fallen

Chapter 3

Harrys P.O.V

I walk into my apartment tired from the day about to fall face first to my couch when Catie comes in.

"Hey baby, welcome back from school.." she said with a smile. i smile back at my girlfriend but she looks a lot like chris.. Wait.. No nevermind

"hey. I'm tired so I'm going to bed.. Long day" i said with a smile. she kisses my forehead as I get up to go to our room. "okay. goodnight" "goodnight"

With that i leave and head to our room. I've been dating Catie for a while now and its going great.

***

Soon after Catie gets out of the shower she joins me in our massive bed. I hold her close to my bear chest.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I ask her while playing with strands of her hair. She needs to brush it. "I'm meeting my friends at the library, I'm sorry baby " she says with a pout and kisses my chest.

"You've been meeting people like 3 times this past week" i say with irritation clear in my voice. its true, shes been blowing me off for her friends and its pissing me off. "im sorry, I've been busy with our history project." she says with her columbian/British accent i will never get sick of hearing.

She looks up to me and stares into my eyes. "Maybe after tomarrow?" She asks hopefully. I smile pretty content and kiss her lips. "of course baby."

Chris' P.O.V

After I get back from band practices, i took a hot shower to loosen my tense muscles, but it doesn't seem to work as well as I hoped. I checked the house too see of my mom was home but turns out she went back to Columbia. Here's what the note said

Chris,

Went back home.

Love ,

Mom

Lovely.

After i dried off and put some clothes on, which consisted of a baggy paramore T-shirt and sweat pants, i get my song book to start a new song.i put my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head and walk back into my room and sit criss cross on my bed, grab my glasses and grab a pen. I don't make bullshit songs about love and shit, they get so fucking annoying. I make songs that apply to my life.

"I'm already gone can't you see

The pain they've caused and what they've done to me

I've become thinner and thinner as the days go by

The slits became cuts from my wrist to my thighs

But don't cry

Don't feel bad

You can't love somebody

Who was crazily mad

Burning down to Ashes

Breaking down these Walls

A gun to start a war

A knife to end it all"

As i write, I'm interrupted with a knock on my door.

Who the hell would be at my door? I checked my g shock and its almost midnight. What?

I close my dark brown tattered leather book and hold it close to my chest as i walk out of my room, through the living room to answer my door.

"Louis? Why are you doing here?" I asked shocked to see the familiar face. "I wanted to say hi" he said with a small smile.