The Love Countdown
twenty-nine;
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I didn’t know whether Harry felt the same way as I, or looked at me the same way I did to him, or even thought about me as much as I did about him. But you see, love is something that you cannot force. Yes, we were “destined” to be soul mates and not even a year ago we didn’t know anything about each other, but we gave ourselves time to develop feelings for one another, we’d both matured a lot since we first met.
Although people didn’t understand our relationship, or why there even was a relationship, we came out stronger, we learnt to ignore our enemies and their harsh words. We chose to not care about what people thought when we held hands while we walked down the street. We chose not to care whether or not people saw wandering eyes for each other. We had learnt to understand it, and simply ignore it.
This time twelve months ago if you were to tell me that I’d fall in love with a boy who was five years older than me, I’d say you’re mad, but now that I think about it, I’m not so sure.
“Libby,” Harry murmured. “you’ve been staring out that window for the past ten minutes.” Harry smiled and opened his hand, signalling for me to take it. I entwined our hands together.
“Your mum will be here at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, says she wants you to get there early.” He said and pulled me to sit by his lap on the couch, he allowed me to play with his fingers, spreading them then bopping each one on the tips.
“She’s always worrying about being late.” I admitted quietly and blew out a laugh.
“Libby,” He replied. “she’s worried about you.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“You’re leaving your boyfriend. Your soul mate. Once you’ve found your soulmate you’re meant to be with them forever. She’s worried that when you leave you feel very lonely and sad. It doesn’t happen very often, but every once and a while, people are forced to leave their soul mate. Some die lonely.”
Harry moved his body to lay flat on the couch, his head rested against the armrest, while my body slot in front of his. “Do you think we’ll ever see each other again?” I asked.
“I think so,” Harry replied. “you’ll see me on the TV, and on the internet. And when you come back to London for work, I’ll find you.” He kissed the top of my head before resting back against the armrest. I wasn’t so sure that Harry's words were true. Of course I’d see him on the internet and on the television, but what if we didn’t see each other face to face ever again? Who knows, the boys could become even bigger than they are and move to a different country. He could forget about me in a matter of two months. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. Too many things had happened over the past year that lead to crying, and I wanted to stay strong. I needed to stay strong. For Harry.
Even though Harry had this tough, male bravado on the outside. He was a sensitive boy. He’d been through as much as I had, and he was very low key and quiet about things. He always kept himself to himself. Although he may not cry, or sniff or whine. There were moments where you could just tell from the look in his eyes that he was heartbroken. Like the time I went to hospital, the moment I woke up and yelled at him, I could tell his heart was shattered.
“Do you promise?” I said, turning my head up to look at him.
“Hmm?” He replied, eyebrows frowned. “what do you mean?”
“Do you promise to look for me, even though we’ll have each other’s phone numbers. Will you keep looking until you find me?”
He wrapped his arms tightly around my body, his going to nuzzle the crook of my neck, soft, wet lips pressed light kisses to the skin. “I promise, that I won’t stop looking for you. Liberty, I would spend millions, If it meant that I could still be with you. Money if just an object, I’d give it away just to be with you. I know you’re not really into this cliche, sappy stuff. But that’s the truth. I’d give everything to be with you.”
My heart felt as if it would fall out of my chest. My chest tightened, my breathing increased as I tried to find the right words to say, but no word in the english dictionary could describe how I felt right now, I was in peace.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you more.” I replied.
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“Do you think your Mum will let us like, Skype call with you?”
I gave them a skeptical look.
“Niall, my Mother is taking me away from all of this, I’m about 600% sure that when she means “take me away” she means no contact what-so-ever.”
“Sorry.” He replied. “just gonna miss you, s’all.” I frowned slightly and moved over to wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“It’s not my choice whether I go or stay, I’ve got to do what my Mother wants.” I sighed into his shoulder as he gripped tighter.
“What do you reckon we could call this--this thing that’s on our wrists?” Louis asked. “like, the ‘scientific’ name for it is something to do with hormones and weird stuff, but I think because of Harry and Libby’s past experience, we should name it something cool.”
“The Love Doctor?”
“Match Maker?”
“No, it needs to be something cool.” Louis whined.
“I’ve got a name for it!” Liam yelled, which made everyone look in his direction. “how about The Love Countdown?”
Various heads nodded in agreement. ‘The Love Countdown.’ It was a cute name.
Our last night as a family consisted on laughing at stupid things and watching television. My thoughts weren’t directed on the TV screen or the laughter, though. They were directed at the boy who sat in the far corner on the edge of the couch. In his hand was a lemonade can, and a smile was etched across his face. His brown, curly hair was disheveled as we had had a twenty minute nap before we had driven to Niall’s house. His eyes were trained on me the entire time. Even when somebody else was talking.
How the hell was I going to be able to leave him tomorrow? I’d be at least four and a half hours away from him. Our contact with one another would be cut off altogether, our relationship would fade into a dull and distant memory of remembering what it was like to be with the one you love, I would lay awake at night just thinking about, or how I could have done something-- anything to change my Mother’s mind, but it was hopeless, she had already made up her mind.
You know what they say about children who fall in love with the wrong person? And how they were destined to be heartbroken? It wasn’t like that. It was forbidden love, of course. Many didn’t agree with our choices, but like I said before, we had still managed to overcome our fears and the constant words that were being thrown at us.
We had finally become okay.
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oH
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I didn’t know whether Harry felt the same way as I, or looked at me the same way I did to him, or even thought about me as much as I did about him. But you see, love is something that you cannot force. Yes, we were “destined” to be soul mates and not even a year ago we didn’t know anything about each other, but we gave ourselves time to develop feelings for one another, we’d both matured a lot since we first met.
Although people didn’t understand our relationship, or why there even was a relationship, we came out stronger, we learnt to ignore our enemies and their harsh words. We chose to not care about what people thought when we held hands while we walked down the street. We chose not to care whether or not people saw wandering eyes for each other. We had learnt to understand it, and simply ignore it.
This time twelve months ago if you were to tell me that I’d fall in love with a boy who was five years older than me, I’d say you’re mad, but now that I think about it, I’m not so sure.
“Libby,” Harry murmured. “you’ve been staring out that window for the past ten minutes.” Harry smiled and opened his hand, signalling for me to take it. I entwined our hands together.
“Your mum will be here at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, says she wants you to get there early.” He said and pulled me to sit by his lap on the couch, he allowed me to play with his fingers, spreading them then bopping each one on the tips.
“She’s always worrying about being late.” I admitted quietly and blew out a laugh.
“Libby,” He replied. “she’s worried about you.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“You’re leaving your boyfriend. Your soul mate. Once you’ve found your soulmate you’re meant to be with them forever. She’s worried that when you leave you feel very lonely and sad. It doesn’t happen very often, but every once and a while, people are forced to leave their soul mate. Some die lonely.”
Harry moved his body to lay flat on the couch, his head rested against the armrest, while my body slot in front of his. “Do you think we’ll ever see each other again?” I asked.
“I think so,” Harry replied. “you’ll see me on the TV, and on the internet. And when you come back to London for work, I’ll find you.” He kissed the top of my head before resting back against the armrest. I wasn’t so sure that Harry's words were true. Of course I’d see him on the internet and on the television, but what if we didn’t see each other face to face ever again? Who knows, the boys could become even bigger than they are and move to a different country. He could forget about me in a matter of two months. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. Too many things had happened over the past year that lead to crying, and I wanted to stay strong. I needed to stay strong. For Harry.
Even though Harry had this tough, male bravado on the outside. He was a sensitive boy. He’d been through as much as I had, and he was very low key and quiet about things. He always kept himself to himself. Although he may not cry, or sniff or whine. There were moments where you could just tell from the look in his eyes that he was heartbroken. Like the time I went to hospital, the moment I woke up and yelled at him, I could tell his heart was shattered.
“Do you promise?” I said, turning my head up to look at him.
“Hmm?” He replied, eyebrows frowned. “what do you mean?”
“Do you promise to look for me, even though we’ll have each other’s phone numbers. Will you keep looking until you find me?”
He wrapped his arms tightly around my body, his going to nuzzle the crook of my neck, soft, wet lips pressed light kisses to the skin. “I promise, that I won’t stop looking for you. Liberty, I would spend millions, If it meant that I could still be with you. Money if just an object, I’d give it away just to be with you. I know you’re not really into this cliche, sappy stuff. But that’s the truth. I’d give everything to be with you.”
My heart felt as if it would fall out of my chest. My chest tightened, my breathing increased as I tried to find the right words to say, but no word in the english dictionary could describe how I felt right now, I was in peace.
“I love you.” He said.
“I love you more.” I replied.
-
-
“Do you think your Mum will let us like, Skype call with you?”
I gave them a skeptical look.
“Niall, my Mother is taking me away from all of this, I’m about 600% sure that when she means “take me away” she means no contact what-so-ever.”
“Sorry.” He replied. “just gonna miss you, s’all.” I frowned slightly and moved over to wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“It’s not my choice whether I go or stay, I’ve got to do what my Mother wants.” I sighed into his shoulder as he gripped tighter.
“What do you reckon we could call this--this thing that’s on our wrists?” Louis asked. “like, the ‘scientific’ name for it is something to do with hormones and weird stuff, but I think because of Harry and Libby’s past experience, we should name it something cool.”
“The Love Doctor?”
“Match Maker?”
“No, it needs to be something cool.” Louis whined.
“I’ve got a name for it!” Liam yelled, which made everyone look in his direction. “how about The Love Countdown?”
Various heads nodded in agreement. ‘The Love Countdown.’ It was a cute name.
Our last night as a family consisted on laughing at stupid things and watching television. My thoughts weren’t directed on the TV screen or the laughter, though. They were directed at the boy who sat in the far corner on the edge of the couch. In his hand was a lemonade can, and a smile was etched across his face. His brown, curly hair was disheveled as we had had a twenty minute nap before we had driven to Niall’s house. His eyes were trained on me the entire time. Even when somebody else was talking.
How the hell was I going to be able to leave him tomorrow? I’d be at least four and a half hours away from him. Our contact with one another would be cut off altogether, our relationship would fade into a dull and distant memory of remembering what it was like to be with the one you love, I would lay awake at night just thinking about, or how I could have done something-- anything to change my Mother’s mind, but it was hopeless, she had already made up her mind.
You know what they say about children who fall in love with the wrong person? And how they were destined to be heartbroken? It wasn’t like that. It was forbidden love, of course. Many didn’t agree with our choices, but like I said before, we had still managed to overcome our fears and the constant words that were being thrown at us.
We had finally become okay.
-
-
oH
would you look at that
I finally UPDATED YASSS
Sooo where have I been? what have I been doing? not much
here's what's been going on in my fab life
- i bought one direction tickets
- i started a new book
- i got a job
- the holidays are finally here *cries*
- i've learnt to become more swaggier
please follow me on my tumblr -> daffodillouis.tumblr.com
I've written a new book on wattpad called "vanilla and chocolate" you should check out -->>> wattpad: cigarettehoran
ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO *cries* tbh man im so not ready for the ending
aND WE GOT TLC TO 94K READS. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE IM JUST A 15 YEAR OLD GIRL FROM AUSTRALIA
PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT SUBSCRIBE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT!
STAY FAB xx
Hanna (-:
Yaaaass! I can't wait for the sequel! Congrats on the seats! Have fun at the concert!
2/10/15