What Hurts The Most (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chap. 24

Harry's P.O.V.

Ivey hasn't really been herself for the last 2 weeks. Its been bad. She always jumpy and very protective of herself. She has a baseball bat and its always right by her bed. She always makes sure the windows and doors are locked and Kyle has called me to see what the problem is. I brought her back to my flat. She walked in and saw Kyle. "Why is Kyle here?" She asked. "We are worried about you. What is up with you? You've been different for the last 2 weeks. Is something wrong? I can't leave for Ireland tomorrow if something is wrong with my best friend." Kyle said. I wrapped my arm around Ivey so she can feel safe and comfortable. She shook her head. "No. Just haven't been feeling like myself for a while." She said. "Oh. Period?" I said. She playfully punched me. "No... Ok maybe a little but it makes me feel like crap afterwards." She said. "Why didn't you tell me? I could of taken care of you" I said. "Or me!" Kyle said. She smiled. "You guys are sweet but at some points, I have to take care of myself." She said. "We just worry about you. That's all." Kyle said. I felt her tense up. "Well maybe I don't need people to worry about me! I can take care of myself! Ok!" She got out of my hold and ran out. Before I could go after her, she slammed the door closed. I opened the door and ran after her. I ran up to her door and I saw her slam the door shut. I ran up and opened her front door and heard another door slam. I closed the door behind me and walked upstairs to her room. She locked her door. I knocked. I listened closely. I could tell she was crying. "Ivey? Are you ok?" I said. "I'm fine!" She yelled. I knew what was wrong but I'm not going to force it out of her. I just need her to tell me. "Ivey, please opened the door." No answer. "Ivey, if I can break down my door at my house than I can do the same here. I love you and I need to know if something is wrong. Please? I don't want to have to break down your door." I heard her sigh. "Everything is ok. I just need to be alone for a few minuets." I nodded. "Ok." I walked downstairs and Kyle was sitting on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. "You ok?" I asked. "I just worry about her. Ever since what her mother and Chris did, just scares me what she has done to her self." I was confused. "What do you mean?" He looked up at me.

Kyle's P.O.V.

Harry walked downstairs and while I sat on the couch, running my fingers through my hair. "You ok?" He asked. "I just worry about her. Ever since what her mother and Chris did, just scares me what she has done to her self." Harry looked confused. "What do you mean?" I looked up at him. I took in a deep breath. "Harry, she almost killed herself 3 times." His eyes widened. "She was so depressed and stressed out and it was awful. The first time, I saw her take a knife and she almost stabbed herself. The second time, I found her with a thing of bleach. She had a cup full of it. I was able to take it away from her before she drank it. The third time..." I shook my head. "She locked the bathroom door and never answered me. I called the cops and broke down the door. She was opening a bottle of pills. She was going to over dose on them. She went crazy. We took her to the hospital to stabilize her. She stayed in there for days. I worked my ass off to pay off her medical bills. I didn't sleep for days. Worked 2 jobs day and night but it was worth it. Just for her. I made enough money to move us here after she turned 19. Now we are here. I still worry about her but something tells me that this is different. I just need to know what. I need her to tell me that everything is ok and that I don't have to worry about her when I go to Ireland with my boyfriend Josh tomorrow. I need to know that she will be ok and in safe hands with you." He nodded. "I'll protect her. I'll never let anyone hurt her. I love her too much. I promise that I'll watch over her. I have an idea! How about she brings clothes over to my house and stays with me until you get back?" I nodded. "I like that idea." I said. We sat on the couch and waited for Ivey. I could tell Harry was getting impatient. Before we knew it, 2 hours passed. "I've had enough." Harry said. He walked upstairs.

Ivey's P.O.V.

I had my window opened. I sat on the edge of the window. The breeze whipped my hair around. I took in a deep breath. I was scared and didn't want people to worry about me. What happens is between me and Chris. I don't need anyone to get in it and get hurt. I heard a huge banging noise on my door. "Yeah?" Next thing I knew, my door fell. I was scared. I saw Harry. I stood up. He walked over to me. "Ivey! What the hell is going on!?" He yelled. "Nothing! I just haven't been myself for a while! Just... Just please. Nothing is wrong." He sighed. "Fine. But if something happens than you have to come and tell me. Ok?" I nodded. He walked over and kissed the top of my head. He slid his arms around my waist and held me as I wrapped my arms around his torso. I knew he was going to find out sooner or later. I just didn't know when. I'm scared of what Chris will do to me and what Harry will say. I just... I just don't know what to do. I know I should tell Harry but than he will tell Kyle than He'll miss his trip to Ireland with Josh. I should keep it to myself for a while. I walked down stairs and acted like everything was fine. Kyle stood up. "Is everything ok?" He asked. He was holding my hands. "Yes. Just haven't been myself for a while. I'll be ok! I have Harry!" Kyle smiled at Harry. "Ok." "So you can go on your trip with Josh to Ireland!" Kyle smiled at me. "Ok. I'll miss you." Kyle said as he hugged me. I hugged back. "I'll miss you too." Kyle pulled back. "Harry and I agree that you should stay at his house until I get back." I nodded. "So grab some clothes cause tomorrow you will be coming over!" Harry said. I smiled and ran upstairs. I feel safer now that I'm staying with Harry. I threw some jeans, t-shirts, and sweats into a bag. I sat it by my bed and laid down and closed my eyes. I think that text message was just for someone else in London and their name starts with 'C'. I felt the bed cave in on either side of me. I opened my eyes to see Harry on top of me with his face close to mine. "You think that you'll be ok staying at my house?" He asked. I smiled. "I'm with my Superman. So I should be." He leaned in and our lips touched.