Chapter Six.

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I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up. I kept saying to myself as I ran, I heard fast steps getting closer to me. I always had to fuck everything up, I couldn’t stop getting in trouble, it chased me everywhere I went. My breath was heavy and fast as I ran; I needed to find somewhere to hide.

I felt a pair of hands grab me by my shoulders and push me, making me fall to the cold ground. I groaned when I felt a sharp pain across my chest and my ribs. I tried to get up but something heavy was placed on my back so I couldn’t move, it hurt.

“You’re not going anywhere, Harry,” a soft voice whispered into my ear.

I hit the ground with my fists, I was frustrated and in pain.

“I’m going to hurt you so bad that you’ll be unrecognizable,” I heard a laugh and that was when I recognized that voice.

It was soft, calm and beautiful, it was Taylor.

I didn’t feel the weight on my back anymore so I rolled over and let out a scream of pain when my back touched the ground, it hurt a lot.

I opened my eyes again and met a pair of electric and mesmerizing blue eyes, I missed them so much but they didn’t look like hers, they looked…shadowed. I couldn’t find that innocent and curious spark in them.

“I’m going to make you fall in love with me Harry, you’ll have no choice but love me with all your heart and when I’m sure you can’t live without me I’ll walk away,” she smiled evilly and got away from me.

That’s when I woke up from the weirdest dream ever, I groaned and lazily rolled over, I didn’t want to move.

My subconscious was really fucked up, what kind of dream was that? What was I running from? Why did Taylor say that to me?

As I stretched out I decided not to think about it, I was crazy so that’s why I dreamt crazy things.

I heard a knock on the door so I walked up to the door and opened it.

“Mate! It’s been forever!” it was Ed.

He opened his arms and closed his eyes, was he really expecting to get a hug from me?

“It’s eight in the morning and you’re already stoned,” I said, shaking my head, “come in,”

He laughed and wobbled inside the room.

“I’ve been writing new songs, dude, I think I can do it big in that industry,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“That’s cool, remember me when your flat arse becomes rich and arrogant,” I laughed.

I took my shirt off, picked up the first that smelt clean from the floor and put it on along with my favourite black jeans and dark blue sneakers.

“Let’s go!” I said as I put the keys inside my pocket.

“Have you washed your teeth?” He asked as he placed his hands on his hips.

I huffed, “fuck off, mum,”

“I just want you to be healthy, son!”

I heard him laugh as I walked in the bathroom. I washed my teeth and when I walked out the bathroom I showed him the biggest smile I could give.

He pretended to shed a tear with his finger “well done, I’m so proud,”

I know I said I was going to stop thinking about that dream, but I couldn’t.  Why her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? I was never going to fall in love with her or anyone, she wasn’t the kind of girl I used to be around, she was down-to-earth and she cared about her future, plus she was way too naïve and innocent, but that was exactly what drawn me to her, her innocence, it felt good to be around someone so pure, someone that didn’t know what it was to suffer or to struggle with things people our age shouldn’t.

As Ed and I headed to Eric’s garage to rehearsal for a couple of hours he talked about everything he wanted to do in a near future. He wanted to see his name up in lights and have an album out in a few years, he really, really wanted it to happen and he was working so hard, I was proud. He was an ambitious guy, and I was the opposite, I didn’t want music to become a job, I didn’t want fame and people to ruin my favourite thing to do in this world so I wasn’t going to work as hard as Ed, I was just going to write songs and have fun with friends.

When we arrived everyone was there, waiting for us.

“Finally!” Eric shouted and hit my shoulder.

“I was asleep, sorry,” I shrugged and Ed laughed.

“You spend the day sleeping,”

“Whatever, let’s do our thing!” Eric cheered and grabbed the red electric guitar.

We sat down forming a circle and started discussing about new lyrics and new sounds.  It was only the three of us that day though, the other two were busy with their girlfriends and stuff I didn’t really care about.

Being like that was cool, only a small group of friends with guitars, writing our thoughts down on a blank page, no worries, no drama, nothing but music and creativity flowing in the air. I loved being able to do this, to get my worries out of my head by writing them down and turning them into art, I wish I could do this every day.

The gentle summer breeze made me feel good, but it reminded me that we were only a few days before ending the year, that meant that I wouldn’t have to attend school never again.

“Guys, we have to throw a party or something for the end of this decadent year,” I laughed.

“Yes! I’ve heard that guy…what’s his name? Um, Tomlinson! You know who he is right? He used to go to our school, well he’s throwing a party this weekend for our last year of school,” Eric said.

“Tomlinson? But he’s older than us,” Ed raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but you know, he likes parties, I guess,” the blond boy laughed.

So his parents die and he throws a party? Way to be a good son. I arched my eyebrows and played a few chords.

“I’m not going,” I said without taking my eyes off of the acoustic guitar.

“What?” The pair said at the same time.

“I said that I’m not going,” I repeated, this time looking at them.

I guess my glance said everything I didn’t say because they didn’t ask again.

I was angry, I didn’t feel like being there anymore so I placed the guitar next to Eric and walked out.

Nobody was going to make me go to that party, I’d go if it wasn’t fucking Louis Tomlinson who threw it, but it had to be him as always.

A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I don't want to rush things too much. I hope you guys understand, I love you all :)

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