Louis' POV-flashback

Harry isn’t fucking showing up.

I hate everything. Why did I even come here? Fucking bullshit.

I miss him, god, I miss him so much. I forgot how many stars there are in space and when the first man on moon landed.

I want him to tell me over and over again.

I kick the trees again. I’m seventeen, acting like a five-year-old because my holiday crush isn’t showing up.

I jump into the water with my clothes on and dive down deep, deeper, deeper.

I want to drown sometimes. Not in drains anymore, they won’t take me anywhere nice.

Maybe all I really want is to drown in this lake.

I swim toward the surface of the water, gasping for air.

Maybe Harry will show up after all.