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" Your correspondent can not be contacted for the moment please-"
Shit ! shit ! shit
This is probably the time i call him and try to get an answer from him but nothing else than this stupid answering machine where i can hear his slow and angelic voice that i already miss . My right hand couldn't stop shaking i was so stressed so scared to a point that i want to scream as loud as i can and cry .
- Please Harry .. pick up the phone babe please..I beg as if he can hear me now.
I sadly look at my mum who came to my house as soon as i called her . She was also trying her best to call my lovely boyfriend , call his family even ask our friends which make them worry even more about Him But as the 28th time she ends up looking at me with that "sorry" Look.
I'm really trying my best to be strong to pretend that everything will be alright , that i'm overreacting too much and that Harry is just late and he'll come back . so i kept repeating to myself
- Calme down louis.. Everything is gonna be fine.. chill out there's no need to worry this much right?"
So i took my phone once again begging God that Harry will finally pick up and here i am again waiting... waiting .... waiting...
"Your correspondent-"
That's it !
i aggressivly throw my phone on the wall i watched it completely broken in pieces on the floor while my tears were softly falling down on my cheeks feeling their salty taste in my mouth. Mum came closer to me and touched my shoulder and that's when i let go the shell of " strong louis" and started crying and screaming and sobbing like a 2 years old baby in my mother's arms while she kept cuddling my hair and whispering
- Everything will be okay boo .. he's at a concert .. remember the Fleetwood Mac ticket concert that you offered him today and he was so happy about it ? remember? he probably didn't hear his phone ringing darling..."
Just by hearing her voice i knew she was as worried as me and she was praying god that harry will come back home soon cause everyone was worried espacially His mom who couldn't stop calling us to know if harry came back home or no .
- Harry ... mum i just want harry ! where is Harry?! what the fuck have i done?! this is my fault ! this my fucking fault! i should have went with him! THIS IS MY FAULT
- Don't say something like that... She says holding my shoulders forcing me to look at herdon't you dare say something like that?! nothing is your fault honey! it's nobody's fault sun...Harry is fine He's gonna be fine! he's a big boy right? "
i desperatly looking at my mum hoping everything she said was true and that in a few minutes Harry will be Home , smiling so big , his cheeks will be red of the fun he had in the concert then hugging me and apologizing for being late.
i was hoping until...
"A big explosition happened Tonight in the concert Of fleetwood Mac-"
Shut up. Shut up . No this isn't real . shut up
" We can unfortunately confirm that 80% were badly injured and that 20% were found dead"
-SHUT UP ! SHUT UP ! SHUT THE FUCK UP i shout
20% dead.... 50% badly injured ... dead and injured .... explosition ... concert ... Harry... Harry went There ... he could be dead or badly injured ... I look at the TV , i see blood , tears , i hear people crying , screaming , others completely dead i can't take the sound of those painful and horrible screams anymore!
- STOP IT ! STOP IT ! TURN IT OFF ! TURN IT OFF! JUST BRING ME BACK HARRY ! "
Mum is also crying i can't even imagine how Anne must be feeling right now ... i look at my mum who didn't stop hugging me till now and asks her
-Mum? is harry gonna be alright? huh? is he gonna come back? Harry please come back home i beg while my voice cracks again
she doesn't answer cause no one besides God knows the answer i just keep looking at the door hoping he'll be back soon . I thought that by offering him this concert he'll be the happiest human on earth and we'll finally have a new and happy life together ... but i offered death to Harry.
i'm a monster
a fucking monster
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