Lonely Hearts Club
Out Of My Limit
Bo woke up, covered in sweat, and in a pitch black room she assumed was her bedroom. She clicked the middle button on her iphone to read the time. 3:48 am. What?
It was all just a dream. She didn't go to meet Harry, he didn't confess her love for her, they didn't kiss, her parents never met her in costa. Infact, Bo had over six hours until she was due to meet Harry, and tell him the news. Why was she dreaming out about him? More importantly, why was she dreaming about the pair getting together?
Bo threw her body back down so her head was back on her pillow and sighed loudly. If her mind wasn't messed up before she met Harry, it definetly was now.
She didn't know how she felt about Harry. He seemed so complex, but so simple at the same time. He seemed to be getting better when it came to the alcohol, but Bo suspected that the lack of alcohol was having an effect on his personality, he seemed constantly down, and when Bo would question him, he'd put on a fake smile and say he was just fine. Although little did Bo know that it wasn't the lack of alcohol that was causing his mood swings. It was her. Bo. He wanted her, scratch that, he needed her, and everytime someone commented on them being 'a cute couple' or something of the sort, whilst Bo explained they were just friends, Harry's heart was shattering. But there's one thing Bo was aware of, that Harry definetly wasn't. Bo's heart was shattering too.
As Bo lay awake, knowing that getting back to sleep would now be impossible, seen as Harry had crept into her mind, Harry also lay awake. With his arm behind his head and his only movement him blinking every now and then, just staring up at the ceiling, his lips forming a thin line.
He had tried so hard, so hard to please her, and hoped it would make her realise, but she never did, so Harry was now struggling to see the point in even trying anymore.
He stormed towards the drinks cabinet, only this time, there was only one voice inside his head, the devil's. Bo was gone. Sure, she had arranged to meet him in a mere six hours, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, they always met up for no reason at all.
He grabbed the three bottles that just happened to be the closest to him. He needed to drown his sorrows, and he didn't care what with. He just wanted the pain in the pit of his stomach to just go away. Was that really too much to ask?
******
Bo waited and waited, Harry was now over half an hour late, and a feeling inside her was screaming at her to go check on him, and the feeling was getting annoying, so that's exactly what she did. She took one last sip from her now nearly empty coffee mug, grabbed her satchel and stormed out of costa, not forgetting to slam the door on her way out. What she expected to find at Harry's she had no clue, but she was hoping she would find him, preferably with a pulse.
Bo knocked on the apartment door, this was when she would usually hear the shuffling of feet. But not this time. There was silence, she knocked again. ''Harry, it's me, Bo.''
Silence.
''Now where does a world famous boyband member keep his spare key?'' Bo muttered to herself. She began to check in all the usual places, expecting to find nothing.''Above the front door, that's where, smart styles.'' Bo muttered again fiddling with the key and almost falling through the door. She did not expect the door to have so much swing let's just put it that way.
As she entered, the cause of his lateness was evident. Broken bottles lay scattered across the wooden floor, and a single cabinet door was left open in the ajoining kitchen. All the blinds were still drawn, and a lamp was still turned on.
She knew, if he was still here, exactly where he'd be. She slowly walked down the hall, dropping her bag down along the way. As she neared her destination, sounds began to interrupt the apartments silence, confirming her supiscions.
It was all just a dream. She didn't go to meet Harry, he didn't confess her love for her, they didn't kiss, her parents never met her in costa. Infact, Bo had over six hours until she was due to meet Harry, and tell him the news. Why was she dreaming out about him? More importantly, why was she dreaming about the pair getting together?
Bo threw her body back down so her head was back on her pillow and sighed loudly. If her mind wasn't messed up before she met Harry, it definetly was now.
She didn't know how she felt about Harry. He seemed so complex, but so simple at the same time. He seemed to be getting better when it came to the alcohol, but Bo suspected that the lack of alcohol was having an effect on his personality, he seemed constantly down, and when Bo would question him, he'd put on a fake smile and say he was just fine. Although little did Bo know that it wasn't the lack of alcohol that was causing his mood swings. It was her. Bo. He wanted her, scratch that, he needed her, and everytime someone commented on them being 'a cute couple' or something of the sort, whilst Bo explained they were just friends, Harry's heart was shattering. But there's one thing Bo was aware of, that Harry definetly wasn't. Bo's heart was shattering too.
As Bo lay awake, knowing that getting back to sleep would now be impossible, seen as Harry had crept into her mind, Harry also lay awake. With his arm behind his head and his only movement him blinking every now and then, just staring up at the ceiling, his lips forming a thin line.
He had tried so hard, so hard to please her, and hoped it would make her realise, but she never did, so Harry was now struggling to see the point in even trying anymore.
He stormed towards the drinks cabinet, only this time, there was only one voice inside his head, the devil's. Bo was gone. Sure, she had arranged to meet him in a mere six hours, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, they always met up for no reason at all.
He grabbed the three bottles that just happened to be the closest to him. He needed to drown his sorrows, and he didn't care what with. He just wanted the pain in the pit of his stomach to just go away. Was that really too much to ask?
******
Bo waited and waited, Harry was now over half an hour late, and a feeling inside her was screaming at her to go check on him, and the feeling was getting annoying, so that's exactly what she did. She took one last sip from her now nearly empty coffee mug, grabbed her satchel and stormed out of costa, not forgetting to slam the door on her way out. What she expected to find at Harry's she had no clue, but she was hoping she would find him, preferably with a pulse.
Bo knocked on the apartment door, this was when she would usually hear the shuffling of feet. But not this time. There was silence, she knocked again. ''Harry, it's me, Bo.''
Silence.
''Now where does a world famous boyband member keep his spare key?'' Bo muttered to herself. She began to check in all the usual places, expecting to find nothing.''Above the front door, that's where, smart styles.'' Bo muttered again fiddling with the key and almost falling through the door. She did not expect the door to have so much swing let's just put it that way.
As she entered, the cause of his lateness was evident. Broken bottles lay scattered across the wooden floor, and a single cabinet door was left open in the ajoining kitchen. All the blinds were still drawn, and a lamp was still turned on.
She knew, if he was still here, exactly where he'd be. She slowly walked down the hall, dropping her bag down along the way. As she neared her destination, sounds began to interrupt the apartments silence, confirming her supiscions.
Notes
You're all gonna hate me i know! I'M SORRY OKAY! But I'm afraid things in life are more complicated than this usually, both of them finding out that they both like eachother would just be too easy.PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, YOU CRAZY FANS SCARE ME
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Sophie-x
11/18/13