Harry ran and ran until he came to a bridge, the bridge that would change his life...
If we could only turn back time stop the tape and rewind..
then harry joined his brothers



23. House



The date was beautiful, except for that bitch that harassed us. The look in Harrys eyes when she came up to us was weird, something that I hadn't seen in a while, fear. His hands shook, he seemed lost, god she was such a bitch. So yeah I said something because Harry was close to breaking point and she had no idea what she was about to do, so in a way I guess I saved her too. The movie was good,well at least what I saw of it, I fell asleep, oops. 

We are on our way back to the hospital when Harry turns down a road and stops outside a house down the end, its large-ish but is pretty boring and normal, nothing special. I turn to give Harry a "why have we stopped here"? look but he is not paying attention. He is staring at the house with a sad, longing look in his eyes. It suddenly all clicks into place. 

"Harry was this your old house"? I ask and he swallows hard then nods, "shit, Harry we have to go babes" I take his arm but he doesnt respond, "Harry please don't" I beg but hes to far gone. He opens his car door and walks out, I follow slowly. We get to the front door and I take his hand and squeeze it thank god he squeezes back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key,

"How long had that been in your pocket?" I ask and he shrugs. He slots the key into the lock and turns it with a shaking hand, the door clicks and opens, my breath catching in my chest, this was not a good idea. Harry steps inside and flicks the light switch on the wall, setting the key down on the table beside him. Harry walks a little further then stops and holds his hands up to his mouth, his breathing heavy and choppy. He gazes at a jean jacket hanging on the coat rack through tear-filled eyes. He reaches out and touches it, his hands griping the fabric with such strength I think he might rip it, the tears come faster and faster. I shouldn't have let him come in, this house is full of to many memories, way to many. 

I look around and start to notice more and more things scattered around the living room. A guitar sits propped up in one corner, the strap attached to it has irish fags on it,  a leather jacket is slung across the arm of the coach, a robot sits on the coffee table.  All these things mean something to Harry, they are part of his past, parts that will hurt him. I turn back to Harry to find him still gripping the jean jacket crying silently, his legs are shaking. I wrap my arms around his body and he sobs into me. 

"Shhh, shhh" I say soothingly while gripping him as tight as I can, we shouldn't have fucking come. Harry parts from me but takes my hand and walks further into the living room, the jacket in his other hand pressed to his chest. He sees the guitar and lets out a moan, more tears falling. 

"Nialls guitar" He sobs, "oh god.." he strokes the strings and wood, his fingers brushing over the strap, catching on the irish flag making him wince.

"Harry, we need to leave" I say tugging on his arm 

"No, I cant Charlie" he whispers

"Yes Harry, please" I beg 

"They left their stuff here" he looks at me, his green eyes filled with tears, more roll down his cheeks "They left it here" he rises his voice, "Fuck" he sobs loudly and kicks the guitar across the room. one of the strings twangs off making him flinch again . He walks over to the over-turned guitar and bends down to pick it up.

"Im so sorry Niall, Im so, so fucking sorry" He looks up at the ceiling and starts to shout "I AM SORRY NIALL, I AM SORRY BOYS, I AM SO, SO ,SO SORRY" 

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