What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 24 - 'ι'м ғιne.'

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Well hello there my beautiful people! I am baaaack! Summer is hereeee! This is going to be greattt! (Minus the three summer courses and two jobs) But heyyyy let's focus on the positives! SO HERE IS AN UPDATE WOOP! ENJOY! If ya like it don't forget to vote and comment!! I 100% need to here what you think :)

VID up above is 'Demons' by Imagine Dragons. I absolutely LOVE this song and I feel like it basically sums up Iz right now so yup!

PIC is a lovely little thing that is super popular right now. I see it gosh dang everywhere so I figured I would use it since it's sort of the name of my chappy :)

Alrighty! Last but not least this chapter is dedicated to Hannahduffieldx. SHE IS AMAZING AND I LOVE HER TO BITS AND PIECES! SO go check her out and give her a follow ;)

Okie Dokie, that is all! I love you all so so much and thank you guys so much for all the support you give to this story. I truly love ya <3

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~Harry~

Why did I do it?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

I feel like I'm falling down an endless dark pit; all light, all sensation, all emotion, all of it is jumbled. Everything bashes against my brain making it impossible to think.

But then I force the ice to settle. I force myself to shut the fuck up and get a hold of myself. I force the part of me, the one soaked in humanity, down and hold it there.

At least, I want to.

Rather, I need to. I need to focus and stop the rampant chaos trampling my mind.

But I can't. I just stare at the cell phone clutched in my hand. I wait.

For what? Again, I have no freaking idea.

"Have you guys seen my phone!?" Niall shouts from downstairs, his voice echoing throughout the quiet house.

It jolts me, not enough to make me mobile but enough to remind me.

Remind me that I am now a pariah; a ghost in a house that doesn't care about me, not anymore. The loss is... astounding. I never thought they-... I didn't think that-.

I shake my head. I don't know what the hell is going on with me. The swelling, right beneath my sternum, makes it hard to breathe and- and the guilt is the one thing I can never force to go away. It's there, whether I choose to acknowledge it or not. It churns my stomach with every step I take and I can't... I can't figure out why.

Well, I can. But... once I go down that path- the wrong path where everything is stripped away- everything will change.

"Why do you have my phone?" His voice is harsh with accusation and I turn slowly, Niall standing in my doorway.

I didn't even hear the door open.

"What?" I ask stupidly, the device in question gripped in my palm.

"My phone;" He says, eyes cold as he points to my hand, "why do you have it?"

I look down at the one thing that, just a few minutes ago, connected me to... to her. Her voice swam through technology to me.