One Wrong Kiss (Harry styles)

Chapter- 34 (part 1)

Hey there delilah :)

Okay so an early update whooo.

Anywhore this is only a half part of chapter 34. I just thought why not give a sneak peak.

so here it is guysss.There is a link of Enrique Iglesias 'Addicted' attached.

Listen to it while reading the chapter to get some feels. heheh

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Enjoy it :)

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Do you ever feel the urge to give up and just take the fall? Do you ever feel like the entire universe conspires in making you suffer? Do you ever feel like you're six feet under the ground because all the eyes are trained on you waiting for an answer and you have nothing to say?

At this specific moment that is how I feel. Guilty

Why? You may ask.

Well, honestly I have no clue.

All I know is that I have to face the eight boys awaiting my answer. But what am I supposed to say?

No matter how I phrase it, it will end up pissing them off.

Do I have any other way out of this? Oh how I wish I do. Unfortunately, god loves putting me into situations like this, where I am forced to put on the guilty crown and hung my head in shame.

"Why?" Liam's deep voice drowned out the silence.

My eyes were trained on the royal blue carpet, studying the details of the intricate floral pattern in which it was weaved. How did I ever miss this? I thought, subconsciously tilting my head to study the patterns more keenly.

"You have a whole day to study the carpet. Your concentration on the present situation is much appreciated right now" Zayn sighed.

I grimaced at the thought of them confronting me about the whole issue. I know they are disappointed in me and I don't blame them because I am disappointed in myself.

But what did they expect after all the pain Harry has put me through; my mind drove me through that path.

I started it as way of healing pain and concealing my wounds but it soon turned out into a habit and in less time an addiction.

Addiction, what a word; no, actually it's a label.

You love someone beyond forever, because for you forever is the time until which your stays true then you're labeled as Love addict.

You take a few milligrams beyond the capacity your system can tolerate you're labeled as Drug addict.

You end up having sex beyond a certain count, you're labeled as Sex addict.

You work beyond your usual hours; you're labeled as work addict.

Just because we do something beyond the prescribed or suggested, we are labeled as addicts.

Then why are we not labeled as Pain addicts?

You experience pain beyond your limits and you're not labeled as pain addict?

Why?

I'll tell you why, because pain comes with no limits. Pain has no rules. It is an endless supply of tears, heartbreak and finally demolition of your own soul in the extremities.

Pain is inevitable and therefore either you should accept it or you should accept it.

There is no other choice. But you will never be labeled as pain addict because it doesn't bring you ecstasy. That happiness you get when you're addicted to something, pain never gives you that.

If addiction maneuvers you to happiness, then pain most certainly cannot be called as addiction.

But if addiction means going beyond your limits then pain has to be added to your list of addictions.

In my dictionary pain is most definitely an addiction.

"You were a drug addict?" Luke exasperated.

At this point I am sure they were judging me, but what was I supposed to do?

It was hard.

Life was hard.

Living and breathing were something I long forgot.

Everything around me was dark and I was so desperate to find that single ray of light.

In the darkest hour of my life, those white powdery crystals kept me going.

I never moved on.

I never lived.

I'd never forgotten.

All I did was breathe.

Something apart from survival

Those drugs kept me from dangling off that thin wire called sanity.

No I was not an addict. They were not my escape out of pain; they were a way to subside the impending thoughts of self harm.

Happiness for a miniscule fragment of second is what they gave. Something the entire universe deprived me from.

No I am not a drug addict.

But they made you happy, isn't it?

Yes they did.

You're called an addict to that particular thing that brought you happiness. You said it for yourself, remember?

Yes.

So you're a Drug addict.

Am I?

You know the truth.

Honestly, I don't know.

Accept it. You are one.

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May be I am.

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Okay well, I am crying. Gimme a second okay? okay.

So that was deep. f**k

Okay well the last two chapters will be the same way. deep

and, I know this chapter is short and suck-y but I promise there will be a lot of drama in the next. So get ready delilahs, dianas, georgia roses and olivias.

BTW did you guys listen to History?

One word. FUCK

I am so tempted to click on that leaked link, but oh well I will wait for the album to release.

leave your comments below and vote please.

love y'all

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