save my heart (larry stylinson)

Chapter 11: Buzz Cut Season

Chapter 11: Buzz Cut Season

(short)

(pathetic)

(unedited)

(I'm ashamed)

The air was cold, and it picked and prodded at Harry's cheeks. They were red and puffy from dry tears and if you looked the tracks where still noticeable. His old white converse scuffed the sidewalk, eyes scanning his surroundings.

He didn't know where he was going, his head was one big jumble and his arms hurt. But he continued to walk down the abandoned streets.

He could hear distant voices, probably just a group of up to no good teenagers, but he turned away from the voices and started walking down a lowly lit street. Harry was looking behind him when he crashed into something -or someone- and was sent tumbling to the ground.

"Oh gosh- I'm so sorry, let me help you up" A familiar voice rang through his ears.

"Eleanor?"

"Harry?"

"What are you doing out so late?" Harry shook his head, confused. Eleanor was dressed in a short black dress and what looked to be 5 " heels.

"I was just- clubbing" She admitted, "What about yourself?"

"I erm- needed to clear my head I guess?" Harry breathed out, not making eye contact. Eleanor sighed, her shoulders visibly heaving

"Look, I know you don't really like me, and I get that. I was a complete slut in the past, and I know I treated both you and Louis poorly. But I see this crash as a opportunity to fix all that. He doesn't remember how I treated him, and now I can show him what he really deserves."

Harry gaped at her, he knew she was trying to maker herself a better person, in some sick twisted way her mind thought up, but in the end this was just her being classic Eleanor. Using people by their disabilities.

Harry just nodded and turned to walk away when she grabbed him by her shoulder and twisted him back to facing him.

"Harry, there's something I should probably tell you" She jerkily removed her hand from his shoulder, and began to gnaw at her painted pink lip.

"What?"

"Louis' been remembering things, he tells us. Me and the other boys"

She was lying, it was her speciality to lie. He knew that, she was lying to Louis that they were dating.

"He just- they just didn't have the heart to tell you. He hasn't remembered anything about you. He's just remembered things about the boys. Like Liam's old fear of spoons or Zayn's birthday. He also remembered Niall's middle name." She was staring down at her toes peeking out of her heels now, and still gnawing on her now cherry red lip.

"You're lying" He stated. Simple and easy.

"I wish I was." Eleanor didn't miss a beat.

There was a small pause. Harry thought about it, and came to the realization that she stood in no place to lie to him right now.

"Why are telling me this?"

"Since none of them seem to show any interest in telling you, I thought you deserved to know somehow"

"I- um- thanks" He stuttered, shocked into silence at her kindness.

She smiled hesitantly, and just nodded before heading off into the dusky night, heels clicking, filling the dark silence as he stood there in shock for a moment.