Over My Head

Over My Head

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"Ma chérie, ma chérie, je t'aime, ma chérie." Those words. Those bloody awful words. They bewitched me. I was put under his spell. For what? Brutal heartbreak. And now, nine months later, I have to see him again. Thanks to the engagement of two very close friends. But staying under the same roof as him? Seeing him every day? Can I handle it? At least I'll be with my best friends. They will help me. It's the what ifs that get to me. What if... He apologizes? What if... He still loves me? What if... I still love him? What if... My healed heart wasn't as healed as I thought it was? What if I'm not ready to face Liam James Payne again?
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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