Painful Breathing (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Chapter three

Chapter three-

I couldn't tell if I'd died at first, it was dark with my eyes closed or open and I could just hear crying. I wondered if hell, or heaven, had babies near by.

But I was still alive, in this crazy world where you cry when you wake up from a dream because you know you've entered a nightmare, but worse...you can't wake up from this nightmare.

Niall was the one crying, on the other side of the tree.

"Niall? What's up mate?" I asked, my mind state going back to a few years ago when he was crying over breaking up with his girlfriend, Grace. I talked to them both, they made up and got back together. He's lucky, she's probably at their home with a hot meal and warm hugs to give.

"Ah" Niall screamed "how'd you find me?" He questioned after realising I wasn't a murderer hiding out in these woods.

"I fell asleep on the other side of the tree" I said, looking round to the other side, a lot more sharp and uncomfortable than Niall's side.

"What do you mean the other side of the tree?" His eyebrows grew together as tears continued to run from his red eyes. "This is my tree!" He screamed again, crawling back into the tree, curling up and retreating into his own arms.

I stood back, looking up at the full moon.

"Anyone wanna help us?" I whispered, directing the question to any higher power willing to give us back Harry.

A figure was emerging from the distance, a female. That's when I remembered the wake, Grace is probably Niall's plus one and now that's her looking for his runaway body.

"Niall! Niall!" Grace shouted, moving her way around the gravestones.

I walked away, further into the spirit of the trees, to the background music of Niall moaning about the tree he was leaning on being his, and only his.

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I don't know how long I'd been walking for, an hour maybe? But only now I began to see cracks in the tall, skinny trees. I walked towards the only light stranger from the moon and a rush of speed hit me all at once, tumbling my feet backwards. A main road, lit by road lamps. A few houses were scattered in the distance down the hill...

The concept of everything happening right now was overwhelming, mind itching really. Harry is dead. My world is gone and I've decided to walk away from the only hope I have left of leading a life worth breathing for.

But here a stand, on top of a hill looking out on all the lights the towns below bellow out, warmth given off from loving families and couples in new homes. Celebrating love.

"How long have you been waiting?" A soft voice asked over the racing cars.

"Feels like forever..." I answered, with only Harry returning in mind.

"Maybe the buses in the south will be quicker, eh?" I turn to face the glittered voice and squinted in the lamp lit dark.

The girl had long wavy blonde hair, she was my height and covered her body in a green trench coat. I couldn't see her eye colour, but they sparkled.

"Bus?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is the bus stop?..." She questions, moving her hands from her pockets to point at a dusty old bus post.

"Oh, yeah...I'm waiting for the bus"

"That's what I thought" she looked out with me to the distant lights.

"Cool, right?" I stated, referring to the patterns of light created by the homes and offices.

"Very" was all she said.