SPACES [Editing]

White Noise

Songs of the chapter:

- All Through The Night by Sleeping At Last
- War by Kodaline
- Unsteady by X Ambassadors
- Remedy by Adele
- EASE by Troye Sivan
- Hold You In My Arms by Ray LaMontagne

We're on the 100th chapter of SPACES!!!! And I love this chapter so much!!!!

I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER SO FAR (for the second part of the story) BUT I FOUND MYSELF REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITING IT??? IDK

Hannah Walker

"Are you sure you can't make it?" I asked-- almost begged Liam.

"Look, Harry's not a harmful person. He's not going to hurt you. You wouldn't have to lie to Louis because he's not supposed to find out; he's supposed to be sleeping. Just let him see his husband. That was part of the agreement. He can go and see him anytime he wants." He replied.

I couldn't say no when Liam told me that Harry was going to come over tonight to check up on Louis. I've only seen him twice so far and both instances didn't turn out very well. I know he hates me but I appreciate how he's trying to be civil about this-- he needs me and he knows it.

I called him at 1 am, an hour after Louis has fallen asleep. It's been four days and it's been very difficult to deal with the situation.

Louis wasn't as stubborn as I thought he would be, but he asks more questions, none of which were about Harry or being married. His arm has recovered but his leg hasn't-- he still can't walk without crutches. Yesterday's hospital trip was a pain because even though Liam was there to support him physically, it felt like he was inconvincible when we started talking about getting him a psychiatrist.

The doctor said it would be better for him to have weekly sessions with a shrink but he was insistent that he doesn't need one. He thinks that there isn't much to remember because not much has changed-- he doesn't know how much of his life he's been missing. We just decided to let it go and ask him again when he starts remembering.

When Harry came to the apartment, he looked different. The nice kind of different. Probably because the last time I saw him at the hospital, the second time I've ever seen him, he looked tired and worn out. Now he looks like he's gotten some rest, but not enough to put a vibrant smile on his face.

"Hi." He said with a slight pursed-lip smile as soon as I've opened the door.

"Hi. Come in." I replied, stepping to the side to let him in.

"For Lou. He... He likes them. I don't know if he still does, but I bought them anyway." He said, handing me a bouquet of Equatorial red roses. I took them from him and gestured for him to sit on the couch.

I picked up one of the vases from the storage and when I went back to the living room, I saw him looking at our old couple photos. Louis used to have them printed out and put into picture frames so we had something to decorate the apartment with.

"Those are old ones," I explained. "Niall must've found them and placed it there so Louis wouldn't suspect anything."

The atmosphere was filled with awkwardness and my unsaid apologies. His face was easy to read. I can tell that he wanted to turn down each frame, like he regrets even looking at them.