Heavy Hearted 2

Chapter 8

Harry's Pov:

I yawned sitting up in my bed. Something was different. I have that feeling... Something was missing. I turned over to see that Sydney wasn't there. The rest if the people were still knocked out on the floor.

She must be in the kitchen. I walked out the door and down the stair into the kitchen. No... I checked the living room. No...

I picked up my phone quickly dialling her number, It rang five times before her voice rang through.

"Hello?" Her voice was rough and scratchy. Her morning voice.

"Where are you." My voice changed dramatically.

"Uh... Oh I'm-" she was trying to come up with a legit reason.

"Who is that?" A voice came from behind. That voice. The thick Irish accent. Niall.

"You're with Niall.." My own voice betrayed me.

"Oh... Uh yeah. He is with me. We are just getting food. On our way back now." Her voice became more confident.

"I'll give you 5 minutes to get back." I finished and hung up the phone.



The truck door slammed close and in walked Sydney and Niall. Niall in just his sweatpants and Sydney with her shorts and tank top. I could have sworn he had a white shirt on last night.

I stood up, crossing my arms to Sydney who stood sinking down... Trembling.

"What's wrong baby." I played dumb expecting she would tell me the truth.

"N-nothing." Her voice mimicked the same voice she uses when she's scared.

"So uh... Where's the food you got?" I look behind her at Niall who's hands were also empty of any bags.

"Erm.. We didn't uh.." She paused.

"Okay. Sydney drop the bullshit and tell me what the fuck you did this morning, or last night with Niall." I began raising my voice.

"Nothing Harry! We didn't do anything!" She defended herself. Niall stepped forward getting ready to defend her but I won't allow it.

"No Niall. Back up because Sydney's mine and it's not your job to defend her!" I pointed to him.

"Fuck you." He gritted his teeth.

"No. Fuck you, and you!" I nodded to Sydney. She looked taken back before running upstairs into our room. "Run away like a little bitch." I muttered.

"Chill out man. I would still be better anyways for her then you would ever be.." He smirked.

"Don't you ever say that shit! She's mine and will always be."

"Not exactly." He walked to the couch falling freely on to it.

"What do you mean..."

"You'll find out soon enough."



Sydney's Pov;

"Fuck you, and fuck you too!" Harry yelled at both me and Niall. My heart dropped. I messed up.. I messed up so bad last night. I'm only creating heartache and trouble. I'd be better off gone.

I looked down at the tank top I had on. It's Harry's. I pulled it off, throwing it to the ground. I'm done with everything. With life. With relationships.

"Sydney..." Harry's voice cracked in the middle of my name. I turned around seeing disgust on his face. He strode to me, strongly pushing me to the bed. He was looking at something, something on my hips.

I followed his eyes down to 4 small bruises on the front of my hips.

"Harry... I can explain. It's not what it looks like." I sat up.

"Good because what it looks like is that you cheated." He said sarcastically.

"It... I just... Harry listen. I love you so much. I messed up. I've done it before and I regret that too but I can't tell you that I don't have feelings for Niall... Because I do." I sighed pulling a shirt back on.

"It's taking so much of my not to completely beat the shit out of him but I'm not because everyone expects me to be the dick in this situation. They don't even know yet.." He shook his head.

"You won't hurt him will you?"

"No. I won't. But you will." His voice filled with hate.

"What do you mean...?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"You're going to tell him you would never love him. You tell him or you're out of this house. You're out of the gang... And that's leaving you out to Chases gang and my gang because if you leave a gang, you become a threat. You would be in a great deal of danger." He smirked opening a coke bottle.

"I can't do that Harry. I-I Need time to think. I need to get out for a while..." I shook my head. Grabbing my keys, I started the car pulling out onto the road.

"I'm screwed." I groaned to myself. I was royally fucked. The bridge to the river was quickly approaching. I checked my speedometer reading 85 miles an hour. Shit. I pushed on the breaks only slowing me down to 80 but I quickly sped back up.

"What the hell?" My eyebrows knitted together forcefully stomping on the break which sent me flying forward hitting my head on the top of the windshield. My vision filled with black dots, it becoming harder to see. The car made a clicking sound and took off again. One last glimpse on the railing of the bridge until I was free falling off the bridge. It was slow motion.

The water approached slowly... Like it was a dream. The thought of the same thing happening to me months ago shot through me. What if I go into another coma... What if I die.

The cars impact wasn't enough to knock me out but enough to send me into a daze. Once fully aware of my situation, tears poured out of my eye. I clicked the window button but was disappointed to realise that it was ran by electric or something.

The siren of police cars echoed from above along with fire trucks. The same scene as before closed in on me. Water this time was slowly rising different from last time. I shuffled for my phone out of my purse as the water was waist high. Luckily, I had a life proof case.

My shaking hands dialled the first person I thought of.

Harry.


"Yeah?" He answered.

"Harry... I love you.." I whimpered.

"Sydney? W-what's wrong?" He became more concerned.

"I love you." Was all I could get out.

"I love you too.. Sydney... You have to listen to me. What's wrong!?" His voice rose. Water was now rising to my chest.

"I-I crashed... Harry. I'm- I'm scared." I cried out.

"What!? Where'd you crash? Are you okay?" He became more and more frantic.

"T-the river." My sobs increased as the water neared my mouth. His voice started but quickly cut off by a ringing as the line went dead. My tears mixed with murky river water as it passed my mouth. I knew from the start, escaping was almost impossible as long as part of the car is surfaced. I calmed myself as the car finally sunk under. I screwed my eyes shut, feeling around by the memory. I found the handle, gently pushing it open. The best thing to do in a situation like this is not to panic. Harry had told me. I took a deep breath pushing even harder on the door until it was completely ajar. I needed to keep it open or I'm screwed. My lungs felt as if the would burst. I squeezed through the opening, hurrying to get to the surface. Voices and sirens became audible the closer I got. Darkness overcame my vision making it harder to concentrate on making my way to the top.

A dark box lowered above me and a small ring hit the water. It was help, they were coming to help me. I swam faster and faster to the top. I couldn't take it. I involuntarily took a breath filling my lungs with water. Just as I blacked out, I reached the surface. I let death win.


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(Authors note;)

IT IS NOT OVERRRRRRRR.

I'm tired so... Yeah. Night.