Chapter One

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The door slams shut behind me and I smell the sweet odor of home. But all these little things seem to be unimportant right now. Because of this thin piece of paper whose printing ink is dying my fingers.

I stomp up the stairs, taking two steps, just trying to run away from all the bad events. When I reach the door, a young man appears in front of me. His crooked smile is welcoming me, but unfortunately I can't give him one in return. He raises an eyebrow questioningly, knowing that something isn't right. "Hey Louis, whats wrong?", he asks uncertainly.

Without a word I hand him the piece of paper I still hold on tightly. At first Harry looks confused at me and grabs the paper. It takes him a few seconds to realize what he is looking at. He widens his eyes, mouth opened. I can relate just perfectly because I'm feeling exactly the same.

"H-how... it can't... it just can't be true", he stammers. Apparently he hasn't even the strength to talk properly. He tries again but fails completely: "No... no it never happened. I mean... how? How can it be real? We have always got it under control!" He doesn't pay attention to me anymore, his eyes flickering in all directions. I look in his eyes, which have almost lost their green color and shake my head. Yes, we have. Now we screwed things up. Harrys facial expression clearly says he is realizing the gravity of what have happened. All of his emotions vanish from his face and so does his last spark of hope. I haven't overcome the shock yet either, but we both understand the seriousness. I know that we are victims of a new reality. And I have no words to cheer up that young man and me, that could help somehow in this situation.

________________________________________Johoooo the first chapter of our first story! We are so excited for your comments so feel welcome to write your thoughts and ideas. What do you think about Harry and Louis in this story?

The question is: What the hell is going on? What do you think could help them?

And what do you do when life sucks?

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