too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 32.

Ivy's POV.

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The right side of my face was on the pillow, the other was in the air of that sickly hotel room as everyone spoke in whispers as I scrolled through twitter.

Hate.

A little cough from Demi.

Alright is alright from @somecriticstwitteruser. (I particularly love this little pun for my horrid album)

And another whisper from Sam to my mother about doing naughty things to her when their flight leaves tonight.

I didn't want to hear anything from anyone. I wanted to be alone with my phone and not Harry or my mother or Demi or Niall.

I felt emotionless as I heard more mumbles in the back of my insanity that became my mind.

Today's been weird. Harry and I watching porn together isn't particularly a usual activity I do on a day to day basis.

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun to watch people fuck alongside Harry and his funny expressions, but like all good things, they must end and you must come to realize that your life isn't the way it once was and you must leave the past behind. And with Harry's declaration to listen to my orders and 'un-love' me and the moans from some lesbian porn movie, I finally grew the courage to make myself tell him I had to go.

Now I'm here. In the hotel room with the lingering echoes from the hallways in the horribly drenched in white hotel room.

The only thing that consumed my mind as I tried to block out my thoughts was that Harry and Niall weren't in the room and wherever they may be, that scares me.

I didn't want more fights or anything because Harry meant his apology, I guess. You can't really control the madness within you after it's already been unleashed, and that's what happened with Harry.

As I lay there under the duvet of the bed, I try to concentrate on the echoes I've been hearing for a long while now. There was a higher voice, and a lower one. But that was all my ears could make out as I scrolled.

I heard more whispers and a door creak and didn't bother to look up from my premises.

After another few tweets about depression and how I somehow managed to help save some strangers life, I noticed there were no lingering whispers from Sam and my oblivious mother or the small noise of the television as Demi consumed herself in her highs of giants and lows of canyons.

I managed to find my eyes travel to the place in front of me.

I still don't know how I spoke, but I managed to say her name in a quiet voice.

"Jo."

"It's grand to see you as well, Ivy." She smiled slightly, looking down at the yellow dress that complimented her perfectly tan complexion.

"Finally get out of that shit hole?" I asked with a sudden smirk as a remembered the center and our past encounters with her being my roommate.

She frowned at my language. "Yes. My mother pulled me out."

I nodded. "Any funerals you went to before you left?"

She frowned again at how I phrased my question. We both knew the bitter meaning of it. I was asking if any more girls succeeded to kill themselves.

"Corbella did."

I cocked an eyebrow as I tried to remember a girl with the weird name.

"The lesbian with the crazy hair. She drowned herself in the kitchen sink." She finally responded with a scowl on her face.