Spaces

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This is probably the last chapter before I go to bed, but I don't have school tomorrow so I'll probably update again tomorrow. Sorry it's so short, but it's important.
Thanks to larry.stfu for being so sweet <3

Song

Spaces by One Direction
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Louis' POV:

I wake up. I look down at Harry who is curled up in a ball with his head on my chest. I can't let him get too attached to me. I can't let him get too close. I thought that him showing affection again would instantly just turn me around. How naive of me to actually believe. Besides, I'd only hold him back. I've got a lot of shit going on, and to put that on him would be too much. He's probably going to wake up sober and forget the whole night anyways,and anything he does rember, he will regret. It's me after all. I can understand why he would regret it. I hesitate before waking him up.

"Uhh ?... oh . Louis?"

"Sorry to wake you, but um I should... I should go."

He sits up and grabs my hand, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Huh? What ? No... Louis? Did I do something? "

"You pretended to care. it's alright , no need to strain yourself anymore"

I get out of bed and stand up.

"Lou, pretend ? You think I was pretending?"

"Oh cut the shit, Styles."

"Lou... I don't understand ."

"I think you know perfectly well"

"Lou I honestly don't. I thought that after... after last night that .... things... things would be better between.... yah know ... better between us."

"I can't just crawl back. I'm not a sick puppy. I wanted to die, and now I'm still here , and you think that you're just Mr. Superman."

"Lou.. I'm sorry if I did anything to offend you, I'm sorry."

"I have to go."

I slam the door shut behind me, and run to my bunk. I grab the black box, I can find some room.

The spaces between us
Keep getting deeper...


Harry's POV:


Spaces between us
Hold all our secrets

I screw up everything. I fuck everything up that I touch .

Why did I honestly think that he was just waiting there for me to rescue him? That everything was going to be perfect again?

I go over and grab a glass and fill it up without actually looking at what I'm filling it with. Throw it back. Again. Again. I'm four glasses in and drowning in thoughts and cheap liquor.

I grab the box off my shelf. I refuse to visit the bathroom. Too many memories. I'm just about I open it when the driver of the bus slams on the breaks, things are falling off the shelves and walls, everything's rotating and fliiping, and the sound of glass shattering echoes through the empty air, and everything goes black.

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