To Love a Broken Heart

Chapter 12

A/N: I purposely shortened this chapter because it isn't so relevent to the plotline itself, but because it was Christmas, I wanted something happy to happen to Harry. And this chapter is that happy story. It's a fluff chapter basically. Enjoy and Hope you all had a merry christmas! BRING ON NEW YEAR'S!

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I fell asleep a little bit earlier than usual that night; I was caught up in the horrific revelation today revealed and decided it be best to sleep early, you know, to get rid of the worries - temporarily of course, because we all know everything we feel is temporary; life bites back the day after and there's nothing we can do about it - but I found it near impossible to accomplish such goal: An absent image of Louis lying on the floor, soaked in the crimson red of his blood which was profusely escaping the gaping hole in the side of his stomach pasted itself onto my mind.

It wasn't until the soothing voice of my Mother, which silenced my imaginary nightmares and repelled them back into the dark pit of my conscious, certain to return at a later date, that I managed to rapture in a few hours of idyllic sleep. My dreams threw me into Euphoria: There was a mile-long field that stretched around me, vanishing over the horizon, with grass so green that life was blooming in every area available. A few feet away from me stood a content Louis, his hands were shoved into the pocket of his denim jacket, indulging in reverie, staring off into the distance.

The wind was gentle in its movements, creating ripples in the grass that pulsed outwards onto the horizon, where the dark amber of the sunset cascaded down onto us, creating a picturesque setting. Louis' feathery hair danced effortlessly in the wind, swaying from one side to another with such grace and beauty that it had me captivated - his hair, out of all things, held me frozen in place, eliciting a sigh of content from me. In front of me laid mine and Louis' shadow, overlapping one another; we were as one.

The silence was soon broken by the sounds of the grass rustling against the movement of Louis' foot. He turned around, hands still inside his pocket, and faced me. His face looked so fragile yet beautiful, those brown eyes looked sincere as it scrutinised me, standing still, cherishing this pleasant - but consciously conjured - moment. He had a wry smile on his face as if he was tenuously humoured by the sight he is beholding. However, as his eyes pierced through my skin, it produced a pleasant sensation that burst inside me; a feeling that I was once accustomed to, but no longer indulge in: self-content, that I am good enough for someone and don't need to endeavour in trying to impress someone by my looks. It was good to know that not everyone was so avaricious in what they wanted in a person, but instead, they loved the person for who they were.

Although it was just a dream, I couldn't help but feel it to be a bit... real? Is that the word? I mean, the smell of nature, and its dominating earthly scent, filled my nose and it smelt all too real. I could feel the cool, natural wind - that wasn't tainted by the repugnant atmosphere the city had; it swept across the field, untouched by the world - and I could feel it rejuvenate my skin, my insides, my mind, and my soul.

"This is for me and you, Harry." Louis mellifluous voice echoed in the wind that was incessantly humming around us. I took my first step towards him, confounded by what he meant, "And what exactly is for you and I?" asking with a perplex expression on my face, nearing him with every passing second.

"This," he extended his arms to his side and turned a full circle before returning to face me with a crooked smile. This earned him a derisive laugh from me, "this?" I mimicked his actions before continuing, "Is all made up in my mind, Louis." I spoke, trying to disguise the brokenness in the tone of my voice.