cherish hope × tomlinson [discontinued] [needs editing]

twenty-one

Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan
Old Money - Lana Del Rey
I'm A Mess - Ed Sheeran
Amnesia - 5sos

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Louis

I've been sat in this dingy waiting room for a day or two, or maybe more. I'm not even sure anymore.

I sit, staring at the white washed wall in front of me. 'Dazed', 'lost', 'out-of-it' is what they all say about me.

Harry has been here for most of the time, going out to bring me coffee and food that all lie untouched on the grey slate next to me. He's at home now, showering or something, at least that's what I think he said. I wasn't listening.

Niall's been the most supportive; telling me she'll be okay, bringing me clean clothes, they too, stay untouched on the floor. I tell him that he doesn't need to stay, or at least I think I told him that. Either way, he's gone.

Zayn is trying his best to get information about Amelia from the receptionist. They won't let me in because I'm not family.

Her parents haven't been here, haven't asked if she's okay, haven't even cared.

Liam's on the phone, frantically calling people to get rid of the paparazzi that are outside. A couple of them got in somehow - I'm sure there are images of me, sat in this blue worn seat in clothes that I've been wearing for days, all over the Internet by now.

But none of this matters to me anymore. In the end, nothing matters. People are forever trying to get people to like them, to impress them, for them to love them.

But what even is love? A simple human emotion. And it causes so much pain. So much hurt, for what benefit?

Do you become immortal if you are loved? Do you get unconditional happiness when you are loved?

Do you get anything but more human emotion if you are loved?

No.

So what is there in the end? But emotion and hurt and a tiny bit of happiness.

We're all going to die, loved or hated, cool or uncool, shy or confident, famous or not.

If only love could do anything.

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Amelia

I can hear distorted voices; muttering, calling out or talking, I don't know who they are or what they're saying.

Heck, I don't even know where I am.

It's like I'm trapped in myself. I can't move or see or touch, but I can hear and think and partially understand.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

Who is that?

Where's Louis?

Questions fly through my empty box of a mind, unanswered.

The last thing I can remember is Louis shouting, not at me, I don't think. But at someone else.

I remember someone telling me to stop trying and to die, they did something that made it hard for me to breathe.

I'm so confused, it hurts.

Help

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Louis

"Hey man, you alright?", Liam comes up to me, rests his hand on my shoulder as he takes a seat next to me.

I mumble something that I don't even understand.