Not even him

CHAPTER 16

(Sorry fam this one a little short but it will be a double update have funnnn)

LIAM'S POV

I don't know what to do. If I let go he might just fall apart. I can't let go because he needs me. I don't want to I don't want him hurt again. I can't stop thinking about just a few moments ago. Harry, my baby brother, the youngest of the group Harry, for god sake, was begging and pleading for his life in front of me. He was looking at me dead in the eyes he thought... Oh god!!! He thought he was gonna die. He accepted his death. Harry. Fucking Harry.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening when one of the doctors came in. They wanted to have a psych consult they already thought PTSD could be something he'd need help with. I can't process this. Whoever did this to him is gonna fucking get it. I swear that on my life. Harry has done nothing wrong. He doesn't deserve any of it. He's breaking in front of my eyes. It's not long till tears start streaming down my face again. Why couldn't I protect him? I should've tried harder. I will try harder.

I continue to sit with him in comfortable silence. I continue to hold him tighter with his every whimper. I continue to soothe him. I continue to wonder where it all went wrong. I continue to wonder how he is really doing.  I continue to hope and pray to whatever god above that he will make it through this. I continue thinking about the bastards that did this to him until I am once again brought out of my thoughts. Paul is walking in. Harry buries his face in my chest scared. I almost coo at the feeling. "Hey Haz, it's me, Paul. I just need to borrow Liam for a sec. Is that ok with you?" Paul says in a calm relaxing voice. Harry huffs a sigh before shaking his head hesitantly. I look at Paul and nod my head. There is a look of concern and caution etched on his face as we slowly walk out the room. Harry stays laying on his side with a blank expression.

Paul ushers me through the hallway and to a private board room where I find all the boys staring at the wall in front of them emotionless but hurt. I take a seat between Zayn and Louis. Tears run down Louis face dance silently as he stares at wall. I don't know if he even noticed I walked in. His hands sit delicately on the table. Zayn sits on my right tears steam slowly and silently down his face as he looks forward. His leg shakes uncontrollably and his hands shake I feel she hurt, anger, and utter sadness radiating off of him. Next to Zayn is Niall. It scary to see Niall the way he is right he's usually so full of happiness and jokes but now he sits staring amously at the wall ahead of him he cries as the others are. Silent. Everything is silent. No one dares to speak. No one dares to move. We all stare and wonder the same question. How are we gonna fix Harry? We all dream the same thing, about how we are gonna find that guy and what will happen to him. Pure rage in silence.

Paul takes a seat in front of us. He's the one to break the death defying silence. "Simon want to talk." Rage. Pure rage. Louis the first to shoot up. He stands up so fast the chair knocks over. "YOUR KIDDING ME RIGHT??? YOUR FUCKING KIDDING!!!!" Rage. "Harry has to be alone for a rape kit so while he is Simon wants to talk." Rage. "No." "I'm sorry I am I don't get a day neither do you. I'm sorry Zayn." "I SAID NO!" Rage. "Zayn." "NO! WE WILL NOT SIT IN HERE AND LISTEN TO SIMONS BITCHING ABOUT SHIT WE QUITE FRANKLY DON'T CARE ABOUT ALL WHILE HARRY SITS IN THAT ROOM ALONE AND SCARED!!! SO NO THE FUCK WE WONT!!!" Rage. Louis speaks up next. "Zayn's right." "It's not fair." Niall speaks for the first time. "This is bullshit. We just watched him beg and plead for life and on top of that he could've died and now you want us to take a fucking-"  I was cut off by Paul's phone ringing.

Silence... death defying silence.