A few days later, Edward finally let Harry go out of the house. He refused to let Harry leave and even took some sick days from college. He explained to his professors what had happened, and they totally understood. He just didn’t want to make sure Harry didn’t try anything again, and he was also trying his best to help Harry through everything. Harry was even more upset by the fact that Louis never came back to him in the hospital when he said he was going to. Louis didn’t even call Edward or Harry to apologize for his abrupt departure. Harry didn’t expect it, though; Louis didn’t love him anymore and hated him still.
When Harry regained his freedom, he went to a nightclub about twenty miles away from Edward’s house. Edward tried to stop him, but, as Harry pointed out, Edward was still grossed out by what he and Harry had done and wanted him out of the house. Edward couldn’t quite disagree, although he wanted Harry to stay safe. Harry said he would, but Edward still worried that Harry would drive his car off a bridge or around a tree or something.
“You call me when you get there,” Edward said. “And when you’re on your way back here or wherever. I wanna make sure you’re not gonna be a fucking idiot again.”
“I will...Mom,” Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Edward huffed. “I just worry. You’re the one who tried drowning yourself a few days ago, not me.”
“Will you just stop with that already?” Harry asked, grabbing the car keys. “I told you I won’t do it again and I’ve said I was sorry until I’ve turned blue in the face.”
“You’d better not,” Edward said. “Or I will resurrect you and kill you again, do you understand?”
Harry sighed. “Yeah. Sure.”
“Have fun,” Edward said. “And CALL ME.”
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Harry reached the club twenty minutes later. He parked and went inside, where some cheesy dance song that Harry never heard was playing. He made his way through the crowd of drunks and dancers, trying to get to the bar. He heard a familiar laugh when he reached the bar and turned to face Niall.
“Niall!” Harry said. “What are you doing here?”
“You look better,” Niall pointed out. “Louis told us what happened.”
Great. “Ah.”
Niall sighed sadly. “You’re a stupid one, you are.”
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked again, sighing heavily.
“Oh, just out on the town,” Niall said. “Liam and Zayn are out with their ladies and Louis is....well.”
Harry nodded, biting down on his lip. “I see.”
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a bit of fun!” Niall said. “There’s a lot of cute guys over there for you to dance with. Me? I’ll more than likely just sit at the bar, maybe dance with a lady or two. Not really into the whole meeting-a-girl-in-a-bar-and-having-one-night-stands kinda thing.”
“Let me know how that goes,” Harry said with a smile as he ordered a drink.
“How’s Ed?” Niall asked, taking a seat next to Harry.
“Fine,” Harry replied. “Been watching me like a hawk the last few days.”
“Don’t blame him,” Niall said. “I mean, I knew you were depressed about Louis, but shit, man. What the fuck were you thinking?”
Harry shrugged. “Well, I thought the pain of drowning felt better than the pain of losing him. It did, too.”
Niall furrowed his brows as Harry took a drink of the straight vodka he’d ordered. Niall wrinkled his nose in disgust, but said, “But drowning hurts. It’s excruciating.”
