Above the Crimson Sky (Sequel to Beneath the Midnight Sky)

XVIII. Irrational Thought Process

The sun shined happily onto Harry's face but all he wanted to do was make it go away. He was still sweating, feeling nauseous, and his muscles ached something awful. He knew instantly he had to inform Liam that he was still experiencing withdraws he could get the medication that would make him feel better. He would try and detox tomorrow after the surprise.

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Six Hours Later

The yoga studio was decorated in pretty blues, greens, and golds. Harry invited his close knit circle of friends and told Louis that their date would be at 5:00 p.m. but he was unable to pick him up from class so an uber would have to take him.

Upon entering, Louis looked around the studio confused as to why it was decorated so fancy. His friends greeted him with warm smiles and glasses of champagne. His eyes focused on Harry and how stunning he looked. He began to walk over to him and Harry took his hands.

"Louis, I want the world to know how much I love you. Since meeting you in Creative Writing, I've realized that you make me complete. You make me a better person. Whenever I think of a future, you're always in the narrative. No matter what, I want you by my side." Harry dropped down to one knee.

"That is why I am asking you...will you move in with me?" Harry asked, a glisten shining through his eyes that were green as Summer grass that has been kissed by morning dew.

Louis smiled. He had always envisioned waking up with Harry every morning. Maybe even getting a little kitty or puppy.
Breaking him from his fantasy was a room of guest were all in awe and waited anxiously to cry, laugh, and clap. The entire room could feel their love radiating off each-other.

Louis leaned in to plant a kiss on his plump lips and recognized that the more he stared deep into the green hues, he noticed that his pupil were pinpointed....again.

"No!" He sobbed and ran into the hallway. The entire room let out a gasp and looked sorrowful at Harry who immediately dropped the key and ran after him.

"No? Lou, baby, what's wrong? I thought we wanted to spend everyday together," Harry asked devastated heartbroken.

"I did...I do..." he corrected himself. "But you're still taking those...those drugs! You need them to function everyday. I know, I'm not one to judge you because we all have our own afflictions and such but Harry...you aren't yourself. You know when you got with me, this came with the package. I didn't sign up to be with some drug addict!" Louis whispered so the guest couldn't hear him.

Harry manically laughed out of both shock and disbelief. "What....you're kidding, right? I was there for you through everything and suddenly, I'm not good enough? Wow. I don't get it. Good luck trying to find someone who ever loved you as much as I did because quite frankly Louis, it's exhausting!" Harry walked back into the room to grab his jacket. "I have an announcement to make...I am not good enough for the one and only Louis Tomlinson. I'm sorry I wasted your day. Please drive safe," he huffed.

Louis stood by the doorway and turned on his heels to the nearest exit. Remembering he can't drive, he panted as he stood by Harry's car.

"Harry, it's not that I don't want to be with you...it's just not the right time...I just got out of the hospital and you're obviously dealing with...whatever this is!" Louis explained. "Of course I want to move in with you, Princess, but not right now..."

Harry clicked the unlock key and helped Louis into the passenger seat, slamming the door starkly.

"I can't believe you! I planned this entire event to show you how much I love you. I promised you that I would love you until you were able to love yourself but no matter what I do, it's never going to be enough to get you to give up that little voice in your head. No matter what I do, you're always going to deflect your problems and make mine look worse so you can keep doing yours. So I took some pills before this....so what....I was detoxing and it hurt like a bitch, Louis; but it doesn't hurt as bad as being rejecting by the one you love!" Harry exclaimed as he used the back of his hand to wipe his free-falling tears.