Misery Loves Company (H.Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 55

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Can't believe that there are only like 3 or so chapters left!

-Katexx

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Chapter 55

After several corners and doors, I lose sight of Harry. I turn around and head back to the dressing room, but this can't be what Harry wants. He wouldn't want to find me again in his dressing room, begging him for forgiveness again. He doesn't want me like that. So my brain debates where to go while I stay perched in the middle of a hallway surrounded by white brick walls and gray doors leading nowhere. Tears build up in the corners of my eyes, but I push them back, swallowing harshly the pain in my heart. I kick the nausea away inwardly as my heart tries to rise up my chest, pieces by pieces.

I don't want that, Harry says. After two months, he's done with me. He took what he wanted, abused me and took advantage of what I accepted to give him, and now he needs space. Everyone knows what space means, and it's never a good sign. Ever. I've used this before in past relationships. 'I need space', which is basically the synonym of 'We need to talk', or the plain and simple 'It's not you, it's me'. They all result in the same thing. 'It's over'.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" A voice interrupts my thoughts as I wander slowly in the halls, my head pounding and my hands clammy as I hold the walls. I turn around to face an angry Louis, his blue eyes shooting daggers into mine as he stands by one of the doors in a t-shirt and sweatpants. His nose is bleeding and he covers it with a tissue, clearly very angry about something. "Elena, why are you here?"

I shrug. "I don't really know, anymore."

"I meant in this hallway, fuck. Why are you alone and walking around?"

"Harry left the room, and I think he's angry with me. I can't just stay there, apparently I have to watch the show and give my opinion, so I'm trying to find Liam."

Louis pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes tightly at the pain. I don't dare to ask how he got his broken nose, so I look away shamefully. "Go back in Harry's dressing room. I'll send Liam."

Without a word, I turn around and walk back to the room I'd just gotten out from, Harry's bag still on the floor with his black jeans and black t-shirt on top of it. Looks like debating whether or not I should have gotten back there brought me here anyway. Louis follows me and closes the door as soon as I'm in, locking it from the outside. I hadn't even noticed he was carrying a key, but when I try to turn the knob, it doesn't move.

I sit patiently on the sofa, bringing my legs to my chest until Liam comes back, but I end up falling dozing off from exhaustion.

Or loneliness.

But I wake up what I assume being just a few minutes later to voices in the room, which makes me realize that I'm no longer alone.

"- locking her up was the answer? And I know I shouldn't have left Harry alone with her, but I don't think he mentioned anything."

"He better have fucking not because we haven't talked to her, yet. She's still not trustworthy, Liam. Why the hell would you take her out, anyway? You're going to fucking ruin the entire plan."

They wanted to talk to me. Talk to me about what?

"Liam?" I mutter, opening my eyes to face Louis and Liam standing in the hallway through the open door.

"Louis, go," Liam tells Louis, rolling his eyes. When Louis is gone, Liam walks in the room and closes the door behind him. "Elena, are you okay?"

I roll my eyes. "Why is it the question that everyone asks me the most? I'm fine."