The Boy Who Saved Me

Chapter 18: I Forgive You, but Do You Forgive Me?

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*Carrie-Lee's POV

Zayn and I just got back home and we are laughing like mad hyenas. Who would've thought Zayn of all people could be so open, loud, and funny?

Zayn is fumbling with his keys so he can unlock the door. When he finally gets the right key, he shoves it in the keyhole, twists it to the right, and turns the knob. When we walk inside, it's unusually silent. Until I hear a loud bang and someone yell.

I look at Zayn with wide eyes. We run down the hallway into the living room and there the lads are, all huddled around Harry in loose ring. Harry is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands with tears running down his cheeks.

The lads turn to Zayn and me and their faces twist with shock.

"Um, h-hi guys! We weren't expecting you back so soon!" Liam says nervously.

Harry's head shoots up from his hands.

"Carrie-Lee!"

And then I am engulfed in a massive, bone-crushing hug.

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*Harry's POV

When Carrie-Lee and Zayn left, I got really nervous. In fact, I don't think I've ever been so nerve-racked in my life. Not even for my X-Factor audition, and I was sickeningly nervous for that.

Niall and Liam keep mumbling and whispering things to each other while Louis just stares at me, his eyes full of sadness and anger. I want to walk over to him and hug him, but now is definitely not the right time to do so.

"Follow us, Harry. Let's go have a chat in the living room." Liam says, not making eye contact with me.

He grabs my shoulder and leads me downstairs into the living room, while Niall goes back upstairs to wash the shampoo out of his hair and put some pants on. Louis brings Liam a pair of basketball shorts as well, since he is still only in his boxers.

I am really nervous to the point I might actually get sick. I have no idea what the hell they're so pissed about! I don't know why the bloody hell they're pissed at me! I must've done something wrong, but I don't remember anything from last night, and I don't think the lads believe me. But I'm extremely determined to find out.

"So Harry... um... do you remember anything from last night? Anything at all? Liam asks me.

I can't help but wince at his purple, blue, and black face. His nose is misshapen and deformed, his lip is busted, and he has a black eye. I think before answering him. "Um, no I don't actually. The last thing I remember is driving home from the pub, which I already explained to you."

"So you don't recall last nights events when you got home? None of them at all? Not even one small detail?" Louis asks me, sounding really desperate now.