24-5-13: Day 102 of 365
Special thanks to CJ
So for some odd reason, I just had to write a part 2 to ‘Elation into Misery’! Believe it or not, I woke up in the middle of the night with this strong urge to write and the next thing I know, I have 2/3 of the story written out on my notes on my iPhone. I hope you lovelies enjoy this as much as I did writing it!!
There will be a part 3 ;)
Word count: 3783
Louis was miserable. Every day seemed to blur into the next. The boy had given up to be frank. Without Harry, his life was at a standstill. Without Harry there was no Louis. Without Harry there was not a clear day. Louis felt like there was no reason to live anymore. Harry was out there somewhere broken and ruined; broken and ruined because Louis let him walk out. Frankly, living without Harry was pure torture . The Doncaster boy had spent the last four months searching high and low for his boyfriend. He hoped that’s what they still were. He knew the moment his Hazza walked out that door, that he’d never be forgiven. He promised the younger lad he’d always be there; keep him wrapped up in his strong arms and never let him ago. Louis broke his promise and the twenty year old had never felt so cold and alone in his life. He was going to do everything in his power to get his Hazza back. Even if it meant groveling at his feet until the younger lad agreed to come home.
Part 3 of ‘Elation into Misery’! I thought this one was pretty adorable and I just couldn’t resist! I hope you lovelies enjoy it to! I apologize for the lack of updates as well. Something happened on Monday and I hadn’t been able to get to a computer to update =/
Word count: 2399
Harry peeked over both of shoulders making sure Louis was nowhere in sight before he grabbed the handle to the closed door he had been restricted from since he came home two months ago. The pregnant boy thought he was in the clear until he heard someone clear their throat from behind, nearly startling the boy.
Summary: Harry is in love with Louis, who is getting married to Eleanor and nobody is really happy.
“Zayn, where the fuck is Harry?” Louis asked, grabbing on to Zayn’s arm and trying not to stumble, because he was far more drunk than he should be, even if it was his bachelor party. “My best man can’t be as drunk as I am. Not allowed.”
“Well the kids are asleep.” Harry said softly, walking into the office room of the house. He walked over to Louis and sat his hands on the older male’s shoulder’s, rubbing them slowly. “You’re really tense. What’s got you stressed, m’love?” He asked softly, bending and kissing from Louis’ shoulder to his ear, sighing softly. Harry took a step back from Louis and turned the chair around, sliding into his husband’s lap. He reached up and took off the black rimmed glasses that surrounded his favourite shade of blues before speaking again. “You look upset. What’s wrong?” He asked once more.