jail cell // l.t.

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Louis ||

We all stepped out of the van as the wind hit me with its harsh coldness like a slap in the face, but nothing could be worse than the empty and agonizing pain in my heart that grew stronger with each passing day as I noticed every little thing Harry did with me, suddenly stopped. We would always go out to eat at a fast food restaurant every Friday, not anymore. We would always interlock our pinkies before a show, not anymore. We would always butterfly kiss right when we woke up, not anymore. I'm just thankful that he still shows love me to me, even if it's not complete.

It was assurance I needed and I just wanted him to hold me in his arms and whisper into my ear how he could never love another man and that I would be always his one and only. Sadly, his heart had rested its eyes on another person and worse, it was one of my best mates. It was like everything we've ever been through was just for nothing and it didn't even matter.

Liam stepped over to me whispered into my ear, "Are you and Harry alright?" I slowly nodded my head as I didn't have the energy to answer. How could it be that just this morning he was kissing me and then the next he was pulling away from me. Had it always been like this? My mind scrambled to find another memory where he suddenly stopped but it couldn't. Everything just seemed to fade away and then disappear, just like Harry was.

We all stepped inside of the building that was surprisingly extremely warm but I could still feel the cold on the tip of my nose and my cheeks. If Harry was by my side, he we would place his hands on my cheek and give me one last peck and make me blush furiously. He'd always say I was perfect, and he loved the way my nose was so red that he eventually nicknamed me Rudolph.

"Hey babe," Harry stated as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his head in the crook of my neck, his breath fanning lightly against my skin. This was the problem, I was far too in love with him that even when he was hurting me, he could be lovey and I'd fall for him again every time.

I felt his large hands turn me around so I would be forced to look up at him and my eyes began to water as he did his exact habit, his fingers grazing gently across my skin like it was a delicate painting that would break and shatter to pieces. Too bad he has no idea that he already has.