Never Have I Ever || h.s.

Chapter 24: Bipolar

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Ch 24-

Could Harry be any faster?! The man probably thought I tried to escape. I could hear him yelling for me, but no way was I leaving until Harry got here.

A woman walked into the bathroom- a tall muscular woman. She was wearing a purple hoody and some sunglasses, and she has long brown hair. She walked right up to me and tilted her glasses down. It's Harry. I immediately lounged onto him, hugging him around the neck. I am shaking and sobbing my heart out.

"Laney, breathe. Baby, everything's gonna be ok now." Harry said in a hushed tone.

"W-what's your plan?" I stuttered, crying into his shirt.

"Liam called the police. And I am going to stay in here with you until the coast is clear." Harry explained, rubbing my back.

"Harry, where'd you get that long, brown hair extension from?" I chuckled, trying to get my mind off of things.

"One Direction has many disguises." Harry smirked.

Suddenly, the man barged through the bathroom door, clenched fists and tight jaw. Harry let go of me and put his sunglasses on.

"Ma'am you don't have to help this young lady, she's with me." The man said, grabbing my arm intensely. Harry ran at the boy and punched his face so hard that the boy hit the cold floor. I hid around the corner, terrified for Harry. The man came back, and I expected him to go for Harry, but he went for me. He kicked my side and pulled me up hard, throwing me over his shoulder. Harry immediately punched the man again with much more force than the first time. The man fell over on the floor and took me down with him. I scurried into the corner, expecting the guy to get back up.

"Liam better hurry the hell up." Harry muttered under his breath. We both stared at the man who was out on the cold floor.

"Did you k-kill him?" I asked shakily.

"No, he's just knocked out. You ok?" Harry asked.

"I think so. I will probably be sore tomorrow." I replied.

Finally, Liam, 2 cops, and 2 paramedics came through the door.

"What is going on?" One cop questioned, staring at the guy on the floor.

"He's knocked out, but you can see where he tried to hurt my girlfriend." Harry explained, pointing to me. One of the paramedics came over to me and knelt down beside me. I flinched as he carefully touched my arm.

"Are you in any pain? Did he hit you or anything?" The paramedic asked, scanning me over and over again.

"Uh, he, uh, kicked me in my right side and dug his nails into this arm pretty good." I replied, shyly revealing my arm.

"Well you are bleeding, so I am going to put a bandage on your arm to hopefully stop it." He said, taking out a gauze out of his case. I nodded, allowing him to wrap my arm up. Harry glanced down at me, being protective I suppose. "Can you lie down so I can take a look at your side?" the paramedic asked. I nodded. And so, I let the paramedic press on my side and my stomach. He ended up wrapping for security.

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"Bruised, for sure, but the wrap should help. If you notice the bruising getting worse after this week, come in and we will check it out."

"Okay, thank you." I responded. Harry glanced down at me, and I looked back with tears in my eyes.

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After everything was said and done, we went back to the house. I really haven't said a word since we've been home. I felt really guilty for causing so much trouble. I thought Harry knew I was upset, but I guess he was trying to give me space.

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Ok, it had been like all day and Harry hadn't said a word to me. Anne was cooking dinner, and I had no idea where the boys were, but I've been laying in the bedroom watching movies... alone. Then, Harry walked into the room.

"What have you been up to?" He questioned with a sweet smile. Obviously, everything is perfect in his mind.

"Watching movies... By myself." I snapped.

"Oh, ok." Harry replied as he sent a text message.

"Harry! What is wrong with you?! Can you not see that I am upset and you are not there for me- AT ALL! You haven't said a word to me all day until now! I really hope this isn't the real you." I yelled at him.

"Woah, Laney calm down. I thought you might need some space, it's not that big of a deal. I know you're upset, I can see that, but we are always with each other. I thought it would be nice to give you some time alone. I am sorry, guess I was wrong." Harry said, genuinely.

"No, Harry. I don't play the sympathy game. You of all people should know that by now. You know what? I think it'd be best if I pack up and head back to America. I can't be with someone who doesn't care!" I cried.

"Laney! Where the hell is this coming from? I do care! I'm trying my best. We can't agree on EVERYTHING, that's not how a relationship works. But if you really want to leave, then I'm not gonna try and make you stay." He replied, trying to reason with me.

Normally, when something like this happens the boy should say 'no don't leave, I love you'. But that's not what he said at all. I guess he really didn't care..

I got up and began to throw my clothes into my suitcase. I could not stay here.

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A.N: :O who's side are you on?? Hehehehe xx

Personally, I think Laney is kind of a biotch in this chapter. Team Harry.

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