Broken

Chapter 18

His face drops. So does the sheet of paper in his hand.

'Niall what have you done?'
His voice is low, but serious. It's quite intimidating.

'Harry he hasn't done anything, I asked him to draw it for me.'

Harry's eyes stop looking at Niall and turn to me. He looks scary, his brows furrowed in anger. I back away into Niall and his hand finds my shoulder and pushes me back, away from the space between him and Harry.

'Lara stay out of this' Niall reassures me. But I'm not going to leave them both to argue. They are some of the only close friends I have here at the moment.

'Harry can we not do this here?' I see Niall's head tilt slightly towards me, as if to say, he doesn't want me to be here.

I step forward a little. I'm too confused to back away with unanswered questions.

'Will someone please tell me what's going on?'

They both stand there, looking at me, expresionless.

'Lara, you really need to leave us'
Harry nods in agreement, his face not as tense. I hope he can just walk away, and leave me and Niall. He seems to fuck up a lot without an explanation. I'm getting sick of it, and I have only known him for a short amount of time, so I praise anyone that has been his friend for a while. I don't know how they do it.

They seem to forget I'm there.
'Niall, you're taking it too far.'

Niall looks disgusted at Harry.
'You fucking prick. You have the cheek to say I'm going too far. Have you seen yourself? You're fucking obsessed with her man!'

Ouch. Obsessed? This doesn't phase Harry, he just throws a bit more abuse into the air.

'Atleast I didn't go round to her dorm and kiss her, hoping you would get into her pants you cunt. Grow up a little, she isn't a slag.'

Well, he thinks I'm not a slag. That's a positive. But, I still don't know what the hell they are talking about. I need answers.

Before I can even speak, Niall is walking towards Harry, fists clenched. But before Niall can punch him, he is grabbed by the collar, and pushed up against one of the pillars in the canteen.

'Harry!! Put him down!' I try to pry Harry's hands away from Niall's collar. Fuck, his hands are strong... No Lara, stop. This isn't the right time.

Harry looks at me from the corner of his eye. He sees me panic, begging him to stop.
'Please.' I attempt once more to make him stop. It works. He releases his grip and Niall drops to the floor.





'Harry you need to tell me. I'm fed up of all of this. Please.'

I'm lying on my back on my bed, Harry lying on his side, propped up by his arm.

'Lara...' He slowly decreases my space between us.
'It's nothing, don't worry. It's just something from years ago.'

'Tell me then.'

'I-I, I can't lara. It's not that easy.'

'Harry, if you're not going to tell me then leave.'

He looks as if he is about to say something, but then his expression goes blank.

Without another word, he stands up and leaves.

I lie on my bed until I fall asleep, the unanswered questions still running through my head.