Meet Me In The Hallway.

My final day in New York and I am ill, great. Vomiting, splitting headache and fatigued. I crouch over and empty my stomach by the bucket beside me. It is two in the afternoon and I have not eaten a thing, and sipped the tiniest bit of water.

Dad wanted to stay in but I insited he went out with Lou. So here I am faintly gawking at Times Square and the crowd hustling by. All while I lay here helpless ill in bed.

I hope I am well enough to fly to Hawaii tomorrow. I need to get out of New York as much fun it's been it is also the place where I have felt the most new pain. I release myself from this state of mind and hit the radio button.



'Of course' I murmur

The story of my life, I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is frozen


Speaking of I wonder what his doing?




The story of my life, I give her hope
I spend her love until she's broke, inside
The story of my life

Am I ever going to see him again. Or is this all I got? My head is held with sadness wondering. But hey this is much more than people get in a lifetime. To spend rare and quality time with him. So I'll treasure what I had.



Harry's POV:

Sitting alone in my hotel room, playing on the guitar. I sing about her.


Oh I will carry you over
Fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer

I reminisce about the night all it took was a longing gaze in her blue eyes, granting me permission to hold her in the bed and just lay there until she fell asleep in my arms.


Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark


Her heart is unique beating one. All the crap life has thrown her way she just knocks it out of the park and is always smiling. In all honesty if I was her I could not have coped.


Guilt is eating at me right now I wish she was here. I don't like being alone I am so used to having people around me and now the silence is deafening . Interrupting my guitar playing bliss my phone rings. Crap it's vital, I put my guitar down and run to answer it.




"Ok, and how long will it take?" I ask.

They reply. I gape time is not a friend but my foe at this moment. "Yep that fine" I squint pinching the bridge of my nose.


"Ok thanks for doing this. Ok bye."


God I pray like never before for a miracle.

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