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Thirty-Two.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014.

Harry's POV

My life crumbled into pieces.

"Clear." The officer lets out after waving a wand around me. 

Every part of me turned into dust. 

"A guard will escort you to the first room on your right. You will be given fifteen minutes, but you will be able to schedule another appointment to visit in another month." The man's voice echoes throughout the hall. 

"Thank you, sir." My voice is barely able to make out. I stand in my place, patiently waiting for a guard to escort me. I close my eyes, trying to stay as calm as I can. I force myself to breathe, despite how much I want to choke up everything that's left in me. 

On the edge of the universe, holding onto a sting that is destined to break in half, perplexed when it will break.

"Follow me, sir." A deep voice snaps me out of my thought. The man grabs onto my right arm tightly, strangling the life that may still exist inside it. I weakly try to keep up with the strong man, but my legs fail to keep the pace. The guard begins to drag me the rest of the way, taking no effort to do so. Once we arrive, the man throws my fragile body into the room. He closes the door, and locks it quickly. I struggle to push myself off the stone-cold floor, but somehow manage to do it. I adjust myself before taking a seat in the small plastic chair. I look up to see the familiar room across from me. The image brings back old memories, making me regret my decision of coming here in the first place. 

And when it does, let fate be fate.

Suddenly, the door to the room across from me swings open. My heart breaks at the moment I recognize the man on the ground. I try to contain myself, but I fail miserably. Loud sobs escape my mouth as the man gets up from the floor, and sits in the chair. 

"Liam." I shout in misery. He refuses to make eye-contact with me, trying to stay calm as much as he can. I force more air into my lungs, and wipe the tears all over my face onto my bare arms. Liam eventually looks up at me, still trying with all his might not to cry. I laugh at him slightly before a small tear falls onto my cheek. "Happy birthday." I say, earning a slight laugh from Liam. 

"Thank you..." He trails off, and looks down at his hands in cuffs. I watch as his eyes look back up at my pale face. "Harry." He lets out, starting to cry. 

"I missed you so much." I say, not helping his emotional state. I smile at him with tears flooding my eyes, but he doesn't return the favor.

"I am so sorry for this, Harry. You don't deserve any of this." Liam bawls, grasping tightly onto his other hand. 

"No, Liam, shh." I shush him. I place a finger on my lips, and then on the cold glass separating us. He tries to calm down, and finally builds enough strength to talk again. 

"I missed you too." His voice cracks as he speaks, causing me to smile at him again. I wipe my tears  that were trapped in my eyes away, and try to change the subject. 

"How have you been handling the jail thing?" I tease him. "Is it really as bad as you thought it would be?" I adjust my long hair as Liam struggles with what to say. 

"It's only bad because I am rightfully blaming myself for all I have done to you and I. I fucked my own life up, but I never meant to fuck up yours. I also fucked up the lives of ours children, and that is why I can never forgive myself. It also doesn't help that I am constantly missing you, Mikey, and Dylan. It makes me wonder how my life would have been if I would've just killed myself like my brother did. It makes me wish that I would've killed myself instead of running away. That way I wouldn't be there to fuck up the love of my life's life and our two children. I am living with regret, and it won't leave me alone." Liam bawls as he tells me exactly how he feels.