Everything You Want

Chapter Thirteen

(unedited so sorry for the mistakes please comment if you seen any)

Callie's POV:

*three days later*

I sat in complete silence, just staring at the wall. I've been like this for the past four hours. In the last three days, all I'd done was eat and watch movies. I can't go anywhere but the living room and the kitchen because the rest of the house reminds me of Alex.

My phone buzzed next to me, but, like all the other days, I ignored it. Talking to someone would be too hard; someone already committed suicide because of me, and I don't want to be the cause of any more deaths.

I say there in silence for twenty more minutes before I heard a knock on the door. The loud noise cut through the silent air like a gunshot, causing me to jump. Maybe if I act like I'm not home, they'll go away, however they are.

"COME ON CAL, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" I heard Harry yell. It sounded as if he was the only one out there. I stayed silent.

"I WANT TO HELP YOU, CAL! IM WORRIED ABOUT YOU, JUST PLEASE OPEN UP." he called, knocking again. I hesitated before standing up and opening the door. Harry was standing there, dressed in sweatpants and a white tshirt.

"Callie," he breathed, hugging me immediately. His hug was tight, making it hard for me to hug back.

"Hey." I said back, pulling away.

"I've been so worried about you." he said, stepping into my flat.

"I'm fine, really." he made his way to the living room and saw the mess I had created; blankets and pillows, old food packaging, water bottles everywhere, tissues littering the floor. I turned my head away in embarrassment. He must think I'm a pig.

"It doesn't see,like you're fine." he commented. He sat on the floor, motioning for me to follow suit.

"Talk to me about it." he said.

"What? No freaking way. You're just like everyone else. You don't understand." I said, looking down. I hate main eye contact with people.

"Believe me; I'm not like everyone else. I'm seriously worried about you, and I'm your friend. Therefore, it is my duty to help you." he said.

"I'm not going to burden you with my problems," I said.

"Youre just afraid of letting someone in, to tell me how you feel." he concluded, and my silence proved him right.

"Look, you need to let someone in. Whether its me or not." he said.

"Maybe I'll choose Niall. After all, we were pretty flirty together." I said sarcastically, venom obvious in my tone.

"Look you took that comment the wrong way." he said.

"I don't care. Next time think before you speak, dumb-ass." I said.

"Just please let me help you." he pleaded.

"Fine, you wanna know what's wrong? Alex committed suicide. I know that because a long time ago we were talking about the best way to commit suicide- I know, it's a weird conversation topic- and he said that he'd just get super drunk then drive hoping that he'd crash. And that's exactly what he did. And my mom told me that he was in a better place at the funeral, and that's when it hit me. He didn't like the life he was living with me, so he killed himself. He's dead because I wasn't good enough. I've never been good enough for anyone, and I never will be. He's dead because of me." I said. No tears escaped... I had run out of tears a day ago.

"Where the hell did you get that idea? He committed suicide because he didn't like who he had become. You had nothing to do with it. You're amazing, and he was stupid to leave you behind without a note. When was the last time he kissed you first? Hugged you like he meant it? He just left you with no recent signs of affection, and any guy that does that to a girl that loves him doesn't deserve to have you tears spilled over him." he said, wrapping me in an awkward sitting-on-the-living-room-floor-hug.