The event changed everything, but a story can’t have a central theme unless there are walls to support it, roads that take you there and on, because I can’t just give you a fact and you understand it fully until I explain it. So here it is; I love Harry Styles, but the roads that I take you on to understand may not be one’s that you really want to travel, so heed the signs on the barren roadsides, and understand. I’ll tell you about the days, thirty before and thirty after, encompassing Harry’s attempted suicide.


24. 12 days before



As i sit on the couch beside him, blinking sleep from my eyes, he watchesme with amusement

"You don't have to imitate me, You know?".

"But I do. i want to be an owl," I try to joke, but i'm so tired it sounds monotonous.

"You don't have to follow me everywhere, You know?" he laughs again, but it sounds distant. Has someone stuffed my ears with cotton balls?

No-i'm just so tired

"But I do," I answer after a delayed pause, and i look again to the clock. He's been going to bed around 5AM; 7 more hours.


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