A/N: The words written in Italics are memories. I just wanted to make that clear, and I hope you enjoy this story!
"You're leaving me?" a broken whisper swallowed by all the voices screaming in Harry's head, all the older teen could do was simply nod.
He could feel as the arms of his friends began to drag him backwards, into the hallway and down the stairs, to the creaky floorboards in the dining room where his bag of coke rested in a ball underneath them. Growls played over and over in his head as he fought against their grasps, refusing to let into their relentless pestering.
"I-I'm sorry," Harry said, voice raspy and low. His throat began to close off as they grew stronger, and he felt himself finally giving into their touches and persuasive words and promises until--
A hesitant, small hand wrapping around his forearm had all the voices disappearing, and his lungs burned as he took in a deep breath that wasn't tainted with their filth. "Please, you can't leave me here alone, H. You made a promise to me that you would stay. That you would always stay here for me, with me,"
Shaking his head, Harry took a step backwards. He needed to get out of here, to get away from the fucking voices inside of his head. And he knew just how to do it. But no. He couldn't do that, could he? He couldn't actually end his own life just because the voices have gotten out of-- "Harry, look at me!" A small shrill struck through his thoughts, and at the command, Harry's wide orbs locked with blue orbs that shimmered in the yellow glow of the light bulb. "You can't fucking leave me," his eyes flared with determination, and his sharp fingernails began to dig into the soft flesh on Harry's forearm.
"I can't stay here! Can't you see how fucking miserable I am? That I can't fucking take this anymore? I don't want to be here anymore, Louis! Just fucking accept that and move on already!" chest heaving like he just ran a mile, Harry ripped his arm away from Louis' grasp and grabbed his bag off of the chair. "You're so much better than me. Now get up off of your fucking knees and stop begging for me to stay, it's pathetic," the words burning like a shot of whiskey did, Harry turned around and began to walk away, but stopped in the doorway.
Head hanging low, Harry squoze his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "Really shitty goodbye, isn't it? I didn't plan to leave you this way," sighing, Harry took one last deep breath of the vanilla scented air, "I left you a note underneath your pillow," with that, he hefted his black bag further up on his shoulder and stormed out of the room, then down the stairs.
Curious gazes from Louis' family was pinned on him, but he didn't stop. He walked through their dining room and out their front door. Climbing into his car, Harry started it and without glancing back for even a second, he pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road. His trembling hands gripped the steering wheel and he could feel as the rears began to sting his eyes.
He did it, he actually left. Even though his body ached for him to go back, or for him to do something, all he could do was hit his steering wheel and scream at the top of his lungs. Nothing made sense to him. Not the stop light he was coming up to, or the way his heart felt. All he could make sense of was that he just fucked up the best thing that happened to him.
Two small feet landing on his dashboard drug Harry out of his reverie. All his senses on alert, he snapped his gaze in the direction of the intruder, his fist ready to beat their fucking face in until he seen those beautiful blue eyes. "Hia, Haz," voice high pitched, the girl smiled widely at him then giggled when she seen his clenched fist on the steering wheel. "Calm down, gummy bear, it's only me,"
His breathing faltering when she seen her once short hair now pulled into two long pigtails, he relaxed his hand and let a small smile fall onto his scarred lips. "You've changed," he murmurs, voice thick and raspy from his throat beginning to close off when he realized all this was real. That this was all really happening, and he couldn't turn back now because someone has seen him.
