Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

Mary Prays the Rosary for My Broken Mind

Whitman is my daddy. Monica's my mother. Diamonds are my bestest friend. Heaven is my baby, suicide's her father. Opulence is the end. We get down every Friday night. Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight. Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin' alright. Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind.

                                                                  Body Electric: Lana Del Rey

"You need to go home," he whispered into her neck. "You need to get better. I don't know how much longer I can do this anymore."

She had been fast asleep for only a handful of minutes before he made his confession into her skin. The ivory flesh whose blue veins were so so prominent. It gave him an eerie feeling.

"I love you," he said again. "And I love you for who who are. But this needs to stop."

And stop it shall

***

Airports always made her feel reminiscent.

When you're boarding the plane, all the memories from where you're leaving come back to haunt you. It doesn't matter if they're good or bad, they're still there.

The last time she was at an airport, she had been leaving Harry and going with Louis. Now she was leaving Louis and going with Harry. She felt bad for leaving Louis, but she needed to do this alone, and honestly, she had to rekindle her relationship with her boyfriend.

Their relationship was one of awkwardness. When she had first met him, they got along instantly. He treated her like the big brother she never had. He looked out for her and drive her places and was practically her second dad. Now, however, she was actually dating him and they both didn't really know how they should act around each other. She was stuck between calling him bro or babe, and that was something she did not want to get wrong.

Sure,she loved him. Of course she did. But sometimes loving someone didn't always mean that it would be easy. They had both had their own fair share of difficulties regarding their relationship.

Harry grabbed her hand and strung their fingers together in an embrace. She turned to look behind her and saw Louis being held by the others. She knew it wasn't because of happiness, but to keep him from running after her and dragging her back.

"Say goodbye," Harry muttered into her hair. He squeezed their intertwined hands.

She gave each of the boys once overs. There seemed to be happiness in all their eyes, except for two. And both of those sets of eyes were blue.

She looked at Niall with hesitance. He looked heartbroken, but was trying to stay strong. He was facing her and looking at her with such an intensity that she was sure she would shatter. She mouthed out call me before blowing the rest of them a kiss. They waved back and she took that as her cue to turn around and follow her boyfriend's lead to security.

Goodbye my loves.

***

"I always expected that going home would be because I was happy," she said breathed, eyes furrowed. She looked out the window in their coach compartment, she had insisted, and leaned her head against it. "Not because it was the reason I was broken." She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the blinding red behind them. "I... I always thought that I would get over it you know?" she turned to look at the man who was studying her intently, "like it would just go away after a couple of months. But then it stayed for a couple of years and here we are now."

She closed her eyes once more and leaned against him. He placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it, signaling he understood what she meant. "I'm so sorry to have been such a pain these last few months. It's not been fair to you or anybody else. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I-I shouldn't have been so stupid and caused all of these problems," she exhaled.