Our Bed

Our Bed

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I held on tight to Harry, while I yell out Liam's name and Zayn's. My mother is probably gone like the dream I had this morning and all I thought was a thank you to Eleanor for warning me, because without her I would of been dead. This is the time to escape the house, but before that I have to cast him out of the bed, our bed. The one person I ended up sharing it to.
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A love that got so toxic. "What are we doing here Harry? Liam? For fucks sake!" "Louis. Calm down. We're concerned about you two." "Aren't we on a hiatus? You should be doing your own thing." The car door opened and in climbed Niall, then him. "Oh fuck no." "You're not leaving this car. We're taking you to see a therapist. We're going to fix you two." "We're not even having problems- "The fuck you are. Harry still calls." Louis looked at Harry with betrayal "You still call him? And complain?! About us?! Harry- "Don't blame him. He loves you and just wants you both to be happy. So do we. So shut up, and put your seatbelt on. We're going, no fucking buts."

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