Song for this chapter is Long Drive by Caroline Dare
**Harry's P.O.V**
I eventually managed to convince Louis to let me go to him. I didn't want him driving all the way to Cheshire. I couldn't risk him seeing Ethan. I know how much anger there still is. Ethan has tried to talk to me since I got home but I refuse to see him. He almost tore me and Louis apart for good and I will never forgive him for that.
As I'm driving, I just start thinking. So much could have happened since I left. I almost got a boyfriend. But I just can't get over Louis. But was he over me? He assumed I was over him, so he had to be right? But then why would he ask to meet me? I had asked Niall and Liam but they didn't know. I missed them both, and Delilah. I wish I could have gone to her birthday, but if Louis went, I wouldn't want to bump into him. And he wouldn't want to see me. I was planning on staying in Doncaster for a week, so I could see Liam and Niall as well, since they had moved there. But my main focus was Louis. It was starting to get dark, as I came in the evening. I wanted to see Louis after a proper nights sleep and a shower, so I would meet him tomorrow morning at Starbucks. I was already so nervous.
I turned on the radio and just listened for a while. I needed to clear all my thoughts. There was so much running around my mind. I just needed to get to Doncaster safely. It was a long drive, so I just needed to calm down.
"Rolled down windows
Driving down a backroad
Cranking up her favorite song
Don't know where she's headed
She don't need directions
She'll be driving all night long
The sweet taste of freedom
In the air she's breathing
Just trying to feel alive
Ain't no looking back now
She's gone off the tracks now
It's gonna be a long drive" I join in with radio. I haven't heard this song in a while. When the song ends, I turn off the radio. I'm getting closer to Doncaster and I need to start preparing what I will say to Louis.------------
I finally reach Doncaster and decide to take a detour. Instead of going straight to the hotel, I decide to visit the bridge.
The bridge was the first place I ever remember meeting Louis. We were 2, so the memories are blurry, but I remember my mum taking me on a walk. She took me to this bridge, picked me up and I looked over the edge of the barrier. Down at the bottom, by the side of the river, was a little boy with his mum. My mum shouted to them and the boy looked up. He seemed nervous and just ran into his mum's arms, which was difficult as she was pregnant. My mum then put me down so we could continue our walk. She took us down to the edge of the river and started talking to the other boy's mum. We were all sat at a little beachy area on the side of the river so I took my shoes off and started paddling. I screamed when I saw a fish and the other boy just started giggling. I looked over at him and that's when I saw his eyes for the first time. He then took his shoes off and paddled next to me.
"Oops." I laugh as I slip over, getting soaked.
"Hi." He giggles. "I'm Lou."I smile back at him. "Hi Lou. I'm Harry. But special people call me Haz. You can call me Haz because you seem special." I say back at him. And that was our first memorable interaction.
I wipe a tear from my eye as I remember this. I reach the bridge, and at this point it's 10 pm so I expect it to be empty. But on the bridge there is one other car. A familiar one. I turn off the engine and get out, suddenly worried. It's hard to see as it's dark but I make out a figure by the edge. They are the other side of the barrier. I think they were going to jump. I suddenly start running as fear builds up. I hear the figure sob. Their cries seem familiar. Too familiar.
It was Louis. He was going to jump.
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