Only Let Me Fall If You're Gonna Catch Me

I heard a loud knock on the door. I mumbled “I’m coming.” even though I knew they couldn’t hear me.
And there stood Harry. But he was crying. Hard, His face was red and splotchy and his shirt was wet. I’m not sure if it was from sweat or rain or tears. It’s not even raining though…
“Carrie, please, talk to me. Please.” He begged, already barging in. I might as well let him talk to me. He bursted in anyway. No need trying to fight with him.
“Whatever.” I tried to sound angry, but I couldn't pull it off. He looked so defenseless and… vulnerable. It broke me.
“I just talked to Louis and he wants to break up. And I can’t do that! I think I love him! He is all I have.” He choked out.
“I don’t know… what to say, Harry.” And I didn’t. What do I do? What can I say? I want to yell, scream, smile, laugh and cry at the same time. Harry touched my knee, but I pulled away. I need to do something. What do I say, Carrie? What do I do?
“AAAAHHHHH!” I screeched, kicking over a vase on the coffee table. It shattered into medium size shards. Harry looked up at me in surprise. I slumped back on my couch, and inhaled. My lips were quivering. But, I can’t cry. Not in front of Harry. Stop being the center of everything, Carrie.
“Car-”
“Sorry. Now, what’s wrong?”
“I love him. And I don’t want to end it.”
He doesn't love me. I need to move on. But I can’t. I love him. He loves Louis. I need to move on.
“Then, fight for him, Harry. Do what you need to do. For him to be yours.” I said, grabbing Harry’s hand. He smiled weakly at me. And he pecked my lips.
“Thanks, Carrie.” He said, confidently, leaving my house. He just kissed me. Like it was nothing. Like, it was just a kiss that a couple would have. It was nice. Much better than the last one I had with him. Which was forced. But this one was… amazing. It would be nice to know if he had the littlest bit of feelings for me.

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