too young for this { harry styles }

Chapter 33.

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"What'd he say?" Niall's voice echoed through my mind as I tried not to scream at what my mind was thinking.

I couldn't help but go back to it all. Thinking back on that night where I was drunk off the vodka and Harry was peeing in the streets as we tried to find our way back to the hotel.

"What," he took a deep breath from anticipation, "did he say?"

I found myself throwing the phone on Demi's bed and raking my hands through my already tangled hair.

I could still feel the faint taste of mint from the kisses I had just shared with Niall on my mouth. I was covered in the musky scent of his cologne as I tried to forget all of it.

"What did he say?" Niall yelled, he was now standing off of the bed and slowly edging closer to my mental figure.

I shook my head, my breath starting to pick up as I thought of the things is shouldn't be even considering.

Niall's hands were now on my sides and I didn't want that. He shook me with his face reflecting sadness and regret, hopefully mine was the same. "What did he say?" His voice was loud and low with anger.

I backed away from the frightened boy, realizing what I had just ruined.

I felt my feet stumble over a table or the bed or something completely irrelevant to my horrible thoughts, and felt my head hit something as I toppled over to the ground.

Someone was shouting as I tried to remember who I was and gripped the long shirt I had on from Harry and pulled it down over my knees, cradling them in my arms whilst burrowing my fact into the cotton material.

I could still hear the yelling as I tried my hardest to block it all out.

It was Niall. Niall was the one who was always there for me, but when you're kissing someone you never think of how wrong it could be afterwards, you just think of how good it feels in that one perfect moment.

I didn't cry. I couldn't cry. I couldn't do anything as I felt Niall trying to shake me out of the trance I felt consuming me by the minute.

"Ivy!" He yelled into my ear, trying to get me to move from my spot on the floor next to the glass balcony.

I couldn't think to respond to Niall's cries as I contained my own. I couldn't let him see how I felt. I couldn't tell him. The kid basically just proclaimed his love for me and then Harry, the awful boy, interrupts my perfectly good impulsive make out session with one of his text messages.

"What'd he say? Where is he?" Niall's voice was now distant from me as I clenched the sides of my head with my hands.

I didn't want any of his nonsense to go through my ears. I didn't want to hear it.

And whether I knew where Harry was or not, I know that I had no idea where I had gone mentally.

The room was filled with silence as Niall was doing something quietly and I didn't look up. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't even look at myself.

"Get out." My voice as barely a whisper.

I heard papers moving, and then I felt the warmth of Niall's angered body next to mine.

"Get," I breathed in heavily as I tried to contain my insanity, "out."

I heard no feet moving as I looked down.

"Please."

"No." His voice was full of simplicity. "He makes you bipolar, if it weren't for him you wouldn't have to-"