Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 28

Louis was still at school, roaming around the place, not really caring about anything in particular. Not until he heard voices, screaming outside of the main hall.

"I should've waited? For what? If I waited any longer nothing would've happened. Because my own brother doesn't even know who I am! You don't know how it feels when your own twin says he doesn't even know your name, Zayn! I've been searching for so many years, and when I finally find him, he goes and says he doesn't even know who the fuck I am!" His curiosity got the best of him, as his feet dragged him outside.

He was suprised to see Harry and Zayn arguing, while someone shielded themself behind the Bradford boy. Their body was shaking, somewhat frightened as the scene unfolded in front of them both.

"I think that's enough, Harry." Harry visibly cringed at how cold and bitter Zayn sounded when he said his name. While Zayn was sending Harry a death glare, the boy was only staring up to the dark sky, eyes glossy. Louis wanted to jump in so badly, but he was more of confused, so he stayed hidden, body pressed against the wall. They don't seem to notice him, even though it was quite obvious that he was there. He knew they were too invested in their fight. The usual life Harry's beautiful, green eyes had, weren't there, that made them look dull and lifeless.

Louis could feel the sadness he felt from a mile away. Harry was at the very edge of breaking down, and Louis would've been lying if he said he didn't want to pull him into his arms.

"Do you know why I didn't come to mum's funeral? Maybe because my own father  forbid me from going. Stop with the bullshit Edward — "

"Harry stop it right now!" Louis held himself back from wanting to tackle Zayn to the ground. These sudden feelings of protection over Harry were odd. He could feel the butterflies bursting in his stomach, and his tensed body clenching. In the corner of his eye, the sight of Harry crying made his heart break.

"You know... I really thought I could start over, here in Bradford. I thought I could finally find a place where I was needed. Where people would care about me. Where I could possibly find apart of me that was missing. But I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?" Harry grinned, his smile not reaching up to his eyes, dimples not popping out of his cheeks. Zayn kept his cold facade up, resulting more tears leaving Harry's eyes.

"I thought this time.. maybe everything would be different.. but I should've known it was too good to be true.." none did anything to stop the curly headed boy from leaving. They all just stood still, not even bothering to catch up to him. But Louis wanted to, so badly, but witnessing how Harry ran off like that, he knew he needed time for himself.

He went up towards Zayn, revealing himself from his hiding spot, with crossed arms and a hard glare. "What the fuck, Zayn?" 

"Louis? What are you still doing here?" Truth to be told, Louis only stayed longer since he wanted to talk to a certain someone, who Zayn has driven away.

Too late.

"I was trying to look for Harry." His glare hardened. "Why did you do that, Zayn? What could Harry possibly have done to make you treat him like that?"

"You know nothing, Louis! I was only trying to — " all of a sudden the shaking boy behind the nerdy lad cut Zayn off and went up beside him, and Louis felt the need to pass out right then and there.

Was this real or was he just seeing things?

"Zayn, please.." Edward pleaded.

"What the fuck?"

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"Harry.."

"What? What can you possibly want now?" Harry faced his father with glossy eyes, nose red and runny, and hair standing out in different directions, which made him look like a horrid mess. He never glanced at Des, even for a second.

"It's for the best — "

"For you! Not for me! You always think about yourself, but did you ever ask what I wanted? Huh? Yeah, not even once! You have no right to also make me say that you're my father. You never were and you never will be. You expect me to forgive you for taking me away from mum and Edward without my opinion on your decision? Yeah, well, screw you!"

"Harry! "

"What?" The curly headed boy snapped back at his father with angry tears streaming down his face. At first, you could feel the anger radiating off of his body, but as seconds went by, his frustrated and infuriated look turned into sad expression, a frown appearing on his pink lips. His bottom lip trembled, and his loud intakes of breaths became slightly loud sobs. Harry didn't want Desmond to see him the way he was. Quickly, he sprinted to their front door, running outside. Not even looking back at his father's sad and heartbroken eyes.

They were leaving it all behind.. just like they did the first time..

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Green eyes were closed, as puffs of breaths came out of Harry's dry and chapped lips. Everything seemed so dark and.. empty. All he saw was pitch black.

Though there were familiar voices coming from a far distance. "I love you Haz.. "

"I love you too.. "

Edward.

"Eddie.. "

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"Where were you?" The eighteen year old boy asked, an eyebrow arched in a questioning manner. "I was at work. "

"Yeah, at work my ass... " Harry murmured, rolling his eyes. When he was about to turn around to go to his room, his father spoke, making him stop on his tracks. "Harry.. son. I know it's been hard for you. It has been for me too. But we both know that we need to move on. It's been quite some time, yeah? He's not going to come back. He's g — "

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. He's not. He's still out there, I can feel it. I can feel him. So don't you come and say that he's not going to come back. "

But he doesn't even know who I am..

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