Ditched (a Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 28

***Harry's P.O.V.***

I woke up with a pounding headache and an unexplained feeling of guilt. I shook my head from side to side to try and gauge where i was and my mind swirled with confusion. Why was I outside of Elizabeth's door and why was the TV so damn loud?

I rose from the floor as I held my hand to my head to try to alleviate the pounding of the headache that made me want to rip the curls off of my head. Why I had thought it had been a good idea to get as drunk as possible without killing myself was beyond me. However, when I actually was facing Elizabeth's door I remembered my motives. I had wanted to forget about the fact that she was leaving for France the next day and I thought getting drunk would temporarily fix it all. All it did was make my head hurt more...

I knocked on the door to Elizabeth's room after trying my best to get my hung over self together and ignore the blaring TV. ''Elizabeth, it's time to get up. It's...'' I glanced down at my watch and then yawned slightly, ''six-thirty seven.''

There was only silence.

''Elizabeth?'' I called again as I gave the door another knock. There was no answer again and I slowly opened the door to wake her up because it seemed that she needed it. As soon as I walked into the room my heart stopped and I felt the pounding in my head drowned out every noise in the flat that was there before. The room looked extremely clean with the exception of the drawers of the dresser which were left open and empty. Then, as if the appearance of the room wasn't enough, I looked over to the bed to confirm my suspicions and felt myself stumble back in surprise.

She was gone... but she said she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye...

I hurried out of the room and walked into the living room desperately hoping that I would find her casually lounging there with a cup of hot chocolate like she had done almost every morning when she was here. However, when i reached the room I was greeted by the sight of Louis starring blankly at the TV as a sitcom played out. His features showed no signs of amusement as he just seemed to stare directly through the TV. I hurried until I was directly in front of him and when he finally saw me he scowled. ''What the hell do you want?'' he growled and i raised my eyebrow at him.

''I don't have time for grumpy, hung over Louis, I need to know if you know where Elizabeth is,'' I rushed and he just scoffed and sat back on the couch. ''Louis, do you know where she is?'' I persisted and he still ignored me but I could tell that he knew something. ''Where'd she go?!'' I demanded though shouting made my head hurt and by the way he winced I could tell that it hurt his head too.

''She left!'' he yelled back at me as he stood up from the couch and looked me dead in the eyes with a glare so intense it could kill anyone from fright. He had plain anger in his eyes.

''What! Why?''

''Because you messed up again! Again, Harry!'' I couldn't say anything as he slowly walked towards me menacingly. ''I thought you really liked her...''

''I do!'' I defended.

''Obviously you don't! If you did you would've respected her!''

''I did!''

Louis walked closer until he was right in front of me and then he shoved me roughly, ''no, you didn't! Last night, you treated her like every other girl you've slept with!''

''What are you talking about?'' I wondered, my voice cracking a bit at his implications.

''What am I talking about?! I'm talking about how you got drunk last night and almost took advantage of Elizabeth!'' My eyes went wide and I just stared at him as my mouth hung open slightly. ''I came home to the sound of her crying! I comforted her when you were drunk off your ass!'' Louis turned around as if just looking at me disgusted him.