The afternoon sun was peeking through the cluster of dark clouds. My feet, sloshing through the puddles left by yesterdays rain were now soaked.
I ran to the parking lot, pulling my hoodie down to totally cover my face so not a swing of wind could hit my face. Harry was already waiting for me.
It was a weird weather. The sun was there, yet bone-chilling winds made their way to my head. It was mysterious, almost an indication of my mood. He was there, and yet, the coldness of my heart was there.
I waved at Harry as I got closer to him. Today he was wearing a black hoodie with black skinnies.
"Hello, Louis. Hope you had a fine day" Harry asked me. I still couldn't get over how gentlemanly he was.
"Hey Harry. Yep kinda did" I replied back, my mind travelling back to the pink glitter that now covered each and every little thing in my locker. Fucking bullies.
My mind was jumbled. Twisted and turned thoughts always made their way to my head. My broken, delicate body was tangled in that mass. Hands intertwined and legs bent at an angle, I felt like a doll, abandoned and forgotten,
"Louis? You're kinda freaking me out now"
I snapped my head upwards, so lost in my own trail of thoughts that I forgot Harry was there.
"Sorry" I apologized to him.
"You do that a lot you know?" he continued, with a worrying look.
"I'm sorry I've just had a lot of st-"
I didn't even finish my sentence as Harry pulled me closer to him. One step to heaven.
"Louis, please stop apologizing? I know you're going through some shit but you don't need to explain that to anyone alright? You do you"
Sometimes when you're in a place in life where you've lost all meaning, there are certain thing that you just need to hear from someone mouth, and hearing that from Harry, made me feel reassured, made me feel good, confident and for the first time, not alone.
On the way back in Harry's car, all I could think about was how I didn't wanna get used to this, this warmth in my heart that I hadn't felt in a long time. The excruciating pain of being hurt was still crisp in my mind and going through that again was definitely out of my mental capacity.
"Alright here's your spot!" Harry spoke.
I looked up, memories now fresh in my brain and saw someone standing on the front door, not just anyone, him.
His eyes met mine, and I saw the demon inside light up.
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WHY IS BEING MOTIVATED SO HARD LIUKE HELLO GOD HELP
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Fanfiction"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?" Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring...
