We Fell Apart

Picking Up the Pieces

Harry's POV

I looked towards the door in hopes of seeing my princess coming to rescue me, but of course my hopes always get torn down. You know the saying , Don't your hopes up too high? I used to think that was shit, but now i wish i believed.  

My mom's face appeared in the doorway. Her horrified expression amused me in a weird way. 

"What, you didn't expect me to ruin this damn place?" I questioned her with a smirk

I though she knew me well enough to know that i was a complete fuck up that happened to ruin everything in my life. 

"Harry, why?" 

 I knew she was scared and i didn't answer because i don't quite think she would like the answer.

She came in and started to look around, pick things up, but no one could pick up the pieces of my heart, not even my mom.

"Just stop",

The hurt look in her eyes almost made me care, but the alcohol pumping in my veins didn't help much.

Lennon's POV

1 week.

7 days

168 hours.

10080 minutes,

Alone. Without my Harry to hold me in this shit apartment. I needed to do something. Anything, besides lie in bed thinking about how fucked up my life is. It hasn't done me any good. I've been eating away at myself. Deteriorating and killing myself slowly. I needed to get up. Open the blinds, and embrace the sunlight. I needed it. 

I forced myself out of bed.  I dragged myself into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. The warm water refreshed me and i wrapped myself in a towel. The warmth reminded me of Harry and i had to stop myself before the tears started to fall.

After i dressed i decided to go to a small book store i saw when i arrived in Holmes Chapel. I found myself wondering what Harry was doing right now. I wondered what he would think of this place, so peaceful and quiet. I had to stop. If i was ever going to sort my life out i had to stop thinking about him. Or else i would never be happy again. 

I entered the quiet shop and looked around. I had always loved books. The ones where you could get lost and imagine yourself living that life. Or the books that made you cry and feel the pain of your favorite character. The books that made you want to live. Books were the only other thing that saved my life. Besides him.

I noticed the chime of the door ring when i saw a boy around my age enter. 

He looked around. Eyeing the romance section i quietly laughed to myself when i saw him pick up Pride and Prejudice. It was one of my favorite books and i guess my chuckle  wasn't so quiet. His blue eyes met mine and i quickly hid behind a random book i picked up. Heat rose to my cheeks and i was even more embarrassed when he made his way over here.

"I'm guessing you don't like my taste in books" the mysterious boy spoke in a thick Irish accent

"I-I ..s-s-sor-"

"It's okay,..uhm"

"Uh-It's uh- L-Lennon"

"Well Lennon, I'm Niall. I haven't seen you here before"

"I kno-w. I-I am new h-here" I stuttered like a complete fool. It had always been a problem. That's one of the reasons i was bullied. Except it hadn't been a problem around my Har- him.

"Maybe i could show you around. Some of my friends are going to meet me at a  cafe a few blocks from here"

"Thanks, but I-I ddon't want t-to intrude or anything l-like that" I told him. I  didn't do good in new situations. I was also a little skeptical. Was he hitting on me?

"I insist Lennon. It will be fun" He smiled and brushed his hand through his blonde quiff. 

"O-o-k I-I guess"

"Great! Come on, we only have a few minutes,"

I guess only time can tell what happens. Maybe i was slowly piecing all of this together. Maybe this could be good for me.