The Story of May ♥

Decisions.
Everybody has to make a decision, because they are important.
Decisions, those bring us forward.
Decisions, those are bad for us.
Nobody knows, of they are for the best or the worst.
Nobody knows what they will end up.
Some people hate decisions, some people love them.
Some say that the decision is right; some say that the decision is wrong.
Sometimes they are planed, sometimes they are spontaneously.
Sometimes we have to make them, because there is no other way.
Sometimes we have to make them, because we have to choose our way.
The result of a decision could only be seen after we made the decision.
If we choose there is no way back.
We can try to make the things less worst, but we will never get it all back.
We can learn from decisions,
Because they show us a way to wisdom.
Decisions can change nearly everything.
They could change a whole life, if we chose.
We always have to choose.
Even I had to choose…
So my story begun with a decision…

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10. Nobody compares... (Louis view)


Louis view:
Niall went out and Liam started one of his lectures about how I often act before I think. Then I really thought about the situation. Niall was right. I made a mistake and I hurt May. Then Zayn interrupted my thoughts, when he asked the most important question: “What if May really leaves London? I mean with her talents she could get where ever she want…” I looked up: “You’re right. Okay, Harry you should really go home. She might get there. Zayn you stay here and Liam, Danielle and Perrie can you try to find out what’s wrong with her?” I asked a nurse for a scissor and cut my hair by myself. They all looked shocked, but I just said: “With different hair nobody will really see, who I am.” Then I put sunglasses on and left. I walked through London for hours, until I find her. It was just luck. I was nearly giving up, when I walked to the next underground station. She was sitting on the ground. She leaned to a wall and cried. A street lamp was shining at her feet. She was shaking, when I sat down next to her. You’re so pretty when you cry, when you cry. Wasn’t ready to hear you say goodbye. Now you’re tearing me apart, tearing me apart. You’re tearing me apart.

 

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