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When Harry arrived at his home, he slammed the door of his car angrily and rushed upstairs to his room. He was crying like little girl and he was mad at the same time. He was just so helpless. He pulled the covers from his bed, throwing all blankets and pillows across his room, groaning. When he had nothing more to take from bed, he started throwing his clothes around, finally founding Louis' t-shirt. He opened his door and threw it out of his room, closing the door again. And when he finally haven't had any more energy to throw things around, he curled up on his now naked bed and sobbed. He had troubled breathing and he was a little choking. But it wasn't even scary for him. The ache he was feeling at that moment was terrible and he would do anything to stop it. But he couldn't. His heart was really broken. And he never had broken heart and he really hoped he will die soon. He didn't go for his run as he planned. And he didn't go to the practice, ignoring his phone buzzing on his desk. Fuck life. Even Gemma tried to find out what happened, but he locked his door so she was just standing there and listening to little noises that Harry was making. But she finally found spare key to Harry's room and came in, to find his brother on his bed, whimpering, sobbing and shaking. Enough said, she was scared to death, not seeing Harry like this never before.
Louis wanted to call. Wanted to spend his last day with Harry. But he needed to be a fucking idiot and give up so quickly. He was a whimp. Liam tried to pick him up and carry him to his bedroom but Louis shouted and cried screaming he needed to leave him alone and that this was all his fault. He didn't move. Nothing made him move. Only his chest raising and falling down to quickly. He sobbed patheticly and didn't even tried to stop crying. It didn't make sense. This wasn't supposed to happen. But it did. And everthing happens for a reason.
"It's over" Harry sobbed as Gemma cuddled him tight. He was shaking and he was exhaused and all his body was aching as fuck. Gemma ran her fingers through Harry's hair to calm him down but nothing was working. "O-over..." Harry repeated. "Shhh... You will be okay..." she whispered to him, caressing his curls and holding him tight. "Fuck, I love him and he just... He just told me... I-I should go-o" Harry said, crying even harder once he said it out loud. Gemma was rocking their bodies back and forth, trying to calm him down but nothing was working and she was scared that Harry will hurt himself somehow. It wasn't good to cry for that long and he couldn't even breathe properly. So she was grateful when she saw Zayn in the door of Harry's room. "Fuck, Haz..." he said, looking at him with wide eyes. "What happened??" he looked at Gemma as Harry sobbed loudly. She shrugged. "I-I think... They broke up" she mumbled, not really sure. "Fuck, Haz, you did it, right? You fucking fell in love..." Zayn sighed. Now they all had problem.
Louis was screaming inside. But nothing could get out of his troath. Everthing was sore. He wanted to breath again but he knew it was too late. This was real life. Not a cheeky fairy tale. Not a fucking movie. It was realitly and it killed Louis. It made him suffor like he never did before. He shook lightly and opened his eyes. His whole face was sticky from the tears. He saw Liam grabbing a suitcase and putting Louis stuff into it. ''don't'' he screamed but it managed out to be a whisper
Zayn never saw Harry like this too. And it was terrifying as Harry was always strong and powerful and he literally wasn't showing any emotions. "Mate, hey, just... get up, okay?" Zayn said, struggling a little and trying to sit Harry up. He was pale and his lips were purple from lack of good amount of oxygen in his body. So he couldn't stay all curled up. He finally made Harry to sit up, slightly leaned forward as Gemma was rubbing his back in circles. "It hurts..." Harry whispered, trying to breathe. "Just try, okay?" Zayn said softly to him. "He needs some water, okay? It looks like panic attack" Zayn mumbled to Gemma quietly. Gemma nodded and rushed to get some water for Harry. "And you just try to calm down, I know you can do it" he said to Harry. And then Harry told them both what happened. This fight with Liam and then what Louis said and how he felt and how he was still feeling. Everything. He just needed to spill it out of his system to be back to normal, even if he was really hurt. But he was good at hiding things, right? Gemma and Zayn helped him clean his room and before he even noticed, it was evening again. He didn't really know if it was reality or just some nightmare. He took his phone and quickly send text. 'You were right...' It was for Liam. And then he just threw his phone on the floor and stepped on it, breaking it. He will buy new one tomorrow.
