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"Please don't say anything."
"Lou-"
"Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensatio...
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FIFTH ERA:
Caleb once told me that the feeling of pain is only a figment of ones imagination that exists for the purpose of protecting the human body (he was that friend who told you random facts because he was into science and nobody else was). This particular fact actually managed to intrigue me. In short, it would mean that whenever we get hurt, the pain isn't even there. In fact, our minds are tricking us to subconsciously save our bodies from getting hurt. For me, this was hard to believe.
Because what about the pain in my heart? What about the restlessly aching sense of guilt that haunted me throughout every second of the day? What about the actual nagging feeling that stung inside my rib cage whenever I started picturing his pretty face in my head?
Was missing Harry only a figment of my imagination to try and protect my body from breaking?
No. Missing Harry was not in my imagination.
It was reality.
During the three upcoming days after Harry had confronted me, I rang him fifty-five times and sent him over seventy text messages that all included me begging for him to call. I even left notes in his locker that all said "Call me" in capital letters. Some even had a little heart drawn in the corner. However, it was clear. Harry was not going to come to me—I had to come to him.
For that reason I found myself outside his locked dorm on a Tuesday afternoon, begging for him to open up. As I stood there, having knocked on the door for maybe the hundredth time, my phone finally went off.
HARRY: Leave.
That was all.
ME: I need to talk to you.
HARRY: I don't want to talk. Fuck you.
My heart sunk in my chest.
ME: I guess I deserve that but you need to let me in. I have something to say.
HARRY: I don't want to hear your voice.
ME: Please!!
ME: This is important. I'm not giving up, so the longer you wait, the longer I will keep nagging you for.
HARRY: Can't you just leave me alone?
ME: I wanna be with you. Is that so hard to understand?
HARRY: You just want sex.
ME: You know that's not true. Open up. I don't want to do this over text.
HARRY: Well, I don't want to do this at all. Looks like we have that in common. Goodbye Louis.
