Reading Between the Lines - l.s

rantipole

rantipole

(n.) a wild, reckless young person
(v.) to be wild and reckless
(adj.) wild and reckless

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"I'm sorry Harry but it's over. I figure I should be completely honest with you because I do care for you, umm there's someone else. I know this must hurt a lot and I'm really sorry, you deserve someone better than me. I hope you find that someone, I really do. I also hope once you're ready we could still be friends." Luke told me. He was wiping away the tears falling down my cheeks as I sobbed.

You see I wasn't expecting him to even be coming over today, so when he called I was a bit nervous. I was right to be too because look what's happened. I was hoping Luke would be my fairy tale ending. I'd never liked someone as much as him. We were together for 5 months and I was going to tell him I loved him soon. Obviously the feelings weren't mutual. I understand though, he's always been sweet, even while breaking my heart I can't be mad at him. Never the less I couldn't be his friend, at least not yet.

"Just give me some time please." I chocked out.

"Of course. I really am sorry Harry. Do you want me to stay with you for a bit or leave. I do still care and want to make sure you're okay, but I know that might not be what you need right now." Luke mumbled into my neck while giving me a hug, trying to calm my tears.

"I'm-I-I would like to be alone right now." I told him.

"Okay....please don't cry over me Harry, I'm not worth tears staining your beautiful face." That was the last thing he told me before he left.

God dammit he couldn't be a douche so I could be mad at him. He just had to be caring and sweet all the time. I realise that's one of the reasons I loved him so much. He felt like he had to put others feelings before himself. Of course he couldn't always do that, if he wasn't happy with me who was I to stand in his way of his happy ending. He deserves that, he really does.

I decide to try to push away my depressing thoughts and pick up the Louis Tomlinson book I've been reading. It's actually the one Luke bought me just a few days ago. I was almost done, only having a few chapters left. It was amazing just like the rest of Louis Tomlinson's books. As of right now John was about to drive over to Lila's house to propose to her. After months of her father hating him he had finally got his permission to marry Lila. He knew he didn't need it but he knew how close Lila and her father were and didn't want to taint their relationship. I let out a content sigh, curling up with the book.

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I've decided reading this book wasn't the best idea. I was trying to make myself forget about my pain and stop crying. Yet here I am shutting the book after reading the last pages and sobbing into my blanket. John got in a car crash on his way to Lila's to propose. He was in a coma for weeks before the doctors finally told Lila there was no way to survive and she ended up having to pull the plug on his life support. It went to months later, talking about the depression Lila had gone through after loosing John. In the end she had finally got the courage to clear out his things at his house. When she checked his mailbox she saw a package. It was clearly from months ago and she figured it was okay for her to open it. When she did there was a note on top. The note wished John luck with proposing and said sorry the delivery of the ring took so long. The end left her even more heart broken than before because she now knew he was on his way to propose when he died.

So yeah I'm definitely in a worse state than I started. I was now sad over not only my love life, but the fictional one written by Louis fucking Tomlinson. Always playing with my emotions.

I decided sleep was the best medicine and let myself sink into my soft, warm bed.

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Waking up the next morning I was a mess. Luke and I were supposed to have a date today. Of course that left me feeling crushed. I got up cleaning myself up and trying to make breakfast. I failed though because I couldn't focus. I ended up burning the bacon and the toast and was stuck with bland cereal. I was thankful it was summer so I wouldn't have to go to any classes. I knew I couldn't deal with seeing anyone I knew at the moment.

After many dreadful hours of sobbing over my pitiful life I noticed it was 10pm. I really needed to forget for a little. So I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door. After the 30 minute car drive I finally reached the club I had been looking for.

Once inside it didn't take long for me to be shit faced. I was taking shot after shot trying to forget about the way Luke's lips had felt on mine, the way his hand felt intertwined with mine, the way it felt to cuddle with him every time he came over.

Deciding to have a little fun I went out on the dance floor and began to grind on some random guy. He clearly didn't mind, only pulling me closer. When he got a little too handsy though I knew I couldn't do this. I'm not some slut that's gonna go home with a random guy. I take some more shots and dance a little more before making my way out of the club. I check my phone to see it 3am. I wobble my way towards my car and I'm about to open the door when I almost trip over. Shit I should probably call someone, I can barely stand. I didn't think and just picked a random person in my contacts. First I tried Niall but he didn't answer, so I tried Liam, again no answer. I started to cry because I felt so damn helpless. I knew I had to call someone but there was only one other person who lived anywhere near here. I sighed calling his number.

"Hello." Luke said breathing heavily. What the fuck is he doing.

"Babe did you really have to answer it right now?" I heard a voice in the background.

"He's crying for god sake oh god. Harry are you okay?" Luke asked worriedly. I was more focused on the fact that he was in bed with another guy, but I knew I needed to get home.

"I- um, suh I kunda neeeed a ride hm." I tried to tell him.

"Oh god are you drunk? That was a stupid question I can tell you are. Where are you I'm coming to get you." I could hear shuffling on the other end.

I told him where I was and leaned back against my car. I was sitting there for a solid hour before Luke showed up. A boy climbed out of the car with him, I really wish he hadn't because I could guess who he was.

"Oh god, alright I'm gonna drive you home while Ashton here drives your car back so we don't have to come back for it tomorrow." Luke said picking me up.

"Okay." I mumbled sleepily into his shoulder, dropping my keys to the ground so Andrew or whatever could get them.

Luke setting me in his car was the last thing I could remember because I quickly passed out.

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Yep chapter two is just a Harry chapter to see a bit about his life. Next chapter will focus on Louis.

~B