All Over Again || l.p

Chapter 19 - Its Nothing.

>>Harry's P.O.V<<

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING HARRY?! WHAT IF THEY DID SOMETHING MORE AWFUL TO HER?!" Liam yelled, a silent moan leaving my lips.

Eleanor was infront of me, curing my bruises.

"Calm down Liam.." Perrie ordered.

"YES! OF COURSE ITS MY FAULT! ITS ALWAYS MINE! NO ONE ELSE, JUST MINE. " I snapped, getting up from my seat.

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU WOULD THINK BEFORE YOU ACT! IT WOULD'NT BE!" Liam bit.

My fist tightening, as he was about to punch me, when Louis and Zayn stopped him.

"SO YOU BLAME ME FOR THOS DRUNK GUYS BEATING ME UP?! IT WAS MY FIGHT! I NEVER WANTED VIOLET TO BE THERE! OR TO SAVE ME! I NEVER WANTED HER TO GET HURT!" I yelled.

"BUT YOU DID HARRY! SHE GOT BEATEN UP BECAUSE OF YOU!" 

He bit back.

"FINE! IT WAS MY FAULT! BUT LIAM I WILL NEVER HURT HER! LIKE YOU DID BEFORE!" I fought.

He did'nt answer back.

"WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THAT?!" He asked between gritted teeth.

"MAYBE BEACUSE I LOVE HER!" I yelled, Liam his lips agape.

"You guys!!! Would you stop this immaturity!" Eleanor yelled, a bit pissed off.

" I thought you promised you would never fight about not so important things, especially girls." Perrie added.

"And i though we were brothers, a band.." Niall stated sadly.

"I thought so too. But it changed.." I quietly said, a deep sigh escaping my lips, as i walked my way to the door.

"Harry wait.." Louis pleaded.

But ignored it, and walked away.

>>Violet's P.O.V<<

Closing the door quietly, as i sat silently on the bed.

The guilt washing through me, i think this is all my fault, my doing.

I broke them, because of me coming back, i ruined them.

Hitting myself hardly, but regretting it after.

"Owww!" I moaned, lifting up my shirt discovering a bruise right next to my scar, the horrific part is, it looks as if the wound opened a bit, maybe not as bad as i think.

Getting up from my position as i stood infront of a mirror just my height, a bruise just below my bottom lip, another one on my jawline, and the red marks on my free arm.

"Oh. You're awake.." An Irish voice that caught my attention.

I glanced weakly at Niall, who had a fake smile.

Racing up to him, as i hugged him.

"Im sorry!" I pleaded through sobs.

"What? Why?" He asked confused.

"This is all my fault.." I stated.

"No it is'nt.." He replied, as he rubbed circles on my back.

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Even if millions of people tell me that it is'nt my fault, i won't believe them, cause i know it really is my fault.

Niall tried everything to comfort me, Ice cream to McDonalds to a simple Horan hug, but nothing.