Sinner H.S

56

Zayn Malik

TW!!

*3 months later*

"He still hasn't come out of there?" Camille tone is quiet as we all stand in front of Harry's room. Both me and Niall shake our heads. "Fuck." Faye sighs as she walks away rubbing her temple. "Guys this isn't good...we can't let him continue to be like this." Camille adds looking at Niall and me in desperation for anyone to listen to her. I close my eyes slowly whilst nodding slowly. Of course I agree with her but one thing I learned about Harry is that sometimes all he needs is space. And something like this...he needs all the space he can get.

"I get what you're saying, love, I do." I say as I run my fingers through my hair. "But I think all he needs is space right now."

"Space? Zayn it's been 3 months." She states the obvious. I can hear her voice cracking from just saying that. "Three months since I last saw my best friend." She's crying now and my heart breaks. Her lips start to quiver, "But you don't see me locking myself away in my room, and not speaking to my friends." She argues.

Everyone goes quiet. "He's just not in the right mind—"

Camille shoves her palm to my face and shakes her head, indicating she doesn't want to hear any of it. "I'm done with this shit." She says.

"I don't know what he did to Val, but it must be pretty fucked for her to run away and not talk to her friends...or me." She wipes her tears and walks away.

The three of us just look at each other, unknowing of what to do. It's silent as we hear Camille close the door.

"Zayn." Niall says. "You've seen Harry in there...what is he doing?" He asks.

I exhale before answering. Everytime I enter that room, a sad aura consumes me. It's almost like the air in there is thick and heavy. He always looked pale, he'd have no emotion on his face and his hair would always be messy, unwashed. He'd stay in the same position the entire time, never moved.

"He's always writing." I answer. "Writing?" Niall repeats. I nod, "Yeah, this brown journal that I've never seen before."

"That's odd..he's hasn't written in years." Niall says. "I know. I'm worried for him." I say truthfully. Niall stands up, putting a hand on my shoulder. "He's going to be okay, Z." He says reassuringly. I look at Niall in the eyes, I know he's just trying to make me feel better but we both know damn well he's never going to be okay without Valentine.

"It's late. You guys should go." I say, my voice faint and raspy. Niall nods slightly, understanding. He gives me a faint smile before turning around and signaling Faye to leave. She gets up and gives me a reassuring smile before Niall wraps his arm around her waist and walk out together. I close the door behind them and sit on the couch as I exhale. I rest my eyes as I throw my head back and that's when I hear a loud crashing sound that startles me, causing me to immediately get up on my feet.

Followed by the loud glass breaking sound is a scream. Harry's.

"Leave me alone!" He yells, immediately I run to his room and start twisting the knob but I quickly realize it's locked. "Harry!" I yell as I start repeatedly banging on the door. "C'mon open the door, Harry!" I plead. He's gone quiet, which makes me worry. I have no other choice but to break the door open. I start by slamming my shoulder into the door, and after a couple tries the door flys open. I'm met with an empty bed, my head then turns to the bathroom door.

"Harry..." I call out, I try the bathroom door knob and to my surprise it opens. I slowly open the door, my eyes first see the broken glass all over the floor, then my eyes widen when I see Harry sitting on the bathroom floor, his head hanging low, with blood pouring out of his wrists. My eyes widen at the horrific sight. Immediately I kneel down and lift up Harry's head.