Dedicated to ThoseFookin_Avacados because she's a sweetheart and listened to my shit

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...I need something to kill me 

I'm tired of taking my own life...

. . .

June froze as the boy closed the door to her bedroom.

"Whatever you're going to do is not good you know that right?" He softly questioned. "And those pills don't seem like they're used for any medications"

June just fish mouthed as he crouched down to her level. He stared right into her blue eyes. It was intimidating. June felt like he was looking right through her. She felt exposed. But at the same time, she felt something too. And she could not quite make out what it was.

"Maybe you don't even know me and I don't know you" His voice was soft. "But I would never let you do this"

He maintained the eye contact as he slowly reached for her bottle cladded palm, almost hesitant. June was busy getting lost in those green eyes, she didn't feel him unwrap her fingers from the bottle of pills and take it from her. She was hypnotized.

But just as he took the bottle to his hold, she snapped from the daze.

She panicked.

"No no no no" It was like a mantra. She brought her hands to her hair and started to pull. "No! Let me do that. Don't take it away! It's the only way. Please let me do that!" She cried.

But Harry didn't even flinch. He quietly slipped the bottle into his coat pocket and watched as the girl threw a tantrum, not being able to take her life.

She kept pacing around the room. Crying and shaking. Face red from anger. Tears streaming down. Hand pulling on her black bobbed hair.

But at one point, she lost it. She fell to the floor and curled up on her fur rug, sobbing to her hands. And that's when Harry moved from his place. He crawled over to the girl and gently rubbed her back, soothing her. Sobs quickly turned into soft cries and soon it was just quiet sniffling.

She slowly rose to her feet before walking over to the window, staring out. She was looking ahead, quietly. And Harry didn't disturbed her state. Instead he decided to look around the room.

It was like a normal bedroom. Instead with lots of plants. There were plants everywhere. On plant racks, Pots in corners, vases with fern and hanging plants on windows and the ceiling. It looked like a picture out of Interenet. The queen size bed was decorated with heavy grunge blankets and throw pillows with pom poms at the edges. The walls were a light shade of yellow, like ochre, almost un recognizable due to all the plants and other stuff on the walls. There was a study desk at one wall. Books and notes carelessly piled on top of it. With a set of succulents and a tumbler cup. On the wall above is a wire grid panel with polaroid pictures. Along the other wall stretched out couple of wall racks. And of course they were filled with more plants, picture frames and some other accessories. There was an arch doorway curtained with strings of beaded macrame and ivy hanging. 

It should lead to another part of the room, Harry thought.

And there were fairy lights, all over the place. It reminded him of Louis' home. Louis might have been a tough guy type on the outside but on the inside he was just a soft little ball of sunshine. At the reminder of the boy, his heart swelled. He can't believe it's over. he can't believe they ended it all. it was unrealistic to him.

everything was going so well for them. They debuted five albums. Hit singles. Awards at almost every award show. But hey, every good things must come to an end right? They're end started when Zayn left the band. Four of them were clueless about what to do. but somehow they managed to record another album. It was hard for them to sing without one of their brothers, but they managed. But little by little, everything slowly drifted apart. Niall got out of his funny phase to a serious, poker face Niall. Liam got even more protective and responsible. Harry felt lost without his brother. And Louis, Louis started to keep him to himself. He wasn't the same anymore. But that's how anyone would feel when they're bandmate, best friend, partner of crime, brother leave them for something else.

And soon enough, they could feel the end coming near. Everyone was numb. Four of them were too tired to keep going. They wanted a break. A hiatus.

And that's where it comes to a stop. End of One direction: World famous Boy band gone on 18 month hiatus was what was on the paper next day. but the four of them knew it was not a 18 months break. They knew it was more than that. They knew they'd never likely reunite again.

The room smelled like Spring. There was a strong scent of leaves and plants. And it looked so cozy. Sunlight pouring through the wall size window, perfectly falling over the furniture making beautiful shadows. The plants making it look comfortable. The perfect shade of golden cascading the room and giving it a nice feeling. It was nice sight for him. Without a second thought he whipped out his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of the sheer curtained window - the side where the girl wasn't standing- the pillows barely visible. It was beautiful. Perfectly tinted with the yellow dusk light. Golden sky prominent. The city glaring outside the window. And he couldn't stop himself when he logged on to Instagram and posted the picture, without a location, the golden hour prominent.

harrystyles Golden.

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[A/N- *SCREAMS IN CRINGE* oh my gawwdd, I don't like the chapter...but I do. It was shit. Sorry you have to read this. Hope you enjoyed my non-enjoyable chapter. What the hack is non-enjoyable? ugh ignore. Chapter is dedicated to ThoseFookin_Avacados for listening to my rant two days ago. thanks babe]

QOC- What is that song which made you realize, you like music?

Blank Space baby! holy shit Neha and I jammed to that song constantly innit? *cringes* 

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