Can You Feel My Heart?

19: Without You.

sorry its late. 

i am very, very sleep deprived. Save yourselves. Dont do VCE. (i wrote this instead of doing finals prep. oops) 

i now have two chapters restricted that you have to follow me to read. Kill yourself wattpad. 

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 "What have I done?!" Harry yelled the minute he woke up from his dream.

It was as if the dream recalled everything that had happened the night before when he went storming into Nialls house, catching him pretty much fucking Zayn on his couch, and he lost his shit.

He broke up with Niall.

With the only boy who stayed with him. The only boy, who actually cared about him, didn't just want him for a good fuck like the rest did.

What had he done?

How could Harry just throw someone away like that?

He had to apologize. Harry had to go and find Niall, he had to say he was sorry and that it was a mistake. A terrible mistake.

He had to have his boyfriend back. He had to have his world back. Harry knew that he couldn't go on without the one boy had held his heart in the past however many months.

But he had to go and fuck it up didn't he. 

"Louis!" Harry yelled, sitting up fully in the bed, his top half shirtless, and his bottom half still in jeans. 

"Yes, Sir?" Louis asked, and made a face at calling Harry 'Sir'. Louis thought that he had gone over this already. 

"Help me." Harry pleaded, and Louis sighed.

"What did you do now?" Louis asked in a monotone voice, knowing that Harry has done something to hurt the poor Irish boy's feelings. 

"I broke up with Niall..." 

"What?!" 

Niall didn't fall back asleep when Harry left. He walked out his apartment and into the streets, the brisk, cold air hitting his face and chilling his lungs. Niall left Zayn on his couch, making sure to close the door behind him and lock in, just in case something like that happened again in the same morning. 

The sky was still dark, with a hint of light on the horizon. Niall guess it was probably getting close to 3am, but he wasn't sure. Who cared anyway? With everything buzzing in his mind, Niall didn't want to care about anything else. He just wanted to let go, for one morning. 

The morning where dew was on the grass and it made his socks wet, where the sky was a perfect mix of light and dark, where the birds weren't awake and chirping, where the traffic was no more and he could just... breathe. 

Niall only wanted that for one morning. He just wanted to relax for one portion of the morning. He walked along the footpath, his shoes making a scuffing noise as he dragged his toes, lightly humming a tune that was stuck in his head. He was trying his hardest to not think of what Harry had just done. He couldn't risk that. 

Niall knew that the second he did, he'd break down into tears again, and he barely got his bottom lip to stop wobbling as he walked out his front door and down the several flights of stairs. 

Deciding that maybe he'd walked far enough, Niall turned around from being in the middle of the park a few blocks away from his place, and started to walk back, taking his time. He wasn't in any rush. There was no work tomorrow, it was the cafes day off, and all he was missing out on was sleep that he could easily catch up on. But sleeping just isn't the same once you've had a taste of sleeping with a body next to you. And Niall knew he would just sleep in Harry's sweater that he left behind once, just to feel like he was in bed with him.