Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8

HARRY'S POV

I busted through the front door, my sobs uncontrollable. I was sweating so much, it completely soaked my body. It honestly felt like I just stepped out of the shower. My whole body was shaking, my feet barely able to hold me up. I slammed the door behind me, and pressed my back up to it. Before I could stop myself, I was closing all the curtains in the house, leaving me in complete darkness. I ran into my bedroom and locked myself in. What was going to happen if they figured out it was me? Plenty years in jail, I'm assuming. I can't go to jail! What about the tour coming up next year? Why do I always ruin everything? Why is it always me?

I slid my back down my closet door and sat there crying for what seemed like hours. Why did I just snap like that? I would never hurt a fly! What if I killed him? I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

I slapped my hands against my face multiple times, punishing myself for my stupidity.

"Fuck you!" I screamed as I heard my phone go off in my pocket. I dug it out and Liam's number appeared on the screen. I'm not answering it. They probably know it's me and they're calling to scream at me. They're never going to forgive me for this! What if they get scared around me and start avoiding me? I would never hurt them!

Liam is calling again. Without thinking, I chucked my phone across the room and cringed as I heard it hit the back wall. The ringing stopped immediately.

Great, I killed a man and now I have no phone. But my phone is honestly the least of my worries right now.

I need to leave.

I stopped my crying and opened the closet to grab my suitcase. I stuffed whatever I could find into it, trying my best to avoid taking Louis' clothes. I don't need to be reminded of him constantly.

Before I could zip it up, the front door opened.

No!

I wiped my face off with my shirt and tried my hardest to compose myself before stuffing my full suitcase under my bed. I'll have to wait until they go to sleep.

But do they know it was me?

"Harry!" Liam's voice called to me from downstairs.

Don't answer it, Harry.

I continued making myself look as normal as possible, but I then noticed the blood on my shirt and my knuckles.

Fuck!

I stripped out of my current clothes and put on some old pajamas I haven't worn in years. They were the only thing I could find. The pants didn't fit right, uncomfortably squeezing my butt. They'll work for now.

"Harry, are you home?" Nicole called from in the hallway.