SPACES [Editing]

Simple Science

"How about you?" He turned to face me. "Why are you here?"

"My husband owns the bar, remember?" I replied.

"Yeah well, there has to be a reason why you're on your... ninth shot." He counted.

"I don't know. Simple science, I guess? You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol and an inside wound with drinking alcohol. The liver can handle what the heart cannot." I told him. It's probably wrong to tell that to an underage kid, but it's too late now. I took another shot.

"Your husband doesn't know you're here, does he?"

"He doesn't have to know," I told him.

"Does he know about this?" He pointed at my bandage.

"He hasn't seen it yet,"

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's a dagger to match his rose tattoo." I replied. It was quiet for a while, me sliding him a few shots and him taking them. I didn't want to make him drunk for the big conversation with the boyfriend but I gave him enough to make him feel a little less numb for what he's going to say.

I didn't want to tell him about what's happening between me and H because I don't need one more voice telling me how stupid I was-- I've already got my mind and my conscience for that.

"Can I ask you something?" I turned to Troye. "What made you fall in love with your boyfriend?"

"He asked me that exact same question before. I told him that I loved him because he turned my world around and shook it until everything's fallen out and I didn't even mind. But the real reason was because I knew that he loved me even though he wasn't always around to tell me. We were apart for a long time and everytime it hurts, I only think about how much greater his love was than the pain I was feeling." He replied. And for the first time tonight I saw a tear roll down from his eye to his cheek.

"You're brave, you know that?" I asked him.

"He who is brave is free," he quoted. "The first time I went here, a guy named Harry told me that. I left right away and told my boyfriend that I loved him."

His face turned to the entrance and smiled when he saw someone walk in.

"He's here. Thank you, Louis." He tapped my back before running to his boyfriend who hugged him tight. He was smiling brightly at him, it was almost like he didn't have problems at all. It was obvious that he was trying to hide them from his boyfriend who also looked like he has his own share of secrets.

They moved to our spot, the couch where I first talked to Harry. The place where I told him my story before I proposed. I know it escalated quickly, but look where I am now.

I wish the past had ears for everything I want to tell it. I could've chosen someone else to marry. Things could've been easier, I probably won't be hurting now.

But I know that deep in my heart, I wouldn't have it any other way. Everyday after that, my feelings for Harry have exceeded enchantment. I've always been so enamored with him that I've stopped questioning my decisions and ended up falling for him. And in every single thing he does, he teaches me how to love a little more unconditional.

His friends' happiness makes him happy. He bathes in it and spits it out with his beauty and grace. It's almost like other people's happiness rectifies his being, like it brings him to life.

It wasn't that difficult to fall for him. Now why is it so hard to fall out of love?

I stared down at my bandage and removed it from my arm. I stared at the dagger end realized how much it epitomizes what I'm about to be for Harry. I know I'm going to hurt him, which will probably hurt me twice as much, but I have to do it.

I'm going to leave him.

THIS CHAPTER IS UNEDITED-- I JUST LET THINGS FLOW FROM MY MIND.

PLEASE DON'T SHOOT.

IF YOU'RE ALREADY FEELING PAIN NOW THEN YOU SHOULD BE PREPARED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS.

(on a pain scale of one to ten this is a five and the next few chapters will only get more painful)

Questions:

1. Someone has to knock the sense out of Louis. Who do you think will do it???

2. Do you think they'll get back together?

3. What do you think will happen? Send in your predictions! :)