Two Ghosts // l.s

Back to reality

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Harry weakly dragged his feet out of the empty house. Darkness drowned the home, swallowing up any hope that had once settled here. He didn't know where Louis had gone to and he didn't know if he could care right now. He wasn't sure if he had self pity, worry, regret or all three — after what he had just done.

Harry was a mess of emotion, walking aimlessly, feet taking him without thinking to Sarah's house. Which was only fifteen minutes from his.

He reached the orange lit house in little time, only because his thoughts carried him off.

Knocking on the door, he felt the tears sting down his face. He put his head in his hands and sobbed, not noticing the door had been opened until two warm arms pulled him in for an embrace. Little Anna was by Sarah's side as she pulled Harry into the house and closed the door behind them. Harry held onto Sarah stiffly, choking out inaudible words as the tears dropped down.

Anna was sucking her thumb and fiddled with a lock of auburn hair, long eyelashes batting out of tiredness. She mumbled through her thumb, "Hazza, are you okay?"

Harry dropped to his knees to reach her height, she wrapped both her arms around him and buried her little face into his neck, her slow and precious breaths calming Harry down.

But he couldn't help think back to what he'd just done, what he'd just caused. He wanted to spend his life with Louis, have a baby with him and perhaps one day the child could be best friends with Anna. At this moment he couldn't do anything, which hurt almost as much. He had to go back and finish the tour, he couldn't cancel another show.

Sarah offered Harry to stay the night which he gratefully accepted.

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Meanwhile Louis roamed the streets, itching to cut, itching to die. He loved Harry with all of his heart and for some reason he couldn't  quite grip that Harry had said those things to him, it was just something that didn't match Harry. His personality was too caring, too wary and too loving to ever say something as horrific as he had done.

Perhaps, Louis thought to himself, perhaps he had been overreactive and had started the fight by being selfish. But Harry understood everything Louis was going through because he helped him out of the darkness the first time.

Louis decided to camp at Liam's house. He was only a few streets away— considering he'd roamed the streets for hours now. Not really having a destination in mind.

He carried on down Chichester road and then turned left into an alleyway, coming out by Liam's small apartment (which Liam used to hide from the paps in)

Louis knocked on the front door, feeling like he wanted to cover up his arms and make up a reason for why he was actually here. Liam is always so caring and always looks out for Louis like a little brother— despite the fact Louis is actually older.

"Louis— I— how are you mate? what are you doing here?"

Just hearing Liam's reassuringly soft voice and seeing his smile, Louis knew everything was gonna he okay. He burst into fits of sobs, shaking violently whilst reliving the argument with Harry.

Louis retold the story between cries and eventually it clicked Liam.

Liam sucked in a breath and pulled up Louis' sleeves, praying he wouldn't see what he thought would be there— even though he knew that he would.

Red lines and blood met his eyes, Liam bit back his own tears.

"Oh Tommo."

The old nickname made Louis choke up in guilt.

"Not again." Liam said.

Liam let Louis stay the night and made him promise that he wouldn't do anything to harm himself ever again. Louis wasn't sure he could keep the promise but agreed for Liam's sake.

And that night. Both Harry and Louis dreamt of each other.

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A/N

Literally tf my brain just spurts out this shit :')

Next chapter is going to be the last one and I'm actually in mourning I've fallen in love with this book sm??

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