SPACES [Editing]

Prologue

LOUIS TOMLINSON

Everything is spinning. I'm trying to see clearly through the strobe lights but all I see are blurred streaks of blue, red and purple lights.

Coming here's probably not the best idea, but it's too late now. My blood has already drowned in alcohol and I got vodka running through my veins.

I wanted this. I wanted to forget.

"You okay, Liam?" I asked my friend while I was leaning on him. He should be the one who's asking me the question but I guess my inability to walk straight's a dead giveaway.

"I'm not Liam, I'm Harry. Liam's over there, making out with Zayn." The guy answered while trying to lift me up. He was slouching now, adjusting to support my weight. I knew he was drunk too, I forced him to drink with me earlier while I was telling him my sob story.

My face was inches away from his and even in the darkness of this gay bar, I could see his eyes.

"I-I've always wanted to get married," I told him. "I was supposed to propose to her when I found her on top of that man. Why? Was it b-because I wanted to make our first time special for her? Was it because I was too short?" I told Harry. He was probably tired of hearing the same thing again and again, but he wasn't complaining.

"Will you marry me?" I heard someone say. I didn't know who it was, neither did I know who was being asked. All I know is that I wanted the girl to say yes to the guy. I want them to be happy because I never will be.

She doesn't love me and I don't want to remember what just happened a few hours ago. Even just for one night, I want to forget.