Broken Youth

Chapter 23

~ Chapter Twenty-Three ~

••Harry••

"Megan, I'd love to talk; to get things out. Maybe even to have an agreement with our shitty excuse of a relationship, honesty. I'd be honoured. But not right now." I replied sarcastically, trying to make clear that I didn't actually care, but I didn't work.

"Harry, will you look around you?" Megan's voice was strained due to sheer heartbreak, let alone the obvious plead in her tone. "What do you see?"

"A bloody big room." I replied. What was this? Some kind of stunt? Sure the alcohol wasn't helping me make sense of this little game, but even when I'm sober I can barley untangle what she's saying.

"Harry," She sighed. "I don't mean literally, you idiot." I shrugged my shoulders, watching the glimmer of hope left in her grey eyes slowly fade as all her sober will-power left her body. "I give up." She muttered, only just loud enough for me to grasp what exactly it was she'd said.

"Wait." I lifted Megan's head and stepped closer to her body. She flinched. Oh god. "I see beauty, pain. Pain I've caused. I can see hope, only a small amount that slowly seems to be fading but I see it, and it's a light. A light in the dark, damp, abandoned tunnel. I can see heartbreak: in his eyes. I see laughter, kisses, jokes, hugs, smiles, blushing and all other things; I see them there, in his eyes. I can see it reflected in those I love, in those I care about. But most of all I see love. Broad, boastful love- the wrong love- in those of the dancers and grinders. I can see shy, pink love in those of our friends, still young and new to the whole idea, still so unaware of the costs. I can see dirty, overwhelming love in every inch of this room, flowing and entangling itself around and in everyone and everything. It's closing in and shutting down the other love. The raw, gentle, kind love. The beautiful, forgiving love. The love that is patient and relaxing; the kind of a summers day or night in during winter. The love that's so precious and perfect, that nothing- and I mean nothing, will ever stop it and if it tries, it'll get hurt. Destroyed, even. The love that never gives up, despite obstacles, it keeps trucking along and is persistent. It allows things to move in and stay, it slows when it comes to a sharp bend but it never stops. This is the love that is so, unimaginably gorgeous that more than one person can feel it's affect, they can share the moments and sing the songs, they can dance the dances and clap to the beat because this love allows visitors. It allows intruders. This love will be painful, it will break you, it will kill you. But most of all, it will continue, through all this, to do its job. And that job, is to love." I paused for breath, still not believing what I'd just spoken. "Megan Grace, I love you like that love. I will never give up, despite the interruptions I face or the break downs I have because I want you. I will be persistent. I will claw at you until the day I die if I have to, because I love you. More than anyone has ever loved a person before. I will always love you. Always." There were tears sparkling on her face, shimmering in the dim light. I wanted to wipe them away and hold her, until nothing of me was left. But I can't. I haven't won her over yet. I looked at her in the eye, searching for the answer she'd not yet spoken, still floating in her brain, deciding whether it was good enough. I continued to search until I found her most recent 'entry'. I love you more. More than him. I couldn't take it any longer. I slammed my lips on hers, moving them to the beat of the music as Megan replied, massaging my tongue with her own. The warm sensation of lust, heat and passion was re-ignited as I wrapped my arms around her soft, shaking body. She pulled away, resting her head on my shoulder breathing heavily.

"I'm so sorry." Meg whispered, barely audible but I heard it.

"I know, baby, I know." I warmed her back with the palm of my hand, rubbing it up and down her spine before resting it in the small of her back.