My Reason to Live. - One Direction Fanfic.

"It's called jigsaw heart..."

{Harry’s P.O.V}

“So how about you guys’ love life?” the interviewer asks. She’s pretty I guess, but doesn’t compare to Callie. Her words are trivial, they don’t mean anything to her, but the more I think about Callie, the more I want to leave this interview.

“I have Danielle!” Liam smiles, blushing a little as he begins to talk about his new girlfriend, obviously smitten.

“And Harry? You always seem to have a girl at your side...is Callie her name?” She turns to me and I feel my throat swell up.

“Well, erm, yeah, I guess? Uhm...yeah,” I mutter. The tears threaten to spill over, I can’t take it, I stand up, murmuring my apologies before quietly shuffling out of the room.

{Louis’ P.O.V}

“Harry!” I yell, chasing him down the corridor, I can’t believe he walked out of the interview! I know this is hurting him, god, it’s killing us all, but he can’t act like it’s only affecting him. He’s not the only one that knows her.

“Harry!” I yell again, catching a blurred glimpse of him as he dashes around the corner.

I begin to speed up, waiting for the next misconceived image of my best friend around the next bend.

When I finally get near enough, I grab his shoulder, spinning him around.

The face I see isn’t the face of my best friend though; it’s the wrecked figure of a burning man. A man with the burning desire to do the one he loves some good, only to find he is typically, unable. The destroyed physique of a broken child, who has just lost their favourite toy, the one thing they can’t live without.

All of my previous annoyances and angry thoughts swiftly exit my frazzled brain, leaving only one remaining thought. How do I make him better? How do you fix someone who is so broken that they can’t even help themselves? How do you comfort someone when you can’t even comfort yourself?

“Harry,” only a faint ghost of my voice remains, “I know it’s hard-“my voice breaks as the tears begin to form.

Harry’s tears only become more prominent, his hollow cheeks and red eyes only making him look more miserable, but nowhere near as miserable as he really feels. I pull him into a hug, no words can help right now. We collapse onto the couch beside us, holding each other, comforting each other in only a way a best friend can.

{Liam’s P.O.V}

“I hope the boys are okay...” Zayn contemplates; a pained expression on his face as he remembers the events of earlier in the interview.

“Louis got Harry, I’m sure they’ll be okay” Niall replies, his voice unsure. We all gaze at each other, sharing a worried, sad expression.

As we walk around the corner I see two slumped bodies, holding each other on the couch, and I automatically know exactly who it is.

“Harry? Louis?” I whisper, but they are both fast asleep, their exhausted minds and bodies have finally given up.

I notice their eyes, red and puffy from crying, and their pained expressions as they continue with their nightmare even in their supposed solace of dreams.

“Don’t wake them.” I shove Niall and Zayn away from the two boys, “They need to sleep, they’re so exhausted, neither of them have slept since Callie-“I stop there, unable to continue, but everyone understands.