Let Me Love You

To a New Beginning

A/N- OH MY GOSH GUYS THIS IS MY FAVOTIRE CHAPTER.

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Harry's P.O.V.

"I can't do this." I whined to Louis.

I was standing in the middle of the airport, passport and carryon bag in hand. The announcer just claimed that the flight to Paris was about to leave at any moment.

"You can and you will." He told me, placing his hands on my shoulder.

"It's been so long, Lou! She's forgotten about me! We haven't spoken in so long!"

He sighed out of frustration and gave me a push toward the metal detector thing so I could board the plane already.

"You're going to go. And you're going to find her and fix things." He said reassuringly.

"What if she doesn't want me to find her?"

He didn't answer me. He just kept ushering me over to the metal detector thing and practically ripped my shoes off and put them in the bin along with my carryon. Wait a minute...

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you put your things in here too? Where's your bag? What the hell is going on?" I spewed question after question at him.

"I can't go with you from here." He told me.

"What?"

"I don't have a ticket." He smiled.

"You told me you were coming with me!" I shouted.

"Sir, you have to keep moving." The security guard told me.

I looked between him and Louis, my eyes growing wide. Louis was so dead. He waved at me from where he was standing, a proud smile on his face. He knew I wanted to hurt him and he was happy about it.

"Good luck, Curly!" he shouted as the security guard pushed my frozen body towards the boarding area for the plane. My bag and my shoes were shoved into my arms and I walked blindly onto the plane and sat in the back.

I was going to be sick.

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Riley's P.O.V.

Saying that I was fine would be lying. Because I'm not fine, I'm far from it actually. But I put on a happy face and I smile to the world and try my best to live every day to the fullest. But then night time comes and I cry myself to sleep. It's been that way for a while now. A long while. Right now, it was the summer after my senior year and now I was being thrown into the real world with no idea what to do with my life or where to go.

After what happened with Harry and I, I promised myself that I would do something for myself to try to make me truly happy again. So what did I do, you might ask? Well, multiple things really. I got a small tattoo on the inside of my wrist that says, "Je t'aime" in fancy writing. I dyed my hair black and got the under layer blue. But after a while of that, I just went back to brown. It suits me better.

And for the final touch, I got a one way plane ticket to Paris. Yes, Paris. The city of love. Where everywhere you go, you see couples so in love that it's sickening. All it does is remind me of what Harry and I used to be. Which doesn't help the situation because I came here to get away from everything. Well that and I've always wanted to come here.

Speaking of Harry, we don't talk. I haven't talked to him since the day he literally drove out of my life. He's probably with Violet right now. Or maybe it's someone else entirely. If I said I could care less, I knew for a fact that I would be lying to myself because frankly, I do care. I care that he's not here with me right now.