Innocence

Chapter #6

The light crisp wind was blowing easily into Harry's perfectly styled chocolate brown hair, the lifeless boy walking slowly as his discolored, worn-out Converse tread through the freezing snow.

His comfortable wool sweater hugged perfectly around the frozen pale torso of the English boy, but his body was not the only thing icy cold; his usual warm heart was drained and empty, but more importantly, he was lonely and alone as ever.

Harry made a huge mistake on his part, telling Niall he killed himself.

Niall probably wasn't even looking for Harry, and he could name one reason why: Niall never really cared for Harry, to be honest.

If only Harry knew what had happened to Niall all this time.

Niall was cold and desperate, any form of human life completely oblivious to him; he only cared for Harry.

His adoration grew larger and larger, until Niall couldn't take it anymore.

Harry had to be out there, somewhere.

He could feel it deep within his freezing bones, the only thing keeping him alive was the thought of Harry fresh in his lost mind.

His beautiful personality that Niall wished would shine so much brighter for this dull world to absorb in mass quantities.

Harry could do such amazing things without even noticing, especially what he did to Niall.

His gorgeous jade green eyes that Niall wishes he could bathe in, taking in all that it had to offer.

His eyes could be Niall's very own personal sun, because for some odd and unknown reason, they only shown bright when Niall was around.

His curly hair that Niall wished he could get lost in, smell its luscious scent of strawberries and mint everyday.

Niall couldn't do any of this things anymore, and no matter how hard he tried,  he couldn't keep away and simply give up.

Harry was close, and Niall could feel it.

He wasn't going to quit, for Harry.

Harry could only desperately cling onto the gradually fading thought that Niall had seen his hidden message.

But something was causing the poor boy to worry his crumbling soul even more: he had told Niall he loves him.

Not only this, but Harry shared with the love of his life that he loves him more than he has ever loved himself.

This was a sore subject for Harry, and no one knew why, hardly even the boy himself.

Relentlessly, no matter how many problems came to his jumbled mind, he walked slowly through the snow, thinking of all these things at once.

He puffed out a longing sigh out slowly, watching his very own breath dissolve into the nearby air.

Harry enjoyed his actions, a small smile replacing the emotionless expression plastered against his face since the moment he left.

That was three long months ago.

Harry needed Niall badly, so badly it was becoming inhuman to think of someone in such a way.

He loved the warm rush it sent him, though.

"Help me, lord. Help me stay alive for him."

Harry sat down, the bottom of his black jeans soaking themselves with the flaky snow, and began to write in his journal.

 

Dear Niall,

I'm really missing you lately. Despite being far from you, I feel your presence around me. Your fun and happy aura, beautiful blue eyes, I just need you near. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Hell, I’m not sure where you are. I don’t even know where I am. I wish that I never left you, to be honest. Do you miss me? Hell, what am I kidding. You're probably in love with someone else. Zayn, yeah, Zayn. You two hit it off, remember? I'm not sure what to think anymore, but all I know is that I most certainly miss you, and only you. Please hurry and find me.