Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 42

Heartless -The Fray

Liam's POV

Harry just continues staring exactly like he was, not even acknowledging my existence. I walk a little closer but he doesn't look up to connect eye contact. It's like he doesn't know I'm here, like he's so deep in thought that he's blocked out the outside world from coming in. Look at him, this is all my fault.

"Harry?" I try again but not a sudden move except for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest appear.

"Mate?" I sit down on the couch he was on, shaking his shoulder lightly. His mind snaps out of his daze as he looks at me, anger takes over his pale green eyes. He doesn't even say a word but the look he's giving me reminds me yet again that I've made a huge mistake. Oh how I badly want to just coward away, pretend like I wasn't even going to talk to him in the first place. I can't do that though.

I can't risk it. I can't risk the girl I love hurting herself even more, all because of me. I can't risk ruining this seemingly unbreakable friendship Harry and the rest of the band, including me, have formed. I can't risk destroying the people I love just because of a stupid mistake, a mistake that has cost the sanity and health of many people.

"You." Hatred takes over Harry's vocal expression.

"Harry, can we-"

"So you've come to rub it in my face, have you? You've done enough Liam, please, I don't think I can take anymore of this." The tears appeared in the outer corners of Harry's eyes, dripping quickly down his cheeks. He used his sleeve to wipe them away, he's ashamed.

"No, Harry, Georgia and I aren't-" I tried to get a word in.

"Liam! You've ruined me! The least you could do is leave me be." He plead, the anger from him washed away and all I could make out was sorry. It's like I drained him from his anger and soaked it up myself, I clenched my fists.

"The least you could do is listen to what I'm saying!" I yelled. I didn't mean to burst, but I'm just a huge bubble that's waiting to be popped.

"Okay." Harry breathed out, unable to fight it any longer. he's on the verge of breaking, the only thing holding him together is the hope that seems like it will not be found.

Georgia's POV

"H-Hi." I said, not sounding confident the least.

"That's a nice mark you got there," she smirked, proud of what she apparently accomplished. Congratulations to her, she helped push me down. She scraped my knees in the process, making me bleed out. She terrified me so much that I am even too afraid to step foot outside my room. Such a great accomplishment.

"I always tried to help you Georgia, I really did try, but you are useless! Nobody can fix you, nobody!" Hannah screamed out of nowhere, heads of students in the halls turned to us. Feeling their gaze burning holes into my body, I shrunk further into my sweater.

"Stop." I whispered more to myself than anybody else.

"Honestly, I can't take it anymore! Jacob helped me see how fucking weird you are, if I hadn't seen it sooner than later, that fucking messed up head of yours would've pulled me in." She spat and the tears pricked my eyes, she's calling me out in front of the crowd that has now formed.

"Please go away." I said quietly, hoping she didn't hear.

"Please what? Go away? No! Not until these people see how fucking sick you are." She screamed right in my face. I've never seen Hannah like this, never this angry. Her low top showed much more cleavage than it should and her makeup smeared under her eyes as tears full of hatred and anger fell. Her face was noticeably stressed and an unsmoked cigarette was tucked behind her ear. Hannah has turned into a stranger, a complete stranger.