Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Nine

a/n: helloooo everyone. please please please go check out my new fanfic titled "Fan Account". It's a Niall story and it's brand new so please go read. If you could tell you're friends too that'd be spectacular :) and RIP Talia. You'll be missed so much, you were an inspiration to all.

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*Harry's Point Of View*

She didn't explain. She stood up, pulled her shirt down, and shut the bedroom door behind her. I pushed myself off the ground and followed the direction she went in and knocked on the door.

"Beth," I sighed. "Just talk to me." I leaned against door, hoping she was okay.

Beth didn't answer. I didn't hear the TV, I didn't hear her headphones which were normally blasting, I didn't hear water running.

I knocked again. "Please."

The door swung open, nearly sending me to the ground in the process. I struggled to retain my balance and, once I did, I looked up to see an angry looking Beth. "There is nothing to talk about," She growled.

"Beth," I shook my head. "Please."

"You already said that," She backed up, going to sit on the bed. "And if you think being all polite is going to get me to talk to you, then you're mistaken."

I sat down next to her, and she moved away. "I understand if you don't want to talk."

"Oh do you?" She rolled her eyes.

"I just don't understand why you're angry with me," I looked into those rolling eyes, trying to read her emotions. Not too long ago, she was happy, energetic, but, now, she was irritated, mad at me. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry, okay?"

"That's a lie," She scoffed.

"What? What do you-"

"I mean, you can't be sorry for your actions if you don't know what actions you're sorry for." Beth turned away from me. She was fuming in annoyance. What did I do?

"Look, let me rephrase that. I'm sorry your angry, and I'm sorry that I caused it. Is that better?" I was beginning to get a bit annoyed myself.

"Oh, please, Harry," She groaned. "You're angry too. Just let it out. Be angry. Don't hold your emotions in for my sake, it's not like you care anyway." She honestly thought I didn't care about her? After all I've done? After how much I've done to stop her from hurting herself, from killing herself? After how long I spent trying to show her how beautiful she really is?

And that, her thinking I didn't care about her, made me angry. And, for the first time in a while, I let it out. "You know what? I am angry! I'm furious. I'm so fucking pissed that you actually think I don't care about you. Beth, for once, I have to admit that you're wrong. You're so wrong when it comes to whether I care about you or not. Because I do. A lot. I care about you so damn much and you have the audacity to think I don't?" By then, I was standing, and I was using my outside voice, something I don't use much.

She rose to meet me, although her slight height hardly met my tall frame. "Yes. I do. I have so much audacity, in fact, that I would put money on it that you think I'm a drag. You're tired of checking on me every ten seconds. I know you want a girl who you can go out and have fun with without fear of her hurting herself or having a mental breakdown," She screamed.

"I'm going to have to disagree," I growled before storming out of the suite.

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I found myself pounding on Niall's door twenty minutes later, after a much needed breath of fresh air. I'd managed to sneak past security- it wasn't hard- but when I came back I got a good lecture, complete with finger wagging and a "capisci" to tie it off.