Kiss It Better

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

"What's the next flight out of here? Preferably far away. Like, a different continent far away."

The middle aged woman at the front desk gave him a weird look before browsing the flight options. He probably looked horrible, he'd only stopped crying a couple minutes ago when he first walked in.

"There's a departure for New York City in... Four hours?" She looked at him skeptically, not suspecting him to say yes.

"Perfect." He lied. All he wanted to do was to curl up in Harry's arms, have him whisper about how much he loves him and kiss away his tears. But he can't. Because he's fucked everything up, like he always does. He's a fuck up, he's known that for a long time. He's lucky that he's had the time with Harry that he did. He shouldn't be greedy. Harry can find someone that can actually give him what he needs, what he deserves.

She gave him his plane tickets before he checked in his luggage and headed towards the gate. He had thrown a beanie over his head along with a soft, baggy jumper that wasn't even his and a pair of grey jeans.

Even after going through security, he still had three and a half hours to kill. He didn't even want to think about sleep. He could barely sleep even when Harry was with him, he was dreading the moment he absolutely had to sleep.

He went and bought melatonin at the small drug store by the food court. For the first time since he met Harry, he thought about dying, thought about killing himself. He thought about swallowing every pill in that bottle, how blissful that would be. Being nothing. How much better his family's and Harry's life would be if he were gone.

The guy at the register cleared his throat and Louis blushed and offered an apology before paying.

He felt a vague sense of satisfaction when he walked by the food court and realized he didn't have to eat.

Yet, there's was still a slight ache in his heart when he realized there was no one there to care.

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"You don't think he'd actually.. Kill himself, do you?" Niall asked with red rimmed eyes.

"I don't know, Nialler." Li said truthfully, slinging his arm around his shoulder.

"I'm such an idiot." Harry mumbled, hugging one of the shirts that Louis had left to his chest.

"You are." Zayn agreed, though he still wrapped his arms around the nearly crying, broken hearted curly haired boy.

"What's the last thing he said?" Li asked while Niall shrugged from out of his arm and hugged Harry from his other side.

"H-he asked if I was leaving him a-and I said I d-didn't know." Harry stammered, clearly fighting back sobs.

"Harry." Zayn sighed.

"I-I know, but I was hurt and I wasn't thinking clearly-"

"It'll be okay." Liam cut in.

"It will." He insisted at the incredulous look they gave him. "We just have to wait."

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Louis had only slept three out of the ten hour flight.

He groggily exited the plane and went to the desk and he decided on the first hotel he saw and rode a taxi there. He's fairly confident he was slurring his words because he was so tired but the woman at the front desk seemed to understand him well enough.

He had barely managed to get to the bed before falling asleep, fully clothed.

When he woke up next, it was ten o clock in the evening. He decided to check his phone and saw the missed calls from the boys, from his mum, from Lottie and- oh. Harry had tried to call him.