Beautiful Tragedy. (h.s fanfic)

Chapter Four.

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I awoke suddenly, stretching out my limbs, in the empty bed, letting out a yawn. I sat up looking around the dark room.
Where am I? Harry's room. My inner self answered. I looked on the floor, where Harry had insisted sleeping, but he wasn't there. Where was he then? You probably had another stupid nightmare and scared him off. She answered yet again. I really hope not, no one knew about my nightmares and I wasn't ready for some boy I'd met yesterday to find out I had them. My nightmares where a recently thing, mainly about Deacoda.
Slipping my legs out of the bed, rubbing my eyes. I had a killer headache, my head feeling heavy. Flashbacks from last night come flooding back. I helplessly shiver, shaking my head. Trying to erase the unwanted memory from my mind.
Sighing, I pull myself out of bed and make my way downstairs. Coming to the end of the stairs, I heard Louis voice.
"Why'd she sleep in your bed?" I heard him ask.
"I don't know, she was pretty drunk. Must of thought my room was Leah's?" I heard Harry's husky voice.
What the fuck? My inner self asked, confused. That's not what happened, I slowly moved closer to the voices.
"Why'd you hit Matt?" I heard the Irish boy ask.
"I don't know, think he said the wrong thing or something." Harry replied.
What the fuck! My inner self yelled, once again crossing her arms and tapping her foot, angrily.
Why was he lying? He saved me from Matt, didn't he? Maybe I dreamed the whole thing. I looked down to my slightly bruised wrists, rubbing my fingers around them, rubbing them slowly. It was to real for a dream.
He was lying.
Go out there and tell them the truth! My inner self yelled, yet again.
I couldn't just go in there and tell them the truth, they have just met me, for crying out loud!
What do I do? There's not much you can do, if you just stand here! My inner self beams again. Will she ever shut up?
Without thinking, I walk down the hallway stopping at the archway, almost in the same room as the boys. And the liar.
I looked up, all eyes on me.
"Oh, morning" I say, bluntly. "Is Leah still sleeping?" I asked, not making eye contact with any of them, standing awkwardly, fiddling with my fingers.
"Yeah." I hear Zayn murmur.
I nodded, looking up at Harry, eyeing him off, turning on my heels immediately, towards the stairs.
Why was he lying? He offered that I stay in his room. He saved me from that loser. I couldn't of imagined the whole thing.
I reached the top of the stairs and made up my towards Leah's room, opening the door slightly, slight snoring was coming from the small lump in bed. I quickly hurried over to grab my bag. I just wanted to go home, I sighed. If I knew any of this were going to happen I would have drove myself. I mentally slapped myself, hard. How was I going to get home now? I didn't have the heart to wake Leah.
Walking back down stairs with my shoulder bag over my shoulder, walking back to the the kitchen.
Please no one be in there, please no one be in there. My inner self spoke.
Unfortunately, the boys were all still seated in chairs, the same as before.
"Um, Hi. Is there a bus around here?" I asked, quietly.
"Nope." Louis said, looking up at me. "Need a lift, love?"
I nodded slowly, I'd prefer Leah take me but, unfortunately that wasn't an opinion.
"I'll take her." A husky voice interrupted, my eyes immediately darted towards Harry.
"No, it's fine." I said, shaking my head slightly.
"My cars parked behind Louis', and I need to go somewhere anyway. I'll take you." He spoke again, pushing himself off his chair.
Strangely enough my inner self had nothing to say, finally.
He stalked towards me, "This way." He said, brushing past me.
"Tell Leah I'll see her Monday, at work." I said to Louis, he smiled nodding in response.

Walking out to a line of cars, Harry pulling out keys from his pocket and pressing a button. A light flicked from a Black range rover. I couldn't help but gasp. Holy shit
"You have a range rover?" I asked, without thinking. It was one of my dream cars.
"Yep." He replied, popping the p.
He opened the passenger door for me, politely. Oh, so he's a polite liar. Lovely.
I sat in the expensive car, admiring the inside. Harry opened his door, pulling himself in, starting the car. I'd never been inside a range rover before. I was in awe.
I didn't dare speak, I just wanted to go home and forget I ever met "The Boys."
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Fine." I muttered bluntly.
"Are you sure?" He asked, looking at me briefly.
Its now or never.
"Why'd you lie?" Turning my body, so I was facing him
"Lie? About what?" He asked, his eyebrow lifted, eyes still focused on the road.
"I heard you lying to your friends about what happened, lying about me." I murmur, Shifty awkwardly in my seat.
I hear him take a scrap breathe in, and exhaling it, taking his time.
"Because, I'm not someone who just saves people. I'm not a nice person, Charlotte." He says, dryly.
"Obviously." I replied, rolling my eyes. Adjusting my eyes out the window.
"Look, Matt is Liam's good friend. I can't just tell Liam, his friend tried to.." He spoke, running his hand through his hair, "It's just better this way, no trouble."
"You made out like I was some drunk, that couldn't find Leah's room. They probably think I'm crazy." I said, bluntly. "They're going to tell everyone, that I'm crazy."
"No they won't, relax."
"All I wanted to do was make friends, and of course someone ruins that.."
"They're not nice guys, Char." Harry says, quite mad.
"They're your friends though." I snap,
"Exactly, so I would know what they're like." He snaps back, I roll my eyes.
"Then you shouldn't have saved me then, you should have just let it happen, instead of just lying." I muttered.
I hated liars, that's exactly what Coda was. The worlds best liar.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.
"Are you going to tell me where I'm going, or do you expect me to drive around all day?" He spat.
"Turn right here."