Untaken Chances (Currently undergoing a Re-Write)

Ten Months Of Her Love

               August 1st and nothing had gotten easier. Two days before had been Harry's and hers ten month anniversary. Ten months he's had her hugs. Ten months he's had her kisses. Ten months he's had her lying next to him at night. Ten months and she's still not mine. Having her on tour made it hard to concentrate. Every song that we had performed that had anything to do with love I thought of her face. Then I would see Harry's face smiling at me from across the stage. It took everything to not break down.  He was so happy and I knew she was the reason. I had never seen him like that. That happy. Seeing him happy just seemed to make me even more sad. Louis and Liam had seemed to realise that I was the only one without a girl. Without a love. They had tried to set me up with some fans they were meeting, but none seemed to gather my interest. If only they knew. After the concert that night, we all had gone back to the hotel. We all had planned on going clubbing, but then we had remembered she was only eighteen, she wasn't old enough. It made me happy. I wouldn't have to see her and Harry dancing close at the club. Since the boys still wanted to drink, we had sent Paul to get some. It was almost a given that we have at least one drink after every show. Since she was old enough to drink in England, we thought it would be fine if she drank here, considering we were all legal. She declined. She had said she didn't like to drink. She said when she drinks, she doesn't know what she's doing. That she likes to be in control. So when Paul had come back with the drinks, I declined. She smiled at me then. A bright beaming smile that gave me chills. It felt like I had just gained access into heaven right then, and it couldn't have been a better feeling. It was a smile meant for me and only me. It was perfect. It only took an hour before everyone was passed out drunk in various places of the hotel rooms. In the room I was in, Louis had been passed out in a corner and Harry was on the floor laying on his stomach, his eyes shut and mouth gaping open. Her and I had been sitting on the couch watching some American television show. She was telling me all about it. The characters, the setting, the love and betrayals. I can't remember a word she said or even what the show was called. I could only just remember the sound of her voice. And how I had never wanted the night to end.