Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 40

Lmao, I just realized I used the same concept and incident at the end of the previous chapter. But whatever 🤷. I'll change it when I finally edit this book anyway. Which will be at..

Never. And I don't necessarily ship Niam hard, but they're a great bromance. Sorry Niam shippers. And I'm also sorry if you guys don't like the parts that involve Larry.

By the way, this is just me being fucking sad and miserable so.. I mean, who tf cares anyway?

Me: they're here for the book, not for your sad rambles. Weirdo.

Edit: help me! There's a fucking cockroach in my room that somehow fucking got in for some reason! I promise I'm not being petty, because one morning I woke up to a cockroach creeping up on my neck. Fucking hell.

Edit-edit: I'm starting to think people don't even ship Edward and Zayn and it's just me who does lmao  XD.

Anyway.. xx

- A

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Harry pitied himself if he was being completely honest. Why didn't he run away sooner? Why did it take him so long to finally do what was right? Why didn't he leave to find his brother earlier? He felt so stupid for not doing anything. Pathetic, that's what he was.

Why did he let his fear take control? Harry guessed he wasn't strong enough. That might be the only possible reason to why he hasn't done shit over the past years. The brunette was seated on Louis' bed, thoughts haunting him as he was alone. Louis went down to make some tea for the both of them, though Harry missed his arms around him already.

Harry needed to stop being clingy and needy. Louis had better things to do rather than take care of him and listen to the bullshit he calls his life. For the last couple of hours, he spent his time sobbing and crying until he couldn't anymore. But it didn't seem to stop. Because whenever he stopped, he just let out more tears and cried even harder.

It was too much for him. The curly headed lad was just too overwhelmed, but in the back of his mind, he kept telling himself to wipe his tears away and face it. Harry could only imagine how hard it was for his brother to live off on their mothers savings. Edward had to live his life on his own at such a very young age. His brother needed to be independent because he had absolutely no one to turn to.

And the fact that Desmond left him to take care of himself, without anyone by his side, just made Harry sick to his stomach. But there was another question, lingering inside of Harry's head..

Droplets of water started to patter agaisnt the windows. At first it was light and barely even looked visible against the glass. Though the pattering gradually increased, louder and louder as minutes flew by.

"Hey, love. I got you tea." Louis walked into the room, placing both cups on his desk when he sees Harry's tears landing on his sheets. It broke Louis' heart to see him like that. The boy looked to fragile, wrapped in his covers like a cocoon.

Harry still hasn't said a word to him, or about why he was crying his heart out. The Doncaster native did not question him though, and tried his best to calm him down and bring him comfort by pulling him close. Harry rested his head on Louis' chest, while Louis rested his chin onto Harry's curls. They laid there on Louis' bed in silence, rain being the only sound audible in their ears. Well, aside from Harry's soft, heartbreaking cries.

"Shh.. it's alright, love.. it's alright.. I'm here. You can trust me, okay darling? Shh.." Louis cooed softly at his baby, rocking him gently, in a way to soothe Harry. What ever happened to Harry, he didn't deserve it. On the inside, Louis was furious, whilst he tried to hide it as much as he could.