Keep Breathing

16

We stopped in front of building, it was old and brightly lit. The style almost reminded me of a 1920's speakeasy . My anxiety still raged within me, making my fingers claw at the leather seats in Harry's car. I hated being so afraid. 

"Well come on love, I haven't got all night" My eyes shifted too Harry, seeing he already had his car door open with a playful smile directed towards me. I nodded quickly and began to fumble with my seat belt, nearly hopping out of my skin when the passenger door opened again. Harry stood just outside the vehicle, his arm extended and hand spread open in offering. 

I stared at his hand, my eyes scrutinizing every crease and crevice before me. Slowly my eyes wandered up his arm, over his jacket and towards his neck. My eyes scanning over his jawline and cheekbones, his lips were colored a ravishing red from  the cold. Then our eyes met and I let him take my hand. An overwhelming feeling of calmness washed through me at the contact of our skin. It wasn't sparks that I felt, or electricity, it was a sense of ease and I relished the feeling. Harry smiled, gently pulling me up from the seat and closing the door behind me. I felt strange as he wrapped my fingers around his arm, making me hold it as if he was my escort to the prince's ball. 

"What is this place?" I asked, gazing around at the decor as we entered. The music hit me first, all quick Jazz but completely remixed with modern music. I found myself gawking at the space. I felt like I had just walking onto the set of the new Great Gatsby movie. There were people dressed head to toe as flappers and 1920's dresses and few others like us in normal clothing. Even the bartenders and musicians dressed to play the part and I found myself giddy with excitement. I didn't know things like these even existed. "wow" I murmured, completely in awe by the new scene. Harry didn't hear but that wasn't why I said it, this place was just amazing. 

"Cool huh?" he smiled, his flickering from my face to the musicians on the small stage. 

"How did you find this?" I questioned, already pulling him towards one of the fancy red table to sit. I just wanted to admire every inch of this place.

"A friend of mine brought me here once, I thought maybe you'd like it?" he offered, taking a seat across from me at the small round table. 

"It's amazing" I beamed, "I've never seen anything like it"

Harry-

Her eyes gleamed with what I hoped was happiness. I was going to do anything I could for the next two weeks to make her happy because I wouoldn't be able to live with myself knowing she commit suicide and I let it happen. She was a fan of mine, and every fan mattered. No matter what. 

"do you want to dance?" I wasn't very good at dancing, everybody knew that but she looked at the people flooding the floor with such excitement there was no mistaking her longing to join them. Luna nodded eagerly, moving from her seat and taking my hand, faster than she had done at the car. She seemed almost afraid then compared to now. Then again maybe she was, I was someone she looked up too, someone who saved her life and now i was taking her to a 20's joint down town. 

The moment we stepped on the floor, Luna turned back to face me, a smile bigger than before gracing her delicate features. Despite spending most of the night teaching me how to dance, Luna seemed to have a lot of fun. Near the end of our night, the two of us had worked up a sweat under the dim lighting and we were now sat at the bar. I had bought her a drink but she barely even took a sip. Much different from the night we met at the club, although i missed her drunk talks. The way she just blurted out anything she thought of was much different from now, I really had to pay attention to guess what she was feeling. She was guarded so heavily it was nearly impossible to know what she was thinking. 

I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything in fact. It was strange, but I longed to learn about her in every way. There have been loads of times I've met new people and really wished to know them better, whether it'd be fans or celebrities or just a stranger on the street. But Luna, Luna was different. I know there are people like her, it's why the boys and I wrote Diana. But, again, Luna was different. I could feel it in every fiber of my being and although she's told me a lot, I know there's more. 

But how am I supposed to learn more about someone who's determined not to tell. How do I keep someone alive who is determined to die?

The majority of me believed everyone can be saved, everyone has a chance and everyone deserves to live happily. But a small part of me thought about everything Luna had said, and about the way she acted, and about how much she believed she deserves no one's love, because those people get hurt. It made me think maybe I'm too late. What if I can't help? Do I have enough time to make her feel loved again? I don't know. I do know I won't give up though. As I sit here, and watch her smile pointlessly at the dancers littering the floor, drunk or not and hopping to the beat on their toes, I can see there's hope inside her. As much as she tries to hide it and I won't give up on that little seed of hope within her, I won't give up on her

A/N: sorry this is late AND short but im literally working on another update for your right now. Much love xx.