The Love Countdown
twenty eight;
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H A R R Y ‘ S P O V
I think it was safe to say that I felt like shit the next morning. My eyes were sore and my breath reeked. What happened last night?
I rolled myself out of bed and dragged my body to the kitchen, where the smell of bacon and pancakes filled the room. “Good morning, sunshine.” Liberty joked as she laughed at my state. I didn’t bother to register her joke but instead sat myself down at the dining table and put two pancakes onto my plate.
“I can’t even remember what happened last night,” I mumbled as I shoved a piece of my pancake in my mouth.
“Well,” Libby said. “You came home and demanded me to kiss you. I said no, so you sat at the bathroom door for forty minutes and waited ‘till I came out, then, you did kiss me and ended up falling asleep on top of me.” Wow. I did all that? The only thing I remember was leaving the house, the rest of it was a blur.
“Sorry,” I said and she shook her head. “No need to be sorry.”
Libby sat down opposite me and started to eat, her eyes watching closely at the TV. She was watching The Simpsons. Typical.
I began to stare at her. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, and her hair was messy. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen her. I guess, this was the most relaxed I’ve ever been, ever since we had told each other we loved one another, everything has seemed to go a lot more smoothly. Libby deleted her social networking accounts, and told me she only uses her phone to call one of the boys and me or to listen to music.
She was finally letting go.
Before I had met Libby, I had desperately wanted to find my other half. My soul mate. The one person who could supply me with more happiness than sadness. I know, I wished to find love.
After all the pain and suffering she had to go through she was finally letting go of the past and leaving it behind her. Yes, she still was a fifteen year old teenager, whom was pushed into the spotlight at only fourteen because she was destined to be my soul mate. At first I thought it was absolute rubbish. I was never going to fall in love with some fourteen year old girl who didn’t even know who I was, I had to sacrifice everything. She was fifteen years old which still meant she was under the legal age to do anything remotely intimate, so we had to keep our kisses and hugs to a minimum.
But yet I still managed to go against everyone’s beliefs and do the unthinkable, fall in love with her. I felt like I was in some John Green book, y’know – I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once. Yeah, I know I was a sappy idiot but that’s how it felt.
“You’re staring,” she uttered without taking her eyes off of the screen. I coughed awkwardly and looked down to my pancakes. I had managed to stay staring at her the entire time my rant had been going on, and quite frankly I was a little embarrassed.
Instead of continuing with the awkwardness I groan aloud and rubbed my hands down my face. “I feel so bad.” I mumbled and pouted, making sure that Libby could see it.
“That’s what happens when you drink so much.” She replied and walked over to the kitchen where she placed her plate in the sink.
“You’re meant to be comforting me,” I retorted. “y’know, the cuddling and kissing and ‘I’ll have a shower with you to feel better’ stuff, where is that?”
Libby just scoffed loudly and skipped over to where I was seated, and placed her hands on my shoulders and her lips against the shell of my ear. “Deal with your own hangovers,” She giggled quietly and I could have died right then and there. “But if you want a shower, I’d be willing.”
And before I knew it I was standing out of my chair and throwing Libby over my shoulder, and pulling her to the nearest bathroom.
*****
L I B B Y S P O V
“I really don’t think you know how lovely you are,” Harry murmured as we lay together on the couch. The only thing on TV at this time of day was a movie we’d never even heard of, but that was okay, because as long as Harry was with me, I didn’t care.
“I really don’t know how you can think that,” I replied and I felt his grip tighten.
“You’re a lovely person; don’t let anyone tell you different.” He responded and I decided on not replying. I was too relaxed and couldn’t be bothered getting into an argument about how lovely I was.
“Have you spoken to the boys yet?” I questioned and Harry nodded.
“I’ve spoken to Niall, who said Louis had crashed at his place and was totally drunk, but he didn’t know here Liam and Zayn were.” He replied coolly. I nodded and returned my attention back to the TV.
‘We’re going to have to go to your place and move your stuff out tomorrow.” Harry sighed deeply and I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. He was making this way too hard. I had thought endlessly about how I’d fall back into my old ways if I left him, and he was making it feel as though it was actually going to happen.
“I know,” was all I could say at that moment. There was too much on my mind and I couldn’t help but feel torn between begging my Mother to let me stay; or not saying a word about it and keeping quiet.
“You know I’ll always be here if you ever need me,” He reassured and I felt as if I was on the verge of tears. “If you ever get sick of it and want someone to talk to, I’ll be here. Waiting.”
Of course he would. Nothing like this had ever happened before. It was said that once you had found your soul mate you were to stay with them forever. But my Mother had kindly breached the rules and ripped our relationship in two.
It had only just occurred to me that if Harry and I never met again that yes, we would forever have to live on our own. He wouldn’t meet anyone else and have a family, he would still be waiting for his soul mate to find him again, and that broke my heart. He would go on with his life, and dare I say it; die alone. And even though Harry was a twenty year old man, in my eyes he was still like me; alone and lost, waiting for someone to hold him together, and I guess we both did for each other.
It was the same for me, too. I’d have to return to school and be known as “The girl whose soul mate was five years older than her” and I’d have to deal with being alone for the rest of my life. I’d get a job, meet new people, and most of all grow up. I would have to get used to not having Harry in my life, and that absolutely terrified me.
“I love you.” He whispered quietly and I smiled. Harry would always love me. No matter how hard we tried to understand the fact we were probably never going to see each other, we would endlessly love one another.
“Love you,” I murmured back and all of a sudden my eyes were starting to get heavier, the soft sound of the TV mixed with Harry’s soft breathing was just enough to drift me off to sleep.
******
“Our plane leaves at eight in the morning, so tell Harry if he wants to say goodbye when you leave he can.” My Mothers tone of voice signalled that she wasn’t in the happy mood she was a few days ago. She was back to her old ways; strict and mean, everything I hated. The apartment felt cold and dull once I had cleaned out everything I owned at Harry’s. It was packed into four large boxes and loaded into my parent’s car. I was given the opportunity to stay at Harry’s apartment for the last two nights, which I gladly said yes to.
It had suddenly come rushing towards me. Like a wave of my emotions had finally hit the sores of my sanity and I was almost in tears again.
This was it.
H A R R Y ‘ S P O V
I think it was safe to say that I felt like shit the next morning. My eyes were sore and my breath reeked. What happened last night?
I rolled myself out of bed and dragged my body to the kitchen, where the smell of bacon and pancakes filled the room. “Good morning, sunshine.” Liberty joked as she laughed at my state. I didn’t bother to register her joke but instead sat myself down at the dining table and put two pancakes onto my plate.
“I can’t even remember what happened last night,” I mumbled as I shoved a piece of my pancake in my mouth.
“Well,” Libby said. “You came home and demanded me to kiss you. I said no, so you sat at the bathroom door for forty minutes and waited ‘till I came out, then, you did kiss me and ended up falling asleep on top of me.” Wow. I did all that? The only thing I remember was leaving the house, the rest of it was a blur.
“Sorry,” I said and she shook her head. “No need to be sorry.”
Libby sat down opposite me and started to eat, her eyes watching closely at the TV. She was watching The Simpsons. Typical.
I began to stare at her. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, and her hair was messy. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen her. I guess, this was the most relaxed I’ve ever been, ever since we had told each other we loved one another, everything has seemed to go a lot more smoothly. Libby deleted her social networking accounts, and told me she only uses her phone to call one of the boys and me or to listen to music.
She was finally letting go.
Before I had met Libby, I had desperately wanted to find my other half. My soul mate. The one person who could supply me with more happiness than sadness. I know, I wished to find love.
After all the pain and suffering she had to go through she was finally letting go of the past and leaving it behind her. Yes, she still was a fifteen year old teenager, whom was pushed into the spotlight at only fourteen because she was destined to be my soul mate. At first I thought it was absolute rubbish. I was never going to fall in love with some fourteen year old girl who didn’t even know who I was, I had to sacrifice everything. She was fifteen years old which still meant she was under the legal age to do anything remotely intimate, so we had to keep our kisses and hugs to a minimum.
But yet I still managed to go against everyone’s beliefs and do the unthinkable, fall in love with her. I felt like I was in some John Green book, y’know – I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once. Yeah, I know I was a sappy idiot but that’s how it felt.
“You’re staring,” she uttered without taking her eyes off of the screen. I coughed awkwardly and looked down to my pancakes. I had managed to stay staring at her the entire time my rant had been going on, and quite frankly I was a little embarrassed.
Instead of continuing with the awkwardness I groan aloud and rubbed my hands down my face. “I feel so bad.” I mumbled and pouted, making sure that Libby could see it.
“That’s what happens when you drink so much.” She replied and walked over to the kitchen where she placed her plate in the sink.
“You’re meant to be comforting me,” I retorted. “y’know, the cuddling and kissing and ‘I’ll have a shower with you to feel better’ stuff, where is that?”
Libby just scoffed loudly and skipped over to where I was seated, and placed her hands on my shoulders and her lips against the shell of my ear. “Deal with your own hangovers,” She giggled quietly and I could have died right then and there. “But if you want a shower, I’d be willing.”
And before I knew it I was standing out of my chair and throwing Libby over my shoulder, and pulling her to the nearest bathroom.
*****
L I B B Y S P O V
“I really don’t think you know how lovely you are,” Harry murmured as we lay together on the couch. The only thing on TV at this time of day was a movie we’d never even heard of, but that was okay, because as long as Harry was with me, I didn’t care.
“I really don’t know how you can think that,” I replied and I felt his grip tighten.
“You’re a lovely person; don’t let anyone tell you different.” He responded and I decided on not replying. I was too relaxed and couldn’t be bothered getting into an argument about how lovely I was.
“Have you spoken to the boys yet?” I questioned and Harry nodded.
“I’ve spoken to Niall, who said Louis had crashed at his place and was totally drunk, but he didn’t know here Liam and Zayn were.” He replied coolly. I nodded and returned my attention back to the TV.
‘We’re going to have to go to your place and move your stuff out tomorrow.” Harry sighed deeply and I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. He was making this way too hard. I had thought endlessly about how I’d fall back into my old ways if I left him, and he was making it feel as though it was actually going to happen.
“I know,” was all I could say at that moment. There was too much on my mind and I couldn’t help but feel torn between begging my Mother to let me stay; or not saying a word about it and keeping quiet.
“You know I’ll always be here if you ever need me,” He reassured and I felt as if I was on the verge of tears. “If you ever get sick of it and want someone to talk to, I’ll be here. Waiting.”
Of course he would. Nothing like this had ever happened before. It was said that once you had found your soul mate you were to stay with them forever. But my Mother had kindly breached the rules and ripped our relationship in two.
It had only just occurred to me that if Harry and I never met again that yes, we would forever have to live on our own. He wouldn’t meet anyone else and have a family, he would still be waiting for his soul mate to find him again, and that broke my heart. He would go on with his life, and dare I say it; die alone. And even though Harry was a twenty year old man, in my eyes he was still like me; alone and lost, waiting for someone to hold him together, and I guess we both did for each other.
It was the same for me, too. I’d have to return to school and be known as “The girl whose soul mate was five years older than her” and I’d have to deal with being alone for the rest of my life. I’d get a job, meet new people, and most of all grow up. I would have to get used to not having Harry in my life, and that absolutely terrified me.
“I love you.” He whispered quietly and I smiled. Harry would always love me. No matter how hard we tried to understand the fact we were probably never going to see each other, we would endlessly love one another.
“Love you,” I murmured back and all of a sudden my eyes were starting to get heavier, the soft sound of the TV mixed with Harry’s soft breathing was just enough to drift me off to sleep.
******
“Our plane leaves at eight in the morning, so tell Harry if he wants to say goodbye when you leave he can.” My Mothers tone of voice signalled that she wasn’t in the happy mood she was a few days ago. She was back to her old ways; strict and mean, everything I hated. The apartment felt cold and dull once I had cleaned out everything I owned at Harry’s. It was packed into four large boxes and loaded into my parent’s car. I was given the opportunity to stay at Harry’s apartment for the last two nights, which I gladly said yes to.
It had suddenly come rushing towards me. Like a wave of my emotions had finally hit the sores of my sanity and I was almost in tears again.
This was it.
Notes
*sob*so i reckon Libby's POV was probably the most emotional thing i have ever had to write omg :'(
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