Louis ||
We were all crowded in the van on our way for our last interview in America and everything was dead silent. I have to admit, it was uncomfortable. Especially when Niall and Harry kept exchanging glances and whispering things into the others ear while I sat here with my fingers interlaced with Harry's. When Niall looked over at me, I could see sadness and guilt clearly etched into his eyes as clear as day. There was definitely something going on between the two of them that I had no idea about.
"Can someone put the music on?" Niall asked when he noticed my eyes glaring into the side of his head, hoping I would burn a hole in it. I'm usually not mean to any of my mates, hell I'm not mean at all, but when your best friend is flirting with your boyfriend, you tend to be rude. Fuck, Niall deserved it; he was stealing my man... and doing a very good job at it as well.
"Sure," Harry mumbled as he plugged his phone in to the dock and our song came on. I listened to the lyrics silently while be both just looked into each other's eyes. It wasn't starting from the beginning, he obviously had been listening to it lately. I quickly reached over and changed the song and thank the heavens that an upbeat song came on.
"Sorry" Harry mouthed as he rubbed his thumb on my hand. All of my insides were going crazy at this small intimate touch but this was not the time to feel like that. I jerked away from him and stared outside the window, watching the people stroll down the streets with bulky jackets and shopping bags in their hand. Some were settled on a bench drinking coffee, but worst of all, the couples who didn't have to worry that their boyfriend was slipping out of their hands like sand.
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jail cell // l.t.
FanfictionI've always found jail cells so addicting. Maybe it's the way they're so cold and empty like my heart. There is no life to it, just like us. We're not alive, we are already dead. And only a jail cell brings an accurate symbolism.
