tomorrowland

"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."

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29. we suck at accepting the truth; forgetting harry

Liam wrapped the Tomorrowland bracelet around my wrist as I watched his face. His skin looked tanner than what I remembered. His eyelashes must've gotten longer and and his lips were more chapped. I searched him with my eyes, wanting to know.

What happened in that one year we didn't see each other?

Was there another girl?

Was there more tattoos? 

"Why are you staring?" Liam looked up and his eyes found mine. 

"It's nothing," I said slowly as I took his bracelet and placed it around his wrist. 

"It's never nothing." 

I looked up at him. "What happened to you? Through the year?" 

He exhaled, "A lot, but nothing exciting."

The music begun to play, the intro music. The beat was loud, the chimes sparkling, the screams growing louder. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I was a mess."

I wasn't expecting that answer, "Oh."

"Cutting became the only lifestyle I grew to understand, and I let it take over my life. Do I regret it? Everyday, but I also regret leaving you in that hospital, or letting you get shot."

"Liam," I started. 

"Don't say it wasn't my fault. I'm tired of people telling me that, but it was my fault. I was the one who let Jessica get to me, and I knew I should've stayed far away from you, but I didn't. I was stupid, I was the fault. I was the one who let all those things--."

"Shh," I said, placing my hands over either side of his face. "Liam don't believe it's your fault. I understand what you are saying, but it's both of our faults. This is exactly the reason I said we aren't good for one another. We suck at accepting the truth." 

He turned his head and kissed the inner side of my palm. "I know what that feels like."

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Multicolored powder paint was being thrown through the air like confetti. It was soaked into my skin, hair, and clothing. Liam kept his hands on my body as the electric music poured through our bodies. People were jumping, screaming around us but we only listened to the music. 

The remix was slowly coming to an end, becoming almost silent and Liam spun me so I faced him. A thin layer of sweat coated our skins as the drop started to occur in the set the DJ was a master of creating. One beat was moving faster and faster and Liam and I looked nowhere but into each other.

Then the music dropped. 

The beat was loud and he pulled me close, developing me in a kiss. My hands went around his neck as I felt his fingers intertwining in my hair. I pulled away gently after the set was finished and the arena was filled with screams as I looked up at him.

It was like my body was covered in an icy heat as I smiled, "Whoa." Maybe it was just the music or the excitement of a music festival but nothing would ever beat that kiss. 

"Liam! Boston!" We both looked in the direction of the voice and saw Louis. "Have either of you seen Niall or Zayn?"

"No, why?" Liam asked. 

"Li, we have a problem," he said his voice lowering, and soon the music would drown him out.

"Let's go talk." Liam took my hand and we followed Louis to a VIP tent, where the music was a little silenter. "What's going on?"

"I know we invited him, but he has completely lost it," Louis started.

"Call management. Isn't Paul here?"

"Of course Paul is here! Where the fuck do you think he is?"

"Where are they?" 

"Lake, he's threatening to drown himself."

Liam didn't hesitate, "Then let him."

"Is Harry here?" I muttered and both Louis and Liam looked at me. 

"Yes," Liam answered. "Don't worry, I won't let him get close to you." 

"No," I begun. "Let me talk to him."

"You're insane," said Louis. 

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I walked into the lake. I told Liam to stay on shore, I could see Harry standing far out in the lake letting the moonlight paint over his skin. The music was very loud from here, but I just continued to walk. 

I was waist high in water when I reached out for him. "Harry?"

"What are you doing here?" He said without facing me. "You should be terrified of me."

"I'm not terrified," I said. "I'm worried."

"Worried?"

"Yes. I'm worried for you."

"Why?" 

"You aren't thinking right. I'm sorry if I'm the cause."

He scoffed, "You're aren't the cause. I can't believe one person could make me go to the extremes of almost murdering someone."

"Don't think about it that way."

"Which way should I think? I'm considered a mental problem. Management doesn't even want to talk to me, and my name gets thrown around like a piece of paper. I blame her."

"You should, but don't let people tell you are a mental problem. Harry you can prove them wrong."

He turned around slowly. "Can I prove you wrong?" 

I looked up at his tear stricken eyes. "You've already pulled me wrong."

"How?"

"When you pushed the gun," I said. "That proved that you were a good guy, and you don't need Jessica to make you feel better. You have yourself and that's enough to succeed, but in order to prove them wrong you need to prove yourself wrong. Start off with making amends with Liam, he needs to know that you are sorry. People aren't mind readers and even though I know you've apologized to me through your actions you need to apologize to them through your words."

He nodded, "Okay."

"You're strong Harry, and I think everyone is sorry that we all had to encounter that hell last year, but it's over. And if you are willing to forget, then I'm willing to forget."

"I think it's time for that and for you to forget me. I'm sorry I've ever stumbled into your life. Liam loves you and I should've never stepped into those boundaries. Forget you ever knew me, it's best if we never have met."

"Harry--."

"So when I introduce myself to you I want you to turn around and walk away." 

"Ha--," again he talked over me.

"Hi, I'm Harry," he begun to speak. In a way it was cheesy, but it hurt to know he wanted to make someone disappear from his life. But this might be the only way he can recover, forget. 

That was having me forget him first. 

He forgets me, I forget him. It's done, over. Nothing ever happened. 

"Never mind," I said as I turned around and walked back to shore. 

"Goodbye," was the last word I heard come from Harry's lips.

"Bye," I muttered and then I made my way to Liam. 

"Is everything alright?" He asked me.

"Everything has been forgotten," I said as I looked back out to Harry. Paul was now going out to get him. 

Liam wrapped a towel around me. "What do you mean? What did Harry say?"

I looked up at Liam and muttered, "Who's Harry?"

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ps: I actually feel bad for Harry! wahhh!

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