Baby, We're Fireproof

Chapter 10

Harrys Pov

I wake up confused. Different sheets, different mattress, different room. Fuck, I'm not home.

That's the first thing I notice before this awful ache goes through my head.

I feel something, well someone, move behind me. Confused and slightly terrified, well actually shitting myself, I slowly turn around and come face to face with Louis' sleeping face.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be in bed with him. Why am I even in bed with him?

I quickly get out of bed, put on my shirt and shoes.

I search for my phone, finding it on the bedside table, Louis still sleeping peacefully.

I raised my hand up to my forehead.
"Fuck," I curse, breathing heavily.

I need to leave. Now.

I hustle down the hallway, towards the front door, which I struggle to open.

"Harry?" I turn towards the voice. Liam is standing at the top of the stairs, looking at me confused. "Are you leaving already? I planned on making breakfast for us all."

"Gotta go." I tell him, pointing at the door with a shaky hand.

"Oh, well see you later."

"Bye." I mumble and leave.

Without hesitation I start sprinting, not caring about the clear signs my  body gives me, telling me to stop before I collapse.

This wasn't how I wanted last night to turn out, not at all.

Go to Nialls.
Play games with the boys.
Have fun.
Leave.

That was the plan. So fucking simple yet I just had to screw it up.

My body is at the point where my souls about to leave if I dont rest now.

I'm still minutes away from my street. I slow down and walk the rest.

Shit, my poor mum.

I didn't tell her about my plans for yesterday. I didn't tell her I wasn't going to come home. I should have texted her.

A little message would have been enough.

But I didn't. I didn't tell her I was safe.
I fucked up and now I have to face the shit show I probably caused.

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing and slowing down my frantic heartbeat. Then I push open our front door.

"Harry." My mom breathes out.

She immediately jumps up from the barstool and runs to me.

Her eyes are red and her hair is unkempt. Shit, I feel so guilty.

She hugs me tightly. "I'm so mad at you." She states but only tightens the hug.

"Mom. I-" I gulp "I'm so sorry. Really. I don't know why I stayed out and why I didn't tell you. Some friends invited me over and I didn't want to say no. But I didn't plan on staying for the night. It just kind of happened. I'm really sorry."

"It's ok harry. Go take a shower, we can talk later."

She doesn't think its ok.
Not at all, I can tell.

***

At this point the whole bathroom is a mess. I've been searching for those fucking aspirin pills for the past 10 minutes now and it seems like they just vanished.