Logan's POV
The paramedics attended to the wounds bestowed upon my arms and legs. The deep laceration on my leg throbbing with an unbearable pain.
Harry sat next to me, his green eyes focusing on what the man was doing.
I winced as the paramedic brought a small cloth to the gash. Harry gripped my hand, his full lips brought together in a tight line.
"I'm sorry.." I mumbled, breaking from his gaze.
He brought his fingers beneath my chin, directing me to look up at him.
"Don't apologize..." He whispered, his voice low and raspy.
"I-" I cut myself off, spotting someone I was dreading to see after this incident.
Louis.
"Logan..? Are you alright love?" He asked, acting as if Harry was invisible. Louis ran his thumb along my lower lip, pecking my forehead lightly.
I saw Harry look away quickly, his green eyes now focusing on his lap, his hands now shoved into his pockets.
Louis looked over at Harry, his jaw clenching tightly.
He let out a deep breath, looking at me once again.
"What did he do..?" He said, loud enough for Harry to hear.
Harry's curls jerked up, his brows narrowing with confusion.
His body tensed, his green eyes growing dull.
"Nothing." I whispered, restraining Louis's already clenched fists.
He nodded, his eyes still locked on Harry.
"Lou... He didn't do anything." I said reassuringly.
He looked back at me, his eyes growing a soft blue once again.
I felt the weight of the vehicle shift, Harry striding away quickly. His broad frame disappearing behind the crowd of people.
I saw him turn around, mouthing the words "I love you.."
Harry's POV
I strode away quickly, not wanting to look back. The guilt was traveling through my veins, my heart beating strangely.
I had no other choice.
Leaving.. It felt like the best thing to do.
I felt the warm tears roll down my cheeks, I wiped them away quickly, placing my black Ray Bans back on the bridge of my nose.
I stepped back into my car, letting out a deep breath as I stepped on the gas.
I was leaving everything behind. Everything and everyone I actually cared about.
My mum. My sister. Logan...
If I never made the stupid mistakes, if I never beat her, harassed her.. Would everything be fine..?
My grip on the wheel tightened, my knuckles turning white, my fingernails piercing into my palm.
Regret. That was all I felt.
I looked at the sign, a knot forming in my throat as I read those few simple words.
'Now Leaving Holmes Chapel'
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
