Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

LOUIS' POV

The next morning, I rolled over in bed expecting to bump into a long, warm body. But I quickly remembered what Harry did to me and shook it off. I can't think of him anymore. It's only going to cause me more pain. I got out of bed and slipped on a shirt and pants, fixing my hair in the mirror. I don't want Harry seeing me bare anymore since we're not together. It would just be weird.

I wish yesterday wouldn't have happened, and Harry could have handled the situation maturely. He had no right to kiss a stranger right in front of me! What's gotten into him? I don't know what goes through his peanut sized brain sometimes.

I walked out of my room and looked over towards Harry's room. His door was closed and the light was off. Thank God. I made my way towards the living room, switching on the TV as I sat on the couch. I passed through multiple channels, but I stopped on one that caught my attention. The news.

"Yes, thank you Jim. Speaking of that, a sixteen year old boy was put into a coma in the London area around nine o'clock last night. A man was seen smashing the boys' head into a brick wall. These pictures were captured by a bystander from the incident," the voice on the TV spoke.

A picture of a man holding a boy against a brick wall was shown, the back of the man's body looking oddly familiar.

Another picture showed up, a curly haired man running away from the scene, a black sweat shirt being forcefully put on.

Oh my God, that's Harry!

I jumped up out of my seat and ran up the stairs. I bolted through Harry's bedroom door, flicking his light on.

"Harry! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He rolled over, a loud grunt escaping his lips.

"How could you?" I screamed as I walked over to his bed and ripped the covers off of him.

Tears fell from my eyes, my breathing becoming increasingly difficult.

"What?" Harry finally said, sitting up.

"You're a monster!"

I backed away from him as he got out of bed.

"Louis-" his hand reached out for me, "I can explain."

"Explain what, Harry? That you put an innocent boy into a fucking coma by slamming his head into a brick wall? That I'm suddenly afraid to even be in the same room as you? I'm scared of you, Harry!"

"Please, Louis, don't be scared, I didn't-"

"Didn't what?"

"I didn't know what I was doing!"

I scoffed and kicked the side of his bed. "Bullshit! You're not Harry. The Harry I know would never do that! I don't even know who you are anymore!"

Harry was crying, his chest moving up and down as he scrambled for words. His hair was a messy mop on top of his head, much like it was in the pictures.

"Me neither," he sobbed, taking one step closer to me, "I couldn't control myself! I was so jealous of Chloe and so pissed at myself when you broke up with me, I ran outside and sat down in the middle of the sidewalk because I didn't know what else to do! I'm so lost without you!"

"Don't you fucking dare bring me into this! I had no part of what you did to that boy! I don't even care if you get life in prison, you deserve it!"

Despite my attitude and my anger towards Harry, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him as his face fell while I spoke those last words. Of course I didn't mean them, but he needs to know the consequences for his actions.