Honestly I don't feel like sleeping so I'm just gonna keep updating until I can't anymore and then expect more tomorrow . Feel free to reprimand me if I don't ..
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So, this chapter .. brought to you by Hindsight by Enter The Haggis. I suggest listening to it.
Okay .. *Mario voice* here we go .~S
Harry's POV.
I run my hands through my hair as I look in the mirror on the wall by my private bunk . Management thought it would be good to give me my space or something, but I can't complain about having my private space in this sardine can of a tour bus. I look like absolute shit. My hair is greasy and stuck to my head , and the eyes in the mirror are so unfamiliar. my old face, young and unbroken, is but a memory to me .
I live my life the way I want now . Sure, One Direction was great at first, but I honestly don't see a reason to remain anymore . I'm just in it until my contract ends. I really live at night, that's what I tell myself . I tell myself that blacking out and not remembering anything is a good thing. whatever works , right ? Let's pretend I'm right . no , not pretend, I AM RIGHT. IM HARRY FUCKING STYLES AND IM HOT SHIT.
I look over to shelf to see where we are performing today. Something's not right. Something's missing .
My box. Shit. I must have left it outside the bathroom door last night . If anyone finds that box, especially Louis it's be the worst because ... I hear a loud THUD
Shit. someone found the box.
I find myself in the hallway looking down at Louis on the ground . he mutters something , but I'm not paying attention to what he says. I haven't really looked at him in a while ... he seems.... broken. For some reason I don't think to help him up. I just stabs there for a second . I think of how I hear him whimpering at night. I know what he's doing , and it kills me . he doesn't want my help . he obviously doesn't need me . I feel my eyes start to grow teary. Fuck. My eyes are swollen enough from crying . I grab the box and return to my bunk . I sit down .
Now Niall is talking to Louis. We are performing somewhere in Connecticut tonight . The tomorrow New York City.
I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow. New York City means clubs. Clubs mean alcohol and women with little self confidence. The perfect remedy for homemade amnesia. I'm not a failure. I have too much pride.
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