"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."


33. mourn

The funeral, and the world cried. 

You could hear the girls outside the arena. The tears being concealed from Niall, Zayn, and Liam. Harry has disappeared. 

He won't answer his phone or answer any calls. He deactivated his Twitter, and every time someone from management came to his flat he threatened to kill himself. Liam tried to talk to him, but it was useless. 

I'm sure Harry found his resource to exit this world, to be invisible. 

Liam wouldn't touch me during the funeral, but tried to keep his distance. My dad instead stayed by my side while my brother took care of an emotional Niall. 

This is what I was telling Liam. We destroy things, people. We couldn't survive together, and if we do, others have to pay the price. I felt that this was my fault, the downfall of Harry, the lose of Louis, everything. 

Why couldn't I be like Harry and run away from everything? Instead when I try to run, I get pulled back. It was useless. 

Due to Louis' car accident, and the deep bruises in his body, the boys and management decided to have a closed casket. 

Louis' body was now being carried out of the arena by Liam, Niall, Zayn and my brother. As soon as the door opened, the cries, the screams were ear shattering. I reached for my dad's black coat and he pulled me close. I didn't feel right being in all black, this wasn't supposed to happen. What was happening. 

They rolled the casket into the back of the hearse and soon they all got into the car that was to follow. But before they all entered the black car they all looked out at the growing crowd and together they kissed their fingers and waved a goodbye. 

So this was the end. No more. 

They were saying their last goodbye. 

I wanted to die. 

~~Liam's POV~~

Zayn, Niall, and I all sat in the car in silence heading towards the cemetery. Was it right to bury your best friend? Was it right to not be crying? What was right? 

I watched the trees and buildings pass. Niall was sniffling, as Zayn sat as emotionless as ever. 

"I have to try and call him again," said Niall as he reached for his phone. 

"Let him go," Zayn said, but I stayed silent. 

Niall ignored him and placed his phone to his ear. The car was that silent, I could hear the dial tone. Then the voice of the recorded woman.

"Sorry, but that number is unavailable. Please redial." 

"Unavailable?" Niall questioned. 

"He probably changed his number," said Zayn.

"Or left the country," I said as I leaned my elbow against the glass, my hand holding my chin. 

"Why would he leave?" Niall continued.

"Why would any of us leave after what just happened," I started. "The band is over, how could we possibly continue after what we just been through and Harry's doing the smart thing and ignoring it all."

"Liam stop," Zayn warned. 

Niall let his head fall back as the tears reappeared. 

"Why? We all know it's fucking true. We are putting our best friend in the ground, Zayn! It's over! Everything!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Niall yelled. "Just shut your fucking mouth."

I rolled my eyes and went back to looking outside with a mutter, "Whatever." 

They all knew it was true, but of course they weren't going to admit it. They were going to dwell, sob, and soon depress themselves into nothing. 

I'm not going to have that. 

I'm going to get rid of every good thing that has happened to me.

Starting with Boston.

~~Boston's POV~~

The funeral was over. Louis was gone, and I felt I lost Liam with him. I returned to Liam's flat a couple hours after he was already home. 

I knocked and Zayn answered. 

He kept the door open for me. I looked around for Liam and saw him drinking beer on the crouch, still in his black suit. 

"Hi," I said moving in front of him. 

He wouldn't look at me. 

"Liam?" I started. 

I sat down on the coffee table, and he finally looked at me. 

"What do you want?"

I narrowed my eyes, "Please--."

"Please? Stop your motherfucking begging."

My eyes widened as I looked at Zayn. He was watching, his eyes wide as well, standing still. 

"Liam, what are you doing?" Zayn asked. 

Liam stood up, and grabbed me roughly by the arm, making me stand. "Just asking our guest to leave."

"Guest?" I questioned. "Liam what?" 

"Get your things," he said harshly. I looked up at him, his eyes black but this time not from desire or lust but from anger. 

I backed up and turned towards his bedroom. 

"He's not thinking right," said Zayn to me.

"Zayn, shut up," said Liam. "Go," he said to me. 

I wasn't sure what emotion should be flooding through my body. So I continued into Liam's room and soon my luggage was all packed. Everything I owned was now in a suitcase. The ticket for the plane I missed days ago after that rain storm, stayed on Liam's bed. 

I wasn't going to take it with me. 

He should be reminded that I decided to stay. Even though it was raining and I had no way to leave England, I came back to him. I went nowhere else, but towards him. 

Sure my dad was confused when I appeared on his doorstep after he read my goodbye note, but Liam was who I was with. Who I wanted to be with. 

I finally let myself believe that Liam and I could be something, until what happened to Louis. 

I left his bedroom with my things. "What do you want, Liam?" It was the last thing I wanted to know from him.

He looked at me, "I want you to leave."

"Fine," I said, anger rising inside me.

"No, I want you to leave and never come back." 

That was mean. "Okay," I pushed out from beyond my lips. 

"Goodbye, Boston," he said, completely stern. 

"I don't know who you are anywhere, Liam," I said to him.

"You don't need to know who I am," it was the last cold thing he said to me before I opened the door to his flat and slammed it behind me. 

Leaving him. 

How could this all be happening. Louis now Liam? What the fuck was going on?

Everything was fucked up and I was invisible to all of it. 

Liam was no longer the man I knew, who was gentle with a rough look. He was completely dark.

He was completely out of my reach.

~~Harry's POV~~

"Please buckle your seat belts," said the stewardess. 

Mine was already buckled. My hood on my jumper was covering my face, but my sunglasses completely covered me. 

Soon the plane was lifting off the ground after the stewardess told us safety directions. 

"Welcome everyone. I'm Captain Jones, and I'll be flying your way of transportation today," he said as the plane started to rise over the clouds. "We'll be leaving the country of England in one hour." 

I let my head fall back and muttered, "Thank god." 


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