Another shot of love (Harry or Louis love story) [AU]

Chapter 1

-CHAPTER ONE: BREAK-UP-

"At least, in her dreams, she was safe."

Many times for the past three months, Shira Hale's heart beat fast for Louis Tomlinson, her boyfriend. Usually, they would be his sweet gestures, his hugs,kisses and intimate moments they've shared and even the laughter they've had together that makes it lup and dup.

Of course, Shira wouldn't have it any other way. Louis was the only person who she'd want to be with. The moments they've made together all went back  in one go. She wanted to experience them once more, but she knew better; she knew they would never happen again in this lifetime.

Shira closed her eyes as Louis stared at her. Like all those times, Louis made her heart rap in her chest. But it marred Shira that the beating was squeezed her chest so much that it hurt.

"And so, I'm really sorry, Shira…" Louis said in a stern voice.

No, I don't want to hear this! Shira put covered her ears with both hands.

She saw this coming, Shira did. It all started two months ago on her and Louis's first month together. Eleanor had just come back from college when she confessed to Louis. Although the blue-eyed man had rejected her, Eleanor was still hopeful. She kept on giving Louis affection and love, whilst knowing that he was Shira's. But she didn't mind it (though she gets jealous and insecure sometimes) because she was confident of Louis's love for her. Too bad it wasn't enough for him to stay faithful.

Just now, Louis wanted Shira to give him his freedom back. She wouldn't mind a cool-off, it's just that he wanted her to give him complete freedom so that he could be with Eleanor; talk about adding insult to injury!

"Shira…"

What irony, though. Shira thought. I was the one who told Eleanor how to catch a guy's heart and it backfired on me!

With this, Shira began to giggle, and the giggle turned into laughter.

"Oi, Shira…" Louis said. How, weird! He thought. But Shira continued to laugh.

Okay, let's get this over with! Shira patted Louis's arm with one hand and wiped her tears with the other.

"It's okay, Louis." Don't cry, don't cry! "It's okay! I'm setting you free." She said this as if she was trying to convince herself and not Louis.

With the last of Shira's strength to smile, she hugged Louis while keeping herself from crying again.

"I'm really happy that you've found Eleanor. Please make sure that she's the one and don't hurt her, okay?"

Shira sniffed. She had to get out of here and cry her heart out. "Well, I'm off!"

"Shira…" she turned upon hearing her name. "Thank you."

Louis smiled warmly. Shira smiled back, or so she thought. After turning her back on Louis, she ran as fast as she can to wherever her legs could take her. The afternoon was cold and gloomy, and the rain was quite strong but Shira just wanted to run and run until she passes out.

Panting, she stopped in a dark alley. She couldn't feel her legs and before she knew it, she was lying on the cold, hard ground with the heavy rain falling on her.

"Waaaah!" Shira screamed, crying. She didn't care if her voice would be used up, she just wanted to release all of her sadness and all of her anxiety. "WHY? WHY ME? WHAT KIND OF TEST IS THIS, MOTHER?"

The girl continued to sob at the predicament she was facing.

Somebody, she thought, somebody please tell me—What have I done to deserve this? It hurts. My heart hurts. But I have to let him go because he deserves to be happy… Shira wailed again.

"EVEN IF IT'S NOT WITH M—!" Shira's voice failed her. It wasn't was coming out. She figured it was useless to scream, so Shira just sobbed. Feeling tired, extremely heartbroken and betrayed, she was thinking of wanting to die then and there.

"Shira, is that you?" said a blurry voice that Shira couldn't recognize as a familiar. She looked up to see who it was but her eyesight was also dim. "What happened, Shira?"

This person, that Shira distinguished him as a man, held her in his arm—the warmest feeling Shira had felt since Louis. She could hear his heartbeat as she rested her head on the man's chest. And with this, her tears escaped her again.

"Who are you?" she croaked with the little voice she had left.

"Huh? Damn, are you sick?" Nothing. Shira still couldn't recognize his voice. "Geez… I'm—"

The blurry voice disappeared. So did Shira's vision and sense of touch. She knew then that she was unconscious.

Good. she thought.

Sleep. Yes, Shira just wanted a long sleep. At least in her sleep, she couldn't see, hear or feel anything. At least, in her dreams, she was safe.