the band of the red hand

Harry turns Niall’s hand over in his, tilts their fingers at an angle so the early morning sun shining through the bay window they’re sat on catches the glint of the diamonds encrusted on the band of the ring he’s just given Niall.

“You look happier than I’ve ever seen you, Harry.” Niall’s face is pale and red, blotchy; his eyes are bloodshot and his nose is pink and his hair is a flat mess and his clothes are wrinkled and he’s beautiful. “You look like you’ve finally gotten everything you’ve ever wanted.”

And yeah, maybe he has. Finally.

“It’s always been you, you know,” Harry says, out of breath and scrambling to put into words what he feels for Niall; he brings Niall’s hand up to his mouth and presses a kiss to the ring, relishes the cold metal and Niall’s heat all at once. “Always you.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.