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TIMEBREAKER

Chapter 4

It's Sunday night. That night, Harry cried himself to sleep, and it's becoming a habit of him since the past week. Everytime he's trying to have a nice deep sleep, he keeps thinking about how much of a fuck-up he is. He really wished he can just go back and time and rewind everything, but wishes don't always come true, do they?

The moon and the stars doesn't shine as bright as it was the day before, he noticed. It feels like everything isn't what it's used to. Just like Louis and him.

11p.m. He was ready for bed. He turned his alarm clock on. Turn his phone off and put it beside his pillow. He smacked his plain white pillow to make it fluffier. He dressed himself on the wide comfortable blanket. He's definitely ready to sleep. But he couldn't.

"Anytime from now.." He groaned, looking down on his watch.

He can't play with his phone because that'd make him harder to sleep, though he so badly wanted to do so. All he could do is stare at the wall and hoping he'd fell sleep soon. He has to wake up early tomorrow for more job application. He's been searching for a new job for quite a few months now, ever since he got fired from his old job. It's stupid. All he did was mistook someone's order and exactly that day he got the best announcement ever. Since then, he's been struggling to find a new one.

He's still young, being only 22 at the moment. He could continue learning at some university and such, but he wasn't the smartest person nor the richest person. And his relationship with his parents are pretty complicated. He's only in contact with his older sister, Gemma.

It's harder for him to find a job since he's still inexperienced. He only had one job his whole life, that is working as a waiter at a pretty qualified restaurant, well until he got fired. He doesn't like working there that much. Everyone there is so strict and professional, while he's still new at everything. And the main boss is very mad. Real mad. The only reason that he'd still done it was because of the payment and his friends would occasionally visit him every week, so that makes him a bit happier. The only reason he got the job is because his close friend, Ed works there and the lower manager just happened to be his cousin. I'm very thankful for the opportunity though.

He continued to stare at the empty wall, distracting himself, trying everything to let himself sleep. From counting sheeps to just closing his eyes. He felt so lonesome, laying on the single bed. When he's lonely, he always thinks too much, which isn't exactly the best thing. Sometimes he'd go too far and tried to do things that he shouldn't. Which, I'd rather not say.

When the thoughts of Louis contained him, he tried to shake it away as soon as possible. He's really sensitive about the topic. But as much as he tried shaking away the thoughts of how Louis would never love him back the way he does, instead he found himself in a pool of his own tears.

He missed Louis so much but he knew he shouldn't. He messed Louis up so bad. He felt so bad for Eleanor, but he doesn't regret any single moment of kissing him.

He really should just move on, he do believe that there's someone better than Louis, but the other part of him can't see anyone more perfect than Louis. Because Louis is too perfect. And Louis isn't, and will never be mine.

Harry knows he's very messed up. He's been so miserable since the first time it happened, that was a month ago. He couldn't ever forget it. And then a week later, he kissed him again, he can't even believe he did that.

A whole month, Louis and him haven't been in contact for a month. It's not that he expected Louis to call him or at least just greet him a hi. It's just that Louis and I's friendship was so good, it's such a waste that it ended just like that.

"Goodnight," He mutters to himself before he fell asleep as the tears still rolling down his cheek like the november rain.


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I took a big gulp of the rich tea in concentration as I continued searching for job offers in the newspaper. Most of them were either about being a cleaner or working in a garage, which isn't really the best option. Maybe he should just walk around the town, looking for poster of job offers hanging around the street. He'd be really greateful even if he works at KFC. I heard you can get free food there, I bet Niall would love to work there.

This newspaper is so bullshit. There's literally only two options there and no more, no less. How am I supposed to pay my bills when my money is getting lessen every day. From all I knew, I could be bankrupt by tomorrow. Thank goodness the amount of money he has are still enough to pay everything at the moment.

Harry swipes his hair, grabbing it tight. He's so frustated. How is he gonna keep living when almost every interview he'd been rejected im and all the jobs sucks. When he was little, he didn't knew it would be this hard to find a job. But being young and naive, everything seems easier to you except learning and studying.

If he's bankrupt, he hopes Niall or Louis let him stay at their's. Okay, Louis definitely wouldn't. And he knows Niall loves him, but not that much.

This is nonsense, of course he'll get a job. He will have a new job. He has to have a job.

Harry tucks his curly hair behind his ear as he stared deeply at the newspaper as if it's gonna change something. At the moment, all he cares about is finding a job as fast as possible.

He never knew adulthood could be so hard.

After a few more searches, he decided he'll just walk around the town instead of looking at the newspaper over and over when there's literally no other option.

He went to the small kitchen and put the pan on the stove. He decided to treat himself a nice meal before searching for more jobs. After finished cooking the pancake, he sits by the kitchen table and eat by himself. It gets a little lonely sometimes when you live by yourself. He missed Louis' loud laugh and tickle fights and everything about him, when he still lives here. Of course, before Eleanor came into the picture. He can't blame Eleanor, really because he'd do anything for Louis even if it means leaving his best friend.

He don't know what's up with Louis now. That makes sense, since he hasn't seen him in a month. He just hopes Louis' okay and all smiling. He really wished he's the reason for his laugh though. But when there's someone like Eleanor, everything seems impossible to him.

The whole room feels really cold all of sudden. So he decided he should eat beside the warm fireplace. It's only 1 in the noon at the moment and it wasn't raining or windy. It's almost as if something was calling him to come over the fireplace. He puts his plate of pancakes on the wooden table beside the fireplace. He picked up the small blanket from the floor and put it on. He lets out a breathy sigh, shuffling both of his palm together.

He stared deeply as the fire ignites. He wished he's as fierce as the fire. When the wind blows it, it might fall down a bit but then it'll rise up again and continued to rise. He wished he can confront his problem and apologize to Louis. It's funny how everything is about Louis nowadays. He can't take his mind off him when the guilts were eating him alive. He hates being the reason of a breakup of a healthy relationship, maybe. He wouldn't know what happened since Louis and him weren't in contact anymore, but it seems like they're still together and happy, which sucks for Harry.

He took another bite of his pancake, munching it slowly. His thoughts were all over the place now. He's not sure if he's thinking about the job or Louis, maybe even both. Evrey single thing he saw reminds him of Louis. The red small couch reminds him of when Louis used to sleep there when they had silly small fights, which never even lasted a day. The glass cup which Louis used to drink his drink. He gulped when he started imagining Louis drinking. It doesn't make sense how can he still think Louis is hot when he's doing that. Everything about Louis turned him on, if we're being honest.

He's now staring into the space. His body is full of sweats running all over him. He felt hotter than usual, especially on his left arm. He felt like his left arm were literally burned. What if it is? Realization still hasn't caught him yet, he continues to stare nowhere. He felt like dying, but that's what he always wanted, ever since Louis left him. But he's still too young to die.

"F-Fuck.." He mumbled. He winced, jumping out from his seat a little when a fire poker suddenly fell on him. It caught him by suprise.

Just then, he realized that his hand were burning. Literally burning. He immeaditely stand up and take the glass of tea and pour it. He's just lucky he was wearing the blanket, which covered most of the the fire spot.

All of sudden, a fire poker fell onto him, making him wince. Since when does he even have a fire poker? He shrugged carelessly before taking the fire poker.

He picked the fire poker up, when suddenly everything felt so dizzy and suddenly lots of images flashed in his mind. It's all happening so fast, which panicked him. His breath hitched and he let go of the firepoker that's now on the floor. He blinked his eyes multiple times. His eyebrows twitched, thinking of what just happened. He took a deep breath before lowering his body to reach the fire poker again.

Everything felt so surreal. Sudden flashing images of what happened a few minutes ago were replaced to what happened before it and it goes again and again. And after everything become too much, he lets go of it again.

What just happened?

He bites his lips hard, not caring if it's bleeding. He was so confused about what just happened. How did all the sudden memories came into his mind when he touched the fire poker? Is it a coincidence or just my imagination? Impossible, he felt it himself, it's definitely real. The fire poker is definitely something. Something strange, may I add.

He decided to use it again, but started focusing on it more this time. He grabbed the fire poker tight and closed his eyes shut for more concentration. It was all black at first when suddenly everything is zoomed in and now he can see it more clearly. More flashback came into his mind one per one from when his blanket burned to when he was eating the pancake, and then now the iconic kiss that haunted his mind for months now came into his mind. It's all in black and white, strangely. Right when the kiss appeared, he lost his focus which makes him accidentally dropped the fire poker, again. Everytime he thought about the kiss, he can't help but feeling like crying all day.

When he realized he left his mouth open wide, he instantly closed it. He gulped, now feeling scared. He'd tried to avoid thinking about the kiss for weeks, so it's definitely not him controlling his mind when he touched the fire poker. He didn't knew what to do with it, but it must have to do with something, right? What's the use of getting flashbacks when you can't do anything with it. That's when he decided to think that it might be useful for one thing in particular. He really hope it would work. He lets out a deep sigh, he picked up the fire poker for the 3rd time, closing his eyes shut once again, trying to focus.

He thinks about when he put the plate of pancake beside the fireplace while grabbing the fire poker. Please work. Please work. The black background came into his mind again, before suddenly everything's spinning around for about 5 seconds. In the other side of his mind, he's still thinking about the situation. His head's becoming more dizzy when the black and white spiral spins faster. And then fast flashing images of the flashback appeared.

Abruptly, he flutter his eyes open. He's now beside the fireplace with an uneaten pancake and not-burned blanket. "W-What?" He croaked out, not believing what just happened. He just travelled back in time. He did it. "Oh god-Oh!" He jumps in joy, gasping. He couldn't at all believe what just happened, but it did. He saw and feel it himself. He didn't even know things like this actually exist. He felt so lucky to actually experience it.

It's a lot to take in. Somehow, some part from his mind still couldn't believe it. He shook his head, still amused. He smirked devilishly when he thought of everything he could do with it.


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Harry:
Hey Nialler

Harry:
Searching for more jobs today, wish me luck.

Niall:
I'm sure you'll do good

Harry:
Thanks mate !!

Niall:
Tell me about it later !

Harry:
Ofc I will :)

Harry smiled before closing his phone, slipping it back inside his left pocket. He really hopes that he would get the job this time.

He hasn't told Niall about what happened earlier. He thinks it better left as a secret. Niall wouldn't believe him anyway, no one will.

He packed his bag with some food and drink, a notebook and his pencilbox just in case. He lifted his bag up, putting it behind is shoulder, carrying it.

He took a deep breath before walking out of his house.

I walked the road of Doncaster alone. There's isn't much people around. He lives in quiet busy place in Domcaster, so he's pretty suprised that not much people are here. The weather is very nice and calming today, lucky for him.

There were advertisments papers flying, pinned on poles, literally everywhere. But none of them interest him.

He keeps walking, plugging in earphones and listen to some of his favourite music. When he listens to music, it feels like eveything near him is gone. It makes him feel relaxed. He got lost in the carried tunes until he realized he bumped a bulding. "Aagh!" He screeched in pain. He opened his eyes wide. There's a job application flyer that might be just what he needed. What kind of luck does he have..

He picked up the flyer, examining it.



Job Needed:
An Empty Slot for Brand New, Mayne Magazine!
√ Writing experience atleast for a year
√ 18+ years old

Interview: 11am-5pm, Hall 5
Last date: 12 July



This is the best thing he'd seen all day. Working at a magazine seems like thebperfect opportuinty for him. He used to be in School Magazine club back in high school, and I guess that counts as an experience. Writing is kind-of his passion, he writes sometimes when he's bored and got nothing to do.

He looked down at his watch, showing that it's 4:56pm and it is now 12 July indeed. Guess his luck isn't the best afterall. "Fuck!" He cursed to himself. He immeaditely went into the building, searching for Hall 5.

This place is so big. How is he supposed to find it fast. He checked his watch again to see 1 minute had passed. His frutation grows even more. After more searches, he finally found it. Without hesitation, he immeaditely open the door. "Am I late?" He asked, running out of breath.

A guy with shaved hair and a face that almost looks like a puppy faced me with a confused look. He's cute, I admit but no one is cuter than Louis. Ugh, here we go again.

"Um, what brings you here?" He asked. And I mentally face-palmed myself for not introducing myself earlier. "I'm here for the-uh, interview?" I said.

The guy smiled saidly, almost in pity. "Sorry, the interview is closed.." He said calmly, making me frown. This is my only chance, I had to do it. "Sir, please. Just one chance. Please!" I pleaded. The guy looks like a nice guy, I really sure hope he is too.

"Please.." I added.

He didn't look so sure at first, but after a comfortable silence he finally made his last decision. "It's ended. I'm deeply sorry. You should've came earlier"

My heart crushed. I nod sadly, making my way home in dissapointment. I don't want to argue and cause an issue. It's late, maybe he'll continue searching for more tomorrow. He sighed deeply.

Notes

Hi! I just wanna say thank you so much for the support. This may (or may not) be the last chapter for awhile..or ever. I actually wrote this about a few months ago so I kinda just copied and pasted it here Lol. Sorryyyy :/

Comments

Can't wait for the next update I'm so excited to see what happens.

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3/8/17

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3/4/17

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