"This is all my fault. Mine, yours and Lizas." I laugh bitterly. "If she hadn't told me to em-embrace this lifestyle-If you hadn't danced with me-if I hadn't gone to that stupid party." I cried, the tears ran down my cheeks and I didn't dare move to...
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*short chapter* ---- unedited Sixteen
Soon after Felicite and I broke down in tears, Felicite helped me back into to bed with Harry and said she was going to have to go home to be with mum. I had only nodded and pushed myself back under Harry, who moved only slightly before pulling me close.
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I was still pressed up against Harry but I wasn't crying. I was almost numb. Memories with my grandpa flashed by, all the silly things we used to. Finger painting, skipping stones, playing hide and seek and that one time we played Tag and he broke his hip. I freaked out and cried and apologized constantly until he was okay to walk without a cane. My grandmother was still alive at that time. I miss her too.
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Hours had passed. The sun was up and the birds were chirping when Harry finally woke up. We hadn't moved much. Mainly because I hadn't slept.
"Morning lou." Harry murmurs. His eyes are still closed as he nuzzles into my hair. His arm tightening around my waist.
"Morning." My voice sounded weak and raspy. Harry pulled back and looked down at me, we made eye contact. He knew something was wrong.
"Louis, what's wrong?" He pouted slightly. I looked away, focusing on the two birds under his collarbones.
"My grandpa died." Even as I said it, I didn't feel anything. I didn't cry. My voice didn't shake, granted it wasn't strong to begin with.
Harry pulled me into him, arms incredibly tight around me. "Oh Louis." He whispered, one of his hands rubbing my back. I wiggled out of his hold, looking up at him.
"I'm fine." I stated firmly. Harry frowned.
"Louis, you just found out your grandfather is dead and you expect-"
"I don't expect anything." I paused and shook my head. "I just don't want to talk about. I need to shower-we need to shower." I mumbled, sitting up and getting out of bed. I stripped off my clothing and turned to look back at Harry. I raised an eyebrow.
