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Moving To England

Chapter Seventy-Six

*Harry’s POV*
*Friday, Night*

“Last day, Harry. You’re still coming to the party, right mate?” Louis asked, quietly trying not to upset me. I merely nod in reply. The boys and I were hanging out at Zayn’s place before we headed out.

“She’s still going you know,” Niall says. No reply.

“Fuck that, you just need a drink, tonight. Nothing else.” Zayn declared.

“A drink sounds nice – possibly more than two, though,” I say.

“See,” Zayn says, patted my back to assure me that I’ll be alright.

“What he really needs is Destiny?” Liam says, “She still loves you, mate. There has to be something else that’s wrong. And that something else is not you.”

“She slammed the fucking door on his face! And left him to rot on her front porch! What about that tells you she still loves him?” Niall demanded, angry that Liam was taking her side.

“The fucking part where she helped him home and made sure he was fucking alright! She brought him home, it was his damn choice to go back. He stopped her dad from continuing to beat the fucking crap out of him! She just said, ‘I can’t’, not ‘I don’t love you,’ She still loves you, Harry. And there is something wrong with her, I can guarantee that.”

“Who cares. She made up her mind. Let’s leave it to that, and see where it goes from there. It’s entirely Harry’s decision. Can we go to the party now?” Louis insisted.

“Yeah, let’s go. The girls are probably waiting for us, there.” Zayn says.

The music was loud as thunder. We could hear it three blocks down the road from the house. The house was littered with teenagers, each one caring a red plastic cup, most likely filled with beer or alcohol. Several of them were smoking something, ranging from pot to cigarettes and shisha.

“Look, everyone’s having a great time. You have one too, Mate.” Louis insisted.

“Just give me a cup, and I'll be all right,” I say as we entered the party.

It was at least midnight, by now when my hand gripped the bottle in my hands, my eyes swivelling towards the back of my head in a distressed sense of a headache.

I tilted my head towards the edge of the countertop as I took a long swig of the dark substance that affected me. I sigh as the walls become part of a fun house, changing figure in a blink of an eye.

My breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered my nostrils, and my mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that I poured down my throat.

I clear my throat as I stand up, just to fall back down on the seat in an unbalanced attempt to walk to a dark bedroom where I could feel the comfort of the bed to overtake the state of drunkenness.

As I stand again and stagger towards my friends, who have gathered around in a small sitting area, which was positioned just next to the stairwell that leads up to the second floor of the house.

“Where’s Destiny?” I asked, not thinking.

“I don’t know,” Mabel replied. “The last we saw her she was talking to Owen and then they both just disappeared.”

“Owen?” I asked, wondering what she had with him.

“Yeah.” Mabel shrugged.

“Was she drinking again?” Zayn asked.

“I don’t think so.” June shrugged.

“Oh, she swore she wouldn’t.” Elizabeth laughed. “Don’t think she stuck with it though. She was a real mess when we found her today.”

“Yeah, she just said it was a cold though.” Ally shrugged.

“She didn’t tell you guys?” Niall curiously asked.

“Tell us what?” June questioned him.

“About her and Harry. She called it quit last night.” Liam said, surprised they didn’t know.

“What?” Elizabeth exclaimed, surprised.

Suddenly, a fit of giggling was heard from the top of the staircase. Moments later, we saw Owen coming down the steps. His shirt unbuttoned, eyes wild, and red marks down his neck. He was being followed by a girl.

“Destiny?!” Ally exclaimed, surprised as we all were. Destiny had her hair in a mess, her dress undone, and her makeup smeared.

“No … No … No.” Is all I could say. Destiny wouldn’t look at anyone, not even her friends. Refusing to respond to any of the girls’ calls and pleas for her to stop, she left the house with Owen.

“No! Damnit! No! She didn’t! She couldn’t have.” I cried out, knowing very well what had happened.

“Bro, those two definitely went at it! There was so much moaning and screaming coming from that room. Jeez looks like Destiny can actually move!” A boy, who’s name I forgot, cheered.

Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and I know it's too much for me to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force me to say things I do not mean, or to express thoughts I've suppressed for weeks.

Without thinking I launch at the boy, but before I could do any damage to him the boys stopped me. Struggling to hold me back, when I finally stopped fighting and gave in to the pain. I cried. I cried like a fucking child. Crying, in front of everyone – every single person who respected me. I became some sappy little boys, with tears running down his red face. Seeing Owen coming down with Destiny, like that, it was like she took that last part of my heart. The one part of my heart I was saving for her, as fragile as glass and breakable as a twig, and shattered it completely, taking every last bit of manhood and love I had left in me.

I connected to a part of her others never feel. I saw a part of her soul she never wanted to let out of the bag. I touched her and saw her reaction, beautiful and raw. For those moments she was more real than the blood in my own veins, and I felt her like the beating of my own heart. The bond we forged was still molten when she pulled away, too nascent to resist her urge to hide once more. I called for her, held out my hands and let my face become wet with many tears; but she would not or could not return to my love. And so my world has become blacker than it ever was before, darker for her absence, loneliness crippling my every thought. My lungs struggled for breath against ribs of stone, and my feet have lost their wanderlust. Before I met her my heart was soft, with her it became strong and vibrant, now it is simply broken.

Everything was now gone.

Broken.

Destroyed.

It’s over.

Notes

IT'S OVER

Comments

Woah! I just finished reading the whole story. I absolutely love it! Can't wait to start on your second story. Keep up the great work!

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Thank you so much!!

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Amazing update ! Keep updating it!

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