Truly, Madly, Deeply In Love

Chapter 5

Harrys POV

I started crying uncontrollably, I began to shake. More mother fucking pictures of Louis and Eleanor pop up just mentally mocking me, I stand up pacing around the room with my hands on the back of my head, until finally, I breakdown screaming "FUCK YOU!" and then curled up in a ball in the middle of my room. I got up after a little bit still crying and made my way to the bathroom.

On the way there I noticed Zayn was gone and didn't see Niall anywhere so I assumed the idiot was still upstairs. I shut the door to the bathroom, my breathing was becoming rapid, I'm almost positive I was hyperventilating. I fell to the floor sobbing and when I felt a pang in my stomach I crawled over to the toilet and began throwing up.

I heard a concerned Niall on the opposite side of the door, "Dude are you okay? whats going on man?" I stood up not paying an ounce of attention to his voice and looked in the bathroom mirror. I thought angrily to myself, 'what have I become? a hideous monster everyone wanted gone. that's what I've become, Ive become a burden to my family and friends. No one cared. No one.' 

I began thrashing around the bathroom in anger and in pity, 'I'm nothing, no one would care if I just died.' My fists collided with the mirror causing glass to shatter everywhere around me and blood came pouring out of my hands, shards of glass had flown back at me and cut parts of my face. But I didn't care. Nothing mattered any more, I wanted nothing more than to die, right here, right now.

Nialls POV

Maybe I was being irrational, I needed to forgive and forget. I mean, I can't change whats already been done, so whats the use of taking my anger out on my best friends?

I slowly emerged from my bed and ascended the stairs, "Harry?" I asked quietly knocking on his door, It was opened so I let myself in. but he was no where in sight, I began to look around his room curiously and I noticed his laptop flipped up side down on his bean bag chair.

I picked it up and saw the image on the screen, my stomach churned. I gasped as I took in all the rude and hateful tweets he'd been getting about him and Louis, all this stuff about him being a "faggot" and that he was a "sick person who should rot in hell" I looked around his room again and then decided to leave before he saw me snooping.

When I shut his door behind me I heard gagging from inside the bathroom, I cautiously approached the door, and knocked once, "Dude are you okay? Whats going on man?" The next thing I know I hear screaming and cursing and then a thunderous crashing sound. I start pounding on the door bellowing, "HARRY STYLES OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! HARRY! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!"

I paused for a moment when I heard him talking, I pressed my ear to the door listening closely, "I'm nothing, no one would care if I just died." I bean panicking, "HARRY, HARRY PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID, I CARE THE BOYS CARE, YOUR MUM AND SISTER CARE, THINK OF GEMMA, THINK OF LOUIS!!!-"

The door slowly opened and a sobbing, bloody, messy, Harry fell into my arms.

Hey guys! So I know this chapter is kinda short:/ but its intense!! Anyways, things will get better for Harry... mayyybe(; anyways, 

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Love, Jessica.Xx