Locker 17

Chapter 105

"Good." A small smile covers his face.

By the time I take a look around, it's dark. We've been out all day since we left the hospital, time flies I guess. It's been an exhausting day. The whole hospital thing, the break up, wanting to go back with Harry but instead I'm here with Dominic. I just want everything to go back like it was before.

"Um, can we go now?" Dominic tilts his head, looking over at me.

"Sure, where are you staying?" I can't tell him. If I do he'll question me on who I'm staying there with. He'd never believe me if I said I afforded the hotel room.

"You know what, I'll just call Liam to pick me up." I'm quick to change the options we have. There's no way I'm letting him come close to where me and Harry are staying at.

Twenty minutes pass before the cab I called arrives at the cafe. Dominic left about five minutes prior to it getting here. Those fifteen minutes in between all that was enough time to think about what I want, with Harry. All that has happened here in Paris has been nothing but bad horrible things. Paris was supposed to be an escape from reality, from everyone at school, just for me and Harry. It's been everything but that. The first night in this glorious city was paradise, sadly it was too good to be true. No one ever said it'd be easy trying to keep a stable relationship, why did I think it ever would be?

Then night Harry decided it was time for me to take a turn in bed was the worst. I've spent every single day wondering why he did what he did in such a rush. There was no need for him to have made the decision he made. Was he just trying to see if he had gotten past the whole Sam thing? Could be.

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Thankfully the cab driver was nice enough to spare me the ride. Little did I remember I wasn't the one carrying around the money, it's been Harry the whole time we've been here. Guess I forgot to reclaim what was mine when we, broke up.

I stand in front of our hotel room's door, battling whether I should go in and tell Harry how I feel or going in there and continuing this ridiculous "friendship" we have going on. Harry's trying to keep his distance, yes, but the more he does the more I feel he's becoming distant from me. It's like he doesn't give a shit about who talks to me. Earlier today he didn't seem the least bit annoyed or mad when I mentioned me and Dominic going out. I miss my Harry.

My hand grabs the door knob before I know what I'm doing. I take a deep breath, opening the door and stepping inside. The look on Harry's face is confusing. He looks shocked like if he's seen a ghost. His lips part in an attempt to have words come out from in between them but they don't. In his hands there's a book, my book. He has it opened on a page, not quite sure which it might be but by the looks of it it's one that contains a lot of highlighted parts.

The book is the same book I gave Harry, it's only a copy of it. After I gave Harry my copy, I went ahead and bought a new one. This one is different. As I reread it, I would highlight text in it. Quotes that held significance to my life or that I could some how relate to me, were sure to be highlighted. But why does he have it?

His hands tremble underneath the book as he opens his mouth once again to try to speak.

"I'm in love with you." The shakiness if his voice shows how nervous he is, or scared, what would I know? He's not himself, he's acting a lot like he was the night that the whole "Sam" thing surfaced.

"Harry," I whisper, unaware of what exactly is it that I'm going to say. Without thinking, I take a step towards him only to be stopped by his words.

He looks down at the book on his hands and behind to read off of it. His voice still shaky and hands trembling.

"I am in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you, Louis." He looks back up at me once he's finished reading the words off the book. Did he really just do that? He couldn't have, he's not the all romantic type of person but he just proved me wrong.