Hard to Love

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Harry’s POV

I slammed the front door and threw my car keys viciously at the wall. I stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with ice cold water. Drinking the whole glass I threw it in the sink, not even caring if it just broke or not.

“Woah, what’s with all the ruckus?” I heard a voice say. Turning around, I saw Louis, which made me even angrier because I only wanted to be alone.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I yelled at him, irritated even more by his presence.

Louis’ eyes almost popped out of his head in disbelief when he heard that from me, totally not expecting that. “Excuse me?” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me like he was going to kill.

“You heard me! Why are you here? I wanna be alone, get out!” I yelled again impatiently, only making Louis even more mad.

“You listen to me you asswhole! I’m here because you invited me. Don’t come home yelling and disturbing this whole fucking neighborhood because of something stupid that happened to you!” He yelled back, equally loud.

I realized then that last night at the ice cream parlor, I invited him over today. It totally slipped my mind because of everything that had happened with Christina. I was broken out of my thoughts by Louis, faulting me one more time.

“You missed the meeting this morning. Niall said you had to take care of something. What were you doing, Harry?” He pressured me, his eyes boring into me. I turned around and faced the fridge in my kitchen, leaning on my hands that were placed on the counter. I tightly gripped the granite watching my knuckles turn white.

What was I supposed to tell Louis? I couldn’t tell him about Christina, he’d go crazy. Actually, I don’t know what he’d do. How would he react to something like that? I still feel like I’m in shock...

“I want the truth, Harry. You never blow off management meetings, why all of a sudden, and why are you coming home angry and acting like the Hulk trying to smash everything?” I turned toward my best friend, his tone still laced with anger. He was always there for me and knew exactly what to tell me whenever I tell him what’s bothering me.

“I can’t tell you.” I saw a glimmer of sadness flash across his eyes and he looked down stuffing his hands deep into his pockets and nodding as if I had wounded him.

“You can." After a moment, he hesitantly looked up and held my gaze. "Are you going solo?” He asked referring to me leaving the band and doing a solo career. I’ve been asked many times before, but have always turned them down.

“No Lou.” I replied, stunned that he would think I would even consider that path.

“Then tell me.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. He had spoke softly now, wanting the truth and begging for it with his dark blue eyes.

I sighed. If Niall knew, then what’s the harm in Louis knowing? “It’s about Christina.” I let out the breath that I didn’t know I was holding in.

Louis gazed at me with a 'go on' look. “Well, last night when she left I told her to text me when she got home. She said she would text Stella, but Stella never got her text. I waited ten minutes, when it would have only taken her about three or so to get back to her flat. So I told Niall to come with me and we went out looking for her.”

I felt a tight pain form in my chest when I started to remember last nights’ events. “Well, we found her, underneath a street lamp with two men. She must’ve not gone over the zebra crossing and instead gone through a side street. She was naked, screaming for help as one man fucking raped her and the other was holding her down, waiting his turn. I remember being frozen in my shoes, watching for a millisecond at what was happening. It just didn’t seem real, but it was happening right ahead of me. She was being raped Louis, raped! I didn’t know how to react. Niall and I ran right then and went after the guys. I went after the one with his cock hanging out and Niall went after the one holding her.”