Lonely Hearts Club
Don't Let Me Go
Due to the lovely comment by @picklemefancy I shall be updating again. You see, commenting really does make updates come faster!
She opened the bathroom door, finding Harry leaning over the toilet. As Bo neared closer, she realised he was asleep, his sweaty curls grasping his forehead. This was one of the only times where, espite the circumstances, Harry actually looked peaceful, his eye lids covering his most likely bloodshot eyes, and weirdly, he really did look comfortable. But he couldn't stay like this forever, and Harry was too heavy for Bo, so there was really only one option. Wake Harry Styles up.
''Harry.'' Bo whispered, but then realised it wasn't going to work.
''Harry, wake up.'' This time she spoke confidently, wiping some curls away from his face. Harry's eyes fluttered open as he released a small groan.
''Bo?'' Harry grumbled.
''What have you done to yourself Harry.'' She sighed stroking his cheek with her hand.
He didn't reply, he just looked down. You see, it was like the night had this power over him,but then when morning came, he was back to the old Harry. Although hardly anyone saw this Harry, because he was usually in bed with a hangover.
''Come on, let's get you to bed.'' Bo knew it was the wrong time to starting interrogating Harry, she would just have to wait to know exactly what went on last night. As she pulled him up Bo couldn't help but notice he was only in a pair of very tight, black calvin klein boxers, all his tattoos clearly visible. That was another thing she needed to have a word with him about, slow down with the tattoo's.
As Harry had his arm draped over her shoulder, struggling to keep his eyes open, he turned his face to face Bo, he placed a light kiss on her hair. ''I'm sorry, I really did try Bo, I really did, I tried to make you happy.'' He wept and Bo sat him on the bed, sitting beside him, he placed his head in his hands.
''You don't need to make me happy Harry, you need to make yourself happy. Alcohol may take the pain a way for a few hours, but then it's ten times worse in the morning.'' Bo rubbed his back looking at him sympathetically.
She couldn't leave him now. Not like this. If she moved back home, she would worry about him constantly. It would just be impossible to concentrate. ''Now come on, we'll talk about this later. You need to sleep.'' She pulled him back, further into tthe matress, making sure his head hit the pillow, and slowly pulling the over over him. He immediantly huddled into the blanket, sighing contently. She squeezed his free hand briefly reassuringly before walking towards the door. She slowly closed the door behind her, it making a clicking sound.
And as soon as it did, Harry's plea's began. ''Bo, come back, don't leave me alone!''
Bo had a decision to make. Go in there, and comfort Harry. Or pretend she didn't hear, and wait for him to wake up in a few hours.
She opened the bathroom door, finding Harry leaning over the toilet. As Bo neared closer, she realised he was asleep, his sweaty curls grasping his forehead. This was one of the only times where, espite the circumstances, Harry actually looked peaceful, his eye lids covering his most likely bloodshot eyes, and weirdly, he really did look comfortable. But he couldn't stay like this forever, and Harry was too heavy for Bo, so there was really only one option. Wake Harry Styles up.
''Harry.'' Bo whispered, but then realised it wasn't going to work.
''Harry, wake up.'' This time she spoke confidently, wiping some curls away from his face. Harry's eyes fluttered open as he released a small groan.
''Bo?'' Harry grumbled.
''What have you done to yourself Harry.'' She sighed stroking his cheek with her hand.
He didn't reply, he just looked down. You see, it was like the night had this power over him,but then when morning came, he was back to the old Harry. Although hardly anyone saw this Harry, because he was usually in bed with a hangover.
''Come on, let's get you to bed.'' Bo knew it was the wrong time to starting interrogating Harry, she would just have to wait to know exactly what went on last night. As she pulled him up Bo couldn't help but notice he was only in a pair of very tight, black calvin klein boxers, all his tattoos clearly visible. That was another thing she needed to have a word with him about, slow down with the tattoo's.
As Harry had his arm draped over her shoulder, struggling to keep his eyes open, he turned his face to face Bo, he placed a light kiss on her hair. ''I'm sorry, I really did try Bo, I really did, I tried to make you happy.'' He wept and Bo sat him on the bed, sitting beside him, he placed his head in his hands.
''You don't need to make me happy Harry, you need to make yourself happy. Alcohol may take the pain a way for a few hours, but then it's ten times worse in the morning.'' Bo rubbed his back looking at him sympathetically.
She couldn't leave him now. Not like this. If she moved back home, she would worry about him constantly. It would just be impossible to concentrate. ''Now come on, we'll talk about this later. You need to sleep.'' She pulled him back, further into tthe matress, making sure his head hit the pillow, and slowly pulling the over over him. He immediantly huddled into the blanket, sighing contently. She squeezed his free hand briefly reassuringly before walking towards the door. She slowly closed the door behind her, it making a clicking sound.
And as soon as it did, Harry's plea's began. ''Bo, come back, don't leave me alone!''
Bo had a decision to make. Go in there, and comfort Harry. Or pretend she didn't hear, and wait for him to wake up in a few hours.
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11/18/13