god for helping him find his way and he lives happily ever after but no one ever stops to ask what happened to the people he left in the dark, to the person who helped him get through it all. Do they just get left behind?

I try to calm down my breathing as I take each step, the sound of the dirt road beneath my feet being the only sound ringing through my ears and the distant sound of excited voices. If only it was so easy to understand, to take his hand and run away but what would we be leaving behind, Harry a heartbroken lover and me? Well I'd be leaving behind my dignity and running away with a broken dream and love. The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn't live without him. Apparently I could.

The noise that surrounds me becomes more apparent and my mind wonders around the surrounding and it looks beautiful, it really does. I can tell Sam picked out mostly everything but I can see pieces of Harry here and there and that makes me smile.

"Andy" I'm faced with blue eyes in a tux and he looks truly beautiful "You're here" and he has a hint of different emotions all in his voice that range from a scale of bad to thank god "I'm here" and he engulfs me in a hug that feels familiar and reminds me of a life I used to live .

"Are you going to see him?" and I pause for a second "There's someone else I need to see first" and he nods in acknowledgement, taking my hand and leading towards the back of the church towards the most dragged out minutes of my life.