Words Mean Everything // EDITING AND CONTINUING

Chapter 11

okay! so ive updated, this will be my third time... so close together.... wow... ive never updated this much lolol :) i love where this is going. and trust me.. it gets a heck of a lot better ! :) i am actually going to introduce a couple new characters into the story pretty soon... Emily Anderson (thanks for the name, credit to @white_boy) (Ashley Benson) and Taylin Johnson (some random wattpader who happens to be like my sister ;) ) butttttt yayy.. so.. as you can see from my previous update.. Caroline is back.. *bites fingernails* bahha this ia going to be epic ;) anywayss. i will shut up now and let you enjoy and read. hope you likee it. comment, vote, msg me, whatevss. love yaa!!!

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*Harry's POV*

I'd never been so happy in my life when I was with Sydney. She was literally my everything and I can't put it any other way that isn't exactly that.

She just... died. Barely even a week after she turned 18. That's the most terrible thing ever.

They brought us immediatley to a hospital near where we were and sent us in a helicopter to Jillian's city. She was unconscious and we had a medic, but we all thought she wouldn't make it.

Sydney was with us as well, and she was unconscious, they actually thought she had died and then, she was just blacked out. But on the way to the hospital, while a medic was actually sending shocks to her, she didn't make it. It was like, a day before, she was bright and laughing with me and hugging me and I had kissed her, and she was just..... alive...

It hurts to know I'll never see her alive again.

I snuck into Taylin's room to see Zayn sobbing into his arms which were lying on Tay's bed beside her knees. Zayn definetly took the most hurt into Tay's hospitilization.

"Zayn?" I asked, making him quickly rise his head up, wiping tears frantically from his tan face.

"Oh," he said, pausing to sniff, "Hey Haz," he said, smiling a bit.

"I wanted to see how you were doing mate?" I said, leaning against the doorframe. my tall frame almost as tall as the frame.

"Oh, I'm fine. Tay just went back to

sleep, she had woken up, still remembers everything, which is suprising, but she does, she'll come home with us tomorrow." I nodded and said goodbye walking out of the room.

This had been a hard little bit of time, having us all with slight injuries, the thing I'm worried about is the interviews, and all of the questions geared toward Jillian and the death of Sydney and Tay. Zayn and I and Niall are going to be bombarded and I hate when that happens....

I began to walk down the hall towards Jillian's room to see if she was okay.

Liam and Louis went back to Jillian's place to sleep since they'd been here since we got here.

"Harry? WHERE ARE YOU?!" I heard a painfully recognizable voice screech from the hallways.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Caroline?!" I screamed as I walked into Jillian's room, the blonde turned quickly only to see me, making her face bright up. My face soon dropped as I wondered how she found out about this.

"Harry! Honey!" she screamed as she ran over to hug me. I shoved her away with a newfound strength, saying how angry I was to see her, here.

"Dont. Call. Me. That." I spat at her as I dramatically brushed off my shoulders and looked over to Jillian, glad she couldn't remember Caroline.

"But, hun.." she began, stroking my cheek. I slapped her straight across her face, revealing a nice red mark on her cheek.

"I said no, I made a mistake okay? I should have NEVER dated you, kissed you, hugged you... met you..." I said, seeing tears form in her eyes. "You should go, now." I stated, firm and strict like.

She obeyed and left almost as quick as she showed up.

I sighed and went over by Jillian who was crying, "What happened?" I asked, holding Jillian while Niall rubbed her back.

Niall explained it all to me and I understood, so many things have gone wrong in such a little amount of time.

"Uhm, I'm going to go get some air.." I said, stumbling for my words, and ran out of the hospital, and into my car.

'I have to....' I decided. I know I had to do this, I sped up my car and went downtown to a bar I had heard Louis talking about.

'The Drunk Monkey'

Sounds good enough for me.

I pulled on my hoodie and threw up my hood over my beanie, put my sunglasses on and began the walk inside the unfamiliar bar.

"I need a bottle of whiskey.." I spoke with my huskey, deep voice ringing in my ears as the bar was clearly empty besides me and the bartender and a couple to my left.

"And how old are you sir?" the lady asked, she looked around 20 maybe, and she was tall with long blonde , straight hair.

"18," I spoke softly.

She left and went to the back. I started to worry that maybe she told the manager and I was going to be arrested for underage drinking. But technically, I'm not underage at home, but here, in America, I technically am.

The bartender came back with a full, unopened bottle of Whiskey.

"Here ya go lad." the bartender said, sliding me the bottle.

"But, I must confess, A man only drinks like that when he wants to kiss a girl, or kill a man. Which is it?" she asked, propping her head up on her hands, definetly interested in my response.

"Neither. I want to forget everything." I said, opening the bottle of whiskey and jugging down half the bottle in one gulp. The cool liquid burning my throat as the alcohol went down.

I sighed and jugged the rest of the bottle, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

"Sir?" I heard the bartender speak as I dropped the bottle to the floor with a crash and I fell from the position I was in, to the ground, and the last thing I saw, was darkness surround me.