Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Chapter 4

APRIL 14, 2014

"And then what happened?" Anne asks.

I had just finished telling her of Louis and my first fight. It seems so long ago now. It seems so stupid of me to yell at him. I wish more than anything I would've never yelled at him. Ever.

"We went to sleep."

I feel a sting in my chest. It hurts to think about us and the memories we had knowing full well they will never repeat themselves.

"Yes, but after that? When the two of you woke up?" She asks.

"Not much, really. We just got breakfast and then Louis' parents wanted him back home."

"And how did that make you feel?" She asks.

I smile a bit, reminiscing on the memory.

"I was pissed. So pissed," I chuckle and Anne joins me.

"I remember threatening to kill his parents for trying to take him away from me," I say.

Anne laughs.

"I hated them. After he was gone."

"And why is that?" God this hurts.

"Because it's their fault. It's their fault he's gone. He wouldn't have left me if they would've let him, us, be." I say.

I don't mean to cry, but the tear still slips silently down my cheek. Shit, I'm sick of crying.

"How so, Harry?"

I clear my throat and shake my head frantically.

"No. No, not today. Please, not today" I start to shake back and forth. The memories flood through my mind, one by one.

What happens next is a blur to me. The men come in. With sedatives.

NO, PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO SLEEP! PLEASE I'LL JUST DREAM OF HIM. PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO! I scream but they don't hear me, and it's all black.

***
He stands in front of me. He's here, really here. I'm sure of it. We're in all field, flowers all around us, lillies. His favourite. He smiles, but his eyes don't. 

"What's wrong, love?" I ask, running my hand along his face.

"You've got to let me go, Haz."

"No, please. Please don't leave me. No."

I start to panic, my heart sinking. Tears roll down my cheeks in an endless stream.

"Shh. Don't cry, baby."

"Please don't leave me."

"I have to, Harry."

"But I love you," I plead.

"And I love you, Hazza. I always will."

He then starts to fade, becoming more and more transparent. He smiles a sad smile again and says, "I'll see you later."

"No, no.. PLEASE ....... NO!" I scream, reaching desperately for his hand.

**

I jolt awake in the small bed I've come to recognize as my own. Shit.

I'm covered in sweat and the men rush in to make sure I haven't harmed myself. When they see that I haven't, they leave.

Hey guys!! I wanted to do a bit of a disclaimer really quickly. If this book is similar to "99 days without you", I am sorry. I don't mean for that to happen but if it does, please know it is not intentional. Love you all.

-A