Beautifully Broken (harry styles fan fiction)

chapter nine

HARRY's P.O.V~

"Victoria? Victoria?" I said, over and over again, pressing Louis's phone harder into my ear, as if I was pressing her to me.

"Harry, are you okay?" Her soft voice came through the phone, and I felt a flood of relief come over me. She was alright.

"I'm- I'm fine," I choked.

Looking around the small room, I took in my surroundings. It was all so surreal- one minute I was on the dance floor about to take a girl home, the next minute, I snapped. It was the kitchen scene all over again. I thought, no I knew, someone was in my house trying to steal my things. I somehow knew. I abandoned the girl that was grinding on me, found Louis, (Eric was fucking a girl in another room), and practically screamed in his face to take me home. I wasn't that drunk, I had only had one plastic cup of vodka. Louis called Carolyn, of course. He didn't want to, it took him a good ten minutes to work up the courage. Carolyn tried to bring me back, and I was now in a better state of mind. I had calmed down, and I began to remember the events that had occurred. So, now, there I was, talking to Victoria. I felt calm.

"Harry, what happened?" She asked me.

Getting up and shutting the small door to the room at Trevor's, I turned the lock. It was silent, and I took deep breaths as I lay on the small bed with a red blanket.

"Nothing, love, I'm okay," I said, after deciding not to tell her.

It was silent, then she spoke again.

"Do I need to come get you?" She asked quietly.

I sighed. "No, you shouldn't be here. Stay there with your friends."

My selfish side would have told her to come here. He would've told her I needed help, I needed someone to come pick me up. That I couldn't function without her. That she helped me more than any vodka ever could. But, I kept that side of me away, and I told her to stay. She didn't need to come here, with drinking and trash. She was pure, in a sense; she didn't belong here.

"I'm coming to get you," Victoria said, despite my protests.

I heard scrambling around, faint voices, and keys jiggle.

"No," I said, my voice raising.

"Harry, you need help, you need to get home-"

"I don't want you here!" I yelled, my brow furrowing.

Of course you want her here. You want to feel her lips against yours, you want to see what she's hiding under her clothing. You want her. I bet you want to know if she has any male work friends. You know you wouldn't want her to be with anyone else. You want her here, with you. You know you do. But, you know she would never want to be with you. She thinks your sick. She thinks-

"My God, shut the hell up!" I screamed at my psychotic thoughts. I was sick.

"Harry, I wasn't saying anything!" Victoria said, a worried sound in her voice.

"Give the phone to my sister," I replied, shakily.

She did, and I heard Carolyn say something, then I heard a door close.

"Harry," she said carefully.

"Carolyn, I need you to get me another doctor appointment as soon as you can," I said in a low voice.

I heard my sister sigh. "Harry, is it getting worse?"

"It's worse than I could ever imagine," I whispered, placing my free hand against my sweaty forehead.