Artifice

Letters

YALL THIS CHAPTER IS MAD CORNY/DRAMATIC, THE WHOLE STORY REALLY IS BUT YA GIRL CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS AND ITS ACTUALLY AFFECTING ME IN REAL LIFE CAUSE I KIND OF ZONE OUT OF REALITY AND GO INTO THE STORY SO IM JUST SO EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE. Enjoy! :):

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"Stop running!"

"Evangeline stop running!"

I had no idea where I was going but I couldn't stop. My sense of direction was completely gone and streets looked unfamiliar. I wanted to go home but my eyes were blurred by the tears swelling in my eyes and the streets were still packed with cars causing me to not cross streets, but I kept running.

The pain in my feet was the least of my worries now.

"Christ, you're going to get hit by a car!"

I didn't even think about how the people still out and about would think about this. Would they mistake the situation and call the cops or stop me to offer me any sort of help?

Either way I continued running until a pain in my chest seized.

"Fucking stop!" A breathless voice behind me yelled.

The muscles in my legs burned more than ever and my jeans felt as if they were glued onto my thighs.

My body stopped and I took a seat at the first step of stairs I could find.

"Evangeline." The voice I hoped to never hear again called for me.

My hands swiftly wiped away the tears escaping my eyes.

"Please go away." My voice was weak and head low, facing the concrete ground.

"No."

My head snapped up. After three months he was before me, his hair was cut short making it hard to notice who he was at first look, he wore the same black pants and a button up white shirt.

Back at the club, everything happened so fast after I spotted Louis. His hand quickly smacked Harry's thigh, who was having more than a discussion with a random girl beside him.

At louis' impact, his eyes darted my direction and seconds passed with just the both of us staring blankly, as if we both had seen ghosts.

Before Liz realized what was happening my feet carried me past people to the stairs and down, then through the entrance.

It began as normal walking, to jogging away then running once I heard his voice following me.

"Harry leave!" I yelled.

The pain in my chest was unbearable, equally or worse than it was three months ago when I found that journal. I've spent every second of the past weeks working on forgetting about him, forgetting how hurt I was and trying to accustom to a new life without him in my life. All to be ruined in a second, seeing his lips attached to another girls.

I strayed away from any conversation about his fathers business or gossip about his personal life, I couldn't handle the mere thought of him.

Now, the walls I built to keep me safe were being torn apart the longer he was around and I was crumbling along with them.

"Please," he stepped closer. "Please just go." I pleaded, hoping that he would get it through his thick skull that him being here was causing me pain.

"I-" he stopped. "I'm sorry, if I knew you were going to be there tonight I would've not come." His words stung even more than the silence. "Can I call you a cab?" He offered and I shook my head. "Please look at me." His voice sounded strained with pain, I hated that it only made me feel worse.