Drama, Love, and Superman (A One Direction love story)

Chapter 15

Brice’s POV

I woke up and noticed Harry wasn’t there anymore. I get up and hear a faint crying coming from Harry’s  room. I open the door and Harry is sitting on the ground crying and there is beer all around his room. I walk over to Harry and he looks up at me with red eyes and tearstained cheeks.

I kneel in front of him and another tear slips. I wipe it away.

Brice: “Harry what’s wrong?” I ask concerned. He looks down at his phone and I pick it up and I see he’s been reading a lot of hate about himself. I read some of the horrid things people were saying and I look up at him. He had another beer in his hand but I took it away from him and placed it on the ground. “Harry everything will be okay.” I whisper and he shakes his head.

Harry: “Everyone hates me.” He slurs.

Brice: “No they don’t Harry.”

Harry: “Yes they do! I have to die.” He says. More tears falling and my eyes start to water.

Brice: “Harry no…”

Harry: “Yes! They said so!”

Brice: “Harry don’t listen to them! They are wrong! You are perfect, you are not ugly, you are not worthless, and people do love you. What about the boys and Arianna and Maci? What about me? What would happen if you died?”

Harry: “The world would be a better place. Everyone would be happier.” He mutters. I grab his face and stare into his eyes.

Brice: “Harry. No. Stop thinking like that.”

Harry: “But it’s true!”

Brice: “No it’s not!” I scream at him and it shocks him a bit. “Harry, I was bullied a ton in school. I got called a slut, a whore, a bitch, ugly, and people told me to kill myself. It wasn’t fun but I dealt with it. You have to stay strong Harry. People love you and would be really hurt if you were gone.”  I say. He takes a few deep breaths and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “Get some rest Harry.” I say quietly and I help him up. He walks to his bed and crawls under the covers and I hear him crying again. I get in next to him and look at him.

Brice: “Harry, everything will be okay I promise.” I whisper to him and he closes his eyes. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. I wrap my arms around his torso and hold him tightly.

Harry: “Thank you.” He whispers. I hug him tightly and he relaxes. Eventually he falls asleep and I smile down at him. I get out of his grasp and start cleaning up the beer around his room.

I throw away the empty bottles and put the rest in the fridge. Nobody was in the living room so nobody saw me putting them away. I closed the fridge door and walk back to Harry’s room.

I look at him, his face was pale and he had tearstains on his cheeks and he was hurt. I felt bad for him, nobody should be treated like that. I grab his phone off of the floor and unlock it and look through more tweets about him. I shake my head and go to his timeline. I read through a couple of tweets talking about him and a girl outside his flat.

There were a bunch of pictures of him and I, some where we were just talking to the paparazzi and some where I was having a piggy back ride.

@FutureMrsStylesss: Ugh he could do better…

@HazzaandLouu: I ship Larry more than that chick #sorrynotsorry

I shake my head and lock the phone and place it on his bedside table. I never want to see Harry crying like that again. He does not deserve any of that. All the stuff people were saying was not true and it wasn’t right that someone would have the nerve to say that.