Unbroken

Four

Harry POV

It was 8pm when I woke up to the sound of rattling in the kitchen and loud voice booming and echoing through the hallway. I rubbed my eye, feeling them heavy and stinging but for once I didn't feel like I had a huge weight on my shoulders. I knew I didn't have to act anymore, because they knew my secret.

I took a deep breath, knowing they all want to know the complete, real story. I had to give it to them, or else it would be unfair. They deserved to know everything. But I didn't feel like I was ready for it. Not yet, anyway. I felt a lot better than I did yesterday and the weeks leading up to it, but I still wasn't 100%. It would take a lot
longer than that.

I used all my energy to push myself of the bed and I immediately grabbed some clothes I had once left over and moved towards the small ensuite bathroom which was part of the spare bedroom.

The shower made me feel a lot more energised then before. I didn't spend long under the nice, warm water but I spent enough to wash myself twice and shampoo and condition my hair.

"Harry?" The familiar Irish accent rang through the door and into the bathroom.

"It's open," I replied. Instantly, the door began to swing open and I held the towel to my body. Even though he has seen me completely open, I still covered.

"Just making sure it was you," He mumbled, looking down at his hands. I knew I had hurt him, majorly. It wasn't until now that I realised how much of an effect I had on these boys and before I could stop myself, I wrapped my arms around Niall. Not caring that I was wet. He was the best person in my opinion to hug and just be with during a hard time. "There's plenty of food in the kitchen when you are dressed. Paul is coming over in the morning. It's late now, so we thought we could all watch some movies tonight. Everyone gets to watch one,"

"Niall, can we please..." I paused for a moment, after I had pulled away. I looked at him, then back down again. "Can we talk...?"

"Of course Harry, do you want to get changed...or get food...or like..."

"Can I just get changed?"

"Yes, I'll just wait in the room, or do you want me to get some food for you?"

"What kind of food?"

"There's like heaps of stuff. I'll just pile it all on a plate and then bring it back and you can eat whatever,"

I nod, sending him a small thank you before he disappeared out of he bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I didn't know what I wanted to say to Niall, but I just needed someone to talk to. I wanted to talk to them all together, but I just wanted someone.

I couldn't help but let my mind slide to that girl. Her face leaving a stain on my brain. I couldn't get her beautiful eyes out of my mind. The way her skin looked so...flawless and shone. I couldn't get the way her lips moved as she spoke. I believe her name was Payton, if that is who Louis was talking about.

I needed to see her again.

Paytons POV

I had woken up at 2pm. I forgot all about last nights events, believing it was all a nightmare, until I saw my clothes from yesterday sitting by my bed. They still had stains of dirt and mud on them and looked damp. Then my head began hurting, and I remembered exactly what had happened. I didn't know what I was feeling towards the situation.

Relieved that I saved him ?
Angry that he was going to...kill himself?
Upset that he was going to...kill himself?

They all balanced between each other. I didn't want to get myself involved with this situation. I knew that if I stuck around last night, that I would begin to feel attached, and I couldn't feel that again. Not after what happened last time.