A Step Away From Falling ➸ h.s. [Needs Editing]

Chapter 23: "Free Fallin"

Harry's POV

*6 Months Later*

"Frrrom 1 to 10. How much does yourr life suck, Harrrrry?" Niall asked, while gulping down more of his beer. We had arrived at the bar about an hour before and he was already slurring his words.

It had been six months since we met; when we had come up with a plan to rescue Helen from my still psycho girlfriend who had kidnapped her. Niall and Liam, were now my best friends, right along with Louis.

"You're not funny" I replied, while drinking some of my beer as well.

"Who are you kidding Nialler, 10 is too little a number. If he were to tell you how much his life sucks, he'll need a scale up to a million, and we know what number he would choose" Louis joked. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Fine, go ahead and keep making fun of me. Six months and still you keep making jokes about me. I don't even care anymore. Life stinks and I'm okay with it" I answered.

"Hey, you brrrought it upon yourrrself  I was going to take carrre of that witch you call a girrrlfrrriend but you stopped me. Now deal with it" Niall said, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

He was right of course. But I didn't have a choice in the matter, I would have done anything to keep Helen alive, and I did. I lost her because of it. We haven't spoken once since that day, and it has been killing me inside, slowly and painfully. I can't even recognize the reflection of myself in the mirror anymore. The Harry that I used to be, died the day I broke Helen's heart...

"I need more alcohol" I announced, starting to stand up. But Liam pushed me down on my seat again.

"I think you've had enough" he said. Oh, here we go again.

"I'm not even drunk" I argued. "Plus, look at Niall. He can barely talk and you let him keep drinking" I whined.

"Niall knows how to be drunk. You... not so much. Why do you always want to be drunk anyways? It's not going to make your life less miserable. For a change to happen in your life, you have to make it happen. Drinking is not the solution" he lectured me.

"It's not like I'm an alcoholic!"

"Not yet.." Louis murmured.

"What? Are you serious? Aren't you guys my friends? I wouldn't mind if you started acting like it" I spat.

"Because we ARE your friends, we are telling you to stop drinking so much, Harry. It's not doing you well" Liam said. 

"You know what's not doing me well? Being with that psycho! Not talking to Helen, or knowing how she's doing... not knowing if she forgot about me already... not knowing if she cries herself to sleep every night just like I do. Not knowing if she dreams of me like I dream of her. That's what's killing me!"

And it was killing me. I could barely feel anything besides anger and hate and ugly stuff that I rather not say. The day I lost her it's the day that I lost myself. I didn't know how long I could keep myself together... But I knew I didn't have much longer now...

Helen's POV

 I kept browsing through the items because even though I felt like eating something, I still didn't know what that "something" was. I rounded up the aisle until I reached the snack section. Finally!

I was eyeing some Oreos with affection when my gaze caught a box of something familiar. I stepped closer to see what it was. 

Milky Way Crispy Rolls. Harry's favorites.