Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 46

I've had writer's block, but who tf cares anyway? Shit book, shit plot, shit author. Nothing more to it.

- A

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Edward was clueless to say the least. Stuck in between jumping into the other side of a cliff, either fall or succeed on landing onto the plot of land a few meters away from him. Apologies hanging from the tip of his tongue and fear digging up a hole he's cooped up in.

Conflicted, confused, and upset, he could feel himself getting a bit dizzy and his mind was foggy and clouded with these familiar, negative, and horrifying thoughts. The stares were still burning against his clothed body as he sat there silently against the hard, rough bark of the tree. Covered from the light and the heat from the sun. Although he was worried, he couldn't even seem to bring himself to care. There was no reason for him to stay anyway.

However the thought of someone causing him harm made him a bit wary and swallow thickly. It made his stomach flip a few times, and his fingers twitch. Licking his dry lips, he closes his eyes, letting his loud heartbeats ring into his ears. Memories of the Bradford native yelling at him, the rain falling onto the ground heavily, and himself running with his long legs rapidly away from the Bambi eyed lad.

Emerald eyes glistening with warm tears, and he could feel his throat closing in. Why did he have to be so emotionally damaged and mentally unstable? He could feel his self-hatred eating him away, little by little, minutes passing by very slowly.

The brunette didn't even notice a pair of similar green eyes watching him with pain and sympathy. Harry was seated by the bleachers, watching as his brother let his tears fall from his eyes and drag waterlines against his pale cheeks. Harry didn't know whether or not to approach him at the moment. The twin could tell how bad Edward was suffering but at the same time, he didn't want to repeat what happened.

He had to remind himself that his brother had lost all of his memories about him. Anger was very evident on Harry's face as his facial expression turned into a scowl, resembling an adorable kitten. If he could turn back time, he would. Though that wasn't possible, so that option was off of the list.

"Hey, love. Now, why do you seem to be upset, darling?" Louis saw his boyfriend sitting by the field by himself when he was passing by and decided to come and give him some company, only to see the stress lines etched into Harry's face. Knowing that the curly headed boy was angered and thinking deeply as he was, Louis just waited for a response patiently, knowing his limitations.

Harry sighed, tasting the bitterness in his mouth. "I - it's nothing, Lou.." he said, gaze glued to his feet. Louis frowned at the stutter of Harry's words, and sadness in his voice.

"Haz, you know you can talk to me, right babe?" Harry nodded sadly at that, breaking Louis' heart slightly at the sight of tears forming in Harry's grassy orbs. "Fuck.." Harry laughed humourously, covering his face with one of his large hands to conceal and hide the fact that he was still crying over everything that's happened recently.

There were moments where Harry just felt selfish. And utterly pathetic, since he's breaking down into tears most of the time, yet Louis didn't seem to be all bothered by it at all. Louis had to be sick of him, right?But all he ever did was wrap his arms around Harry whenever he did fall apart. A beautiful disaster was what Louis had held each and every time. A wrecked, sad boy, aching and longing for his long lost twin.