Live in Manchester

Live in Manchester

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Who knew after three years of purposely not contacting someone all you'd ever want was to send a simple text to make sure they're happy without you. I surely didn't. I have spent past three years crying and drinking away the numbness he caused. I was his band mate for five years, his boyfriend for two, and he just... left. Just like that. One day he was just gone. Cue the shots, imaginary bartender of mine. I pull off my shirt and cover myself up with the down comforter I bought four years ago when he first moved in. Sometimes I can still feel the dip his body made in the bed, see the bouncy curls bike out from the top of the blanket, and smell the distinct cologne of the man I love. I close my eyes in attempt to soak in the memories of what once was before being jolted back to my reality.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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