SPACES [Editing]

Quantum Leap

Songs of the chapter:

- Latch (Acoustic) by Sam Smith (and Disclosure???)
- Worth My While by Jacob Early
- If I Could Fly (because WILL WE EVER GET TIRED OF THIS SONG???)

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Louis Tomlinson

"We're really doing this now?" I asked Harry. We were on our bed, still surprised about the proposal announcement, when he suddenly just decided that it was time.

"We need to have it now while I still can." He lied down and just... closed his eyes.

"You're... keeping your eyes shut the entire time?"

"I don't... I don't think I can look at you. Yet. I mean... I wanna talk now and I wanna tell you everything but I don't know if I'm ready for your reaction and I don't think I can look at you and I know it's my fault and I hate how I still can't say what I want to say without fearing the consequences and I know you're mad at me and I might not say it the way it is in my head and—"

"Harry. Wait." I interrupted his rambling. "Should I... talk first?"

I wasn't thinking when I said that, but I didn't want to make him feel like he's the only one who has something to say.

He stared at me blankly but he nodded anyway.

"Okay but can you sit up? At least while I'm talking?" I wanted to look at him properly. This was how I talked to the kids when I'm scolding them— not that this conversation was at the same level, but the message is usually easier to deliver when you're seeing eye to eye. Literally and figuratively. It's an occupational disease.

"Is this okay?" He sat up stiffly.

"Just... there." I tapped his shoulders so he would drop them and be comfortable.

"Okay." He braced himself for what I was about to say. He seemed nervous, like he was called to the principal's office.

"I'm not mad at you." was the first thing I told him, basically because I felt like he needed to hear that. "I mean I was, probably more than I was supposed to, but I feel better now. Towards you, I mean."

I looked at him and waited for a reaction, but he was just staring at me with a surprised expression.

"I mean I'm not taking this lightly, Harry. You lied. You know that. I was lied to about my identity for months. And it wasn't just you. You all knew everything about me except me. You left me alone here to pick the pieces up. Risky, by the way. But it turned out to be one of your best decisions ever. You gave me time to think.

"I know I broke up with you. I don't know why, but I know I did. When the accident happened, you could've just... left me to recover on my own, but you didn't. Even when we were technically broken up.

"But I remember when you'd come over to the flat when I was still living with Hannah. I only remembered it last night when I... I just know. I know it was you who held me through my nightmares. I just know. Please tell me it was you." I asked him desperately. I could only remember how warm and calm it was, and I was reminded of that feeling when I held him last night. It was so overwhelming that I couldn't even go back to sleep just thinking about it.