My Best Friend's Best Friend

I'm Sorry PART 2

I ran out of the flat, dialing Harry's number.

"L-Layla?" Harry answered.

"Harry, please, don't do it."

"Why not? Nobody loves me. I figured I'd be the type of person who wouldn't give a shit about what people think, y'know? Like you."

"I care about what people think. Harry, I love you, okay? Please, please, PLEASE do not kill yourself."

"I...I..." Harry's voice broke.

"Harry, please." I sprinted to the cab. "Train station, step on it." I yelled. The cab reached 96 and we were there in 15 minutes. The next train to Holmes Chapel was about to leave. "PLEASE LET ME ON!" I screamed. They did and I sat down. "Harry?"

"Yeah?" He choked a little. Shit.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm....I'm...." Harry's voice began to fade.

"NO! HARRY!" I screamed. People stared at me. "Harry, please hang on." Tears streamed down my face.

"Hurry." Harry whispered, his voice breaking.

I got a text from Niall. (N=Niall, L=Layla)

N-babe, where are you?

L-on a train

N-what? Why?

L-Harry really is trying to commit suicide

N-WHAT THE FUCK?!

L-I'm going to get him now.

N-I'm gonna call him

L-No, Nialler, don't. I'll settle this, I swear.

N-okay. Just please get him to stop. There's a trend on Twitter saying "we loved you Harry". I got worried.

L-it's fine. Just give me a while

N-okay. I love you Layla.

L-I love you too Niall.

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Finally, we pulled into the station in Holmes Chapel. His house was twenty minutes walking time, but I sprinted through town.

"Hey, Layla's back!" People cried. I waved and pushed harder. I slammed Harry's door open and ran upstairs to his room.

"Harry? HARRY? HARRY?!" I ran around, crying. Had he done it already? I opened the closet door frantically. Harry was there, tying a coat sleeve around his neck. I gasped. Harry looked up and fell to the floor, heaving sobs. I ran over and wrapped my arms around him. "Harry...Harry...Harry." I kept whispering as I stroked his hair.

"Layla. I'm so sorry. I have no idea what got into me, I swear. I just found myself tweeting about contemplating it, and the haters drove me to doing it." Harry wailed into Niall's sweatshirt. I pulled him closer to me and held him tighter, running my fingers through his hair and sobbing. "I'm sorry." He whispered over and over and over again.

"Harry, look at me." I whispered. We locked eyes and something clicked. Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist and he was pushing me up against a wall, and we were making out. His lips trailed down my jaw line and onto my neck. I combed my fingers through his hair and suddenly gasped. Harry pulled away.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"Niall...I'm cheating on him." My voice cracked. "I'm a whore, Harry."

"Oh shit." He put me down and we paced around his room. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"What are we going to do?" I asked, checking to make sure the blinds on his windows were closed. Didn't want Niall to find out about this on ET tonight.

"Keep it a secret." Harry whispered.

"Yeah. I guess. God, I just feel like shit." I gulped back tears.

"You shouldn't. God dammit, it's my fault." Harry groaned.

"No it isn't, okay?" I whispered.

"Okay." Harry smiled. I kissed his cheek.

"Are you ready to come back now?"

"Yeah, I think I am."

"Okay." I pulled out my phone.

N-did u get him?

L-yeah:) we're taking the next train to London

N-yay!! I'll tell the boys!! Thank you for going there and doing this Layla. You're so amazing.

I gulped.

L-thanks babe:) you are too

N-I love you<3

L-I love you too

"Come on, the next train leaves in an hour." Harry grabbed his suitcase.

And with that, we left for the train station, leaving what happened in his bedroom behind. My hands were still shaking. What if Niall found out?