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Harry POV
Things lately have been tough. Louis hasn't been "with it" lately. It's like he's living in a dream, an endless nightmare. Or maybe its just me. Yeah, I've been cutting again. Yeah, I've been drinking again. Its ridiculous, I get it. How more selfish can I get, having to cut and drink to forget my ex boyfriend who never loved me in the first place. I don't even care anymore. I will always love him, but at this point I just want him to be happy. Where's the old Louis and when is he going to come back. I don't care if we don't have a future together, like I always thought. No, I really don't. I just want him to be himself again. He's engaged for hells sake. What's going on with him?
Last night was the worst. I wasn't even drunk like I am most nights, no, I knew what I was doing. I cut more than ever before. And with every slice of the skin, groaning in pain, I felt relief. Every last trickle of blood, I felt my breathing quicken. It felt so good, and I knew what I was doing to myself. I was completely sober. I understood I was hurting myself, but I felt no pain. I heard a door close. My front door. My door. I forgot to lock it. In a moment of panic, I threw my blade into the garbage and turned on the sink water, thrusting my arm underneath and watching the water go from clear to scarlett. I ran to my wardrobe and threw on a sweatshirt just in time to see Niall walk into my room. "Hey Harry just coming to check on you. Last night you were drunk, and the night before, come to think of it I don't remember a time you were sober. I just want to make sure you're alright, that's all." Niall rambled and I looked at him, and he looked at me. A look of sympathy shown bright in his eyes. I continued to look into his eyes and smiled. "I'm fine, thank you. I'm not drunk today." I gave him a warm look and he gave me a smile back, but it gave away that he wasn't convinced. "Okay." He said wearily. "Tomorrow's Liam's wedding. Are you ready? Like, do you have your clothes? I'm picking you up tomorrow at eleven, we have to visit Liam before the wedding starts, but do you want me to come earlier to help you get ready?" Niall asked politely, his eyes showing that he truly did want to help me. To be polite, I accepted his offer and he smiled at me with a look of triumph, that he won. I gave him a small smile, only the corners of my mouth slightly rising towards my eyes. "Thank you, Niall. Goodnight see you tomorrow." I said and gestured towards my bedroom door. "Or, Harry, maybe I could stay here tonight if you want. I really am worried about you." There was that sympathetic look again. That look that Niall wears so well. His eyes light up in a way words can't describe. Though they are lit up, they aren't happy. He really does hurt when others are hurting. His eyes are not those you can say no to when all they want to do so innocently is help. "I suppose so." I said, and Niall smiled so brightly and came and hugged me. "Perfect. I had a feeling you may say yes, so I have what I need in the car. Wait here, don't move." Niall said and jumped up and down before sprinting out of the room to get his clothes, possibly afraid if he didn't get back fast enough, I might dissipate into thin air. Quickly, I ran to the bathroom to clean up. In a frutal attempt, everything looked nice enough, and I ran back to sit on my bed. Within ten seconds from that point, Niall was back with a garbage bag with his tuxedo and sleeping items. I took of my shirt and continued to strip to my breifs, and Niall did the same. As he got ready to go to sleep, I thought about what a great friend he really truly is. With that thought, an amazing exhaustion swept over me and I got into bed. Muttering a soft goodnight to Niall, I drifted into a calm, deep sleep, and it was the first time in a long time that I didn't dream about any painful memories. It was purely sleep, and I wasn't complaining. Maybe Niall should sleep over more often.
The next morning, I woke up to Niall shaking me awake. I looked over at the clock to see it was 8:58, the latest I've slept in the longest I can remember. Niall saw I was awake, muttered a goodmorning, and went back to getting ready. From the looks of it, he had already showered, and I was surprised I slept through all that noise. "Go shower, sleepy head. We've gotta go see Liam." Niall said and motioned towards the bathroom. Niall gave me a look, pity I would call it if I didn't know better, but it only staed in his eyes for a second. I shrugged it off and walked into the bathroom. After my shower, I got dressed and ready to go. During this time, Niall had made breakfast and we ate it in silence. When I was just finishing, Niall glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. "We've gotta go." Niall said and took my plate from me, throwing it into the sink and running to grab his tuxedo jacket. I got out of my seat and did the same, and before we knew it we were on our way to Liam's.
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So this was it, I guess. Liam was getting married. Though I don't know what he saw in that girl, I was happy that he found someone to truly love. After we all walked in, being groomsmen, we waited at the altar next to Liam who seemed to have a doubtful look on his face. I gave him a small smile, but it was cut off by the church doors opening and in coming Jenna. She did look beautiful, not as slutty as it could be and as we expected. I kinda blanked out for a while, to be honest. I was being suffocated by the thoughts that Louis and I would never have a ceremony like this. That Louis and I wouldn't have a future together. Once I started focussing again, I heard a gasp come from the audience and looked to see Liam, wearing a disgusted look and backing away from Jenna. "How could you? I can't believe this. If you haven't already guessed, I've got my memory back. And I never asked you to marry me. You little..." Liam trailed off. "I should call the cops on you." He said and pointed a finger at her. So Liam got his memory back... and he never loved Jenna. Oh what a plot twist this is.
