It will be fine. . . . I promise?

Chapter 19~ Its all my fault

Harry's POV

I paced up and down the waiting room debating whether I wanted go in and see her. Niall wouldnt even look at me let alone speak. He avoided all contact with me. The thought of that just made my heart shatter. Not that I was that close with him, I just felt like I was comepletely at fault here. What am I saying?! I am at fault! I'm the reason that girl is in there. I'm the one that took it that much further and argued with Kodie. I should have known it would have broke her even more then she already is. I should have known she would go back home and do that to her. Ive seen the old scars on her wrists. Im not entirely sure if anyone else has, but I damn sure know about them. I didnt speak to her about it because I know it would bring back unwanted memories. I know she would break down then and there at the thought of them. 

"Harry, you need to calm down. I swear your going to ware a hole in the ground like Fred flinstone did in the movie when he was waiting for Wanda to hav-"

"Shut up Liam! Just shut up! Im the reason shes in there. Im the reason she did that t herself! Im the reason she almost died back there! So dont you dare tell me to calm down!" I yelled before Liam could finish his stupid sentence comparing me to Fred flipping Flinstone by walking up and down this stupid hospital hall, which smelt like flipping hand sanitiser and stupid sick people. I'm sorry I didnt mean that. Sick people arnt stupid. Its not there fault theyre sick. Its people like me, whose fault it is. 

"Excuse me? Well sorry for trying to look out for a friend Harry! Last I checked I'm not the one that practicaly threw her into this state. We're all just as worried sick as you are now sit down now your freaking the staff out!" Liam screamed, trying to force me down on a seat. Without thinking I flew my fist across his face. I guess I was just inriched with anger and rage I wasnt thinking straight. I felt my blood boil and adrenaline race through my veins. He took a few more hits to the face before I went for his guts. 

Before I knew it I was the one taking hits from him. He threw a few right hooks to my eye and ended it with an uppecut. I guess i wasnt the smartest idea to start a fight with the captain of the flipping boxing team. Ugh! Why am I so stupid. I lay on the floor, letting the pain run through my body. I deserved this. I deserved all this hate. I deserved to be beaten the way I am now. If Niall hadnt gotten to her at the time he did, she wouldve of been- wouldve been. I dont even want to think about it. 

I just lay there thinking about I had done to her, when I felt myself get hit in the face, one more time. It felt 10 times harder then the rest of them, and with that, I felt myself slip away out of conciousness.

Niall's POV

I sat there, my head in my hands, thinking of what I could have done to stop this from happening. I mean, bestfriend is in a freaking hospital room getting treated on for almost killing herself, and I could have prevented it! I could have stop Harry from arguing with her. I couldnt have stopped her from leaving that door. I could have offered to live with her, because it was clear that thats what she wanted the whole time. She didnt want to be alone, knowing that this might happen, yet she didnt want to put her burden on our parents by living with us. It was clear as daylight that she wanted us to come live with her at hers. I mean there was enough rooms. She would get the master bedroom, and everyone else would get the others. It was simple. 6 bestfriends living together happily, having goodtimes. Looking out for one another. 

But NO! I had to keep my mouth shut about the idea didnt I? I had to keep my ideas to myself agin. I had to just sit there and listen to everyone else come up with completely stupid ideas. 

So here I was, sitting here, letting myself get worried sick, while Liam and Harry beat the living daylights out of eachother for no flipping reason.