Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

LOUIS' POV

Harry ran through the kitchen, knocking everything off the counters with one long swing. He was panting, small beads of sweat dripping off his forehead. Long lines of insults left his mouth, loud bangs being heard from all over the kitchen. I sat on the couch with my head in my hands as I listened to all of this happen. I wasn't going to stop him- I couldn't.

"Fuck you, Niall!" He yelled as more loud bangs came from the kitchen. He must have hit something again.

I shouldn't have told him what Niall said, I knew it would make him angry. I just thought he would control his anger better when he was around me, but I guess I was wrong. He's crying, and I can't exactly go in there to comfort him. He won't let me touch him.

"I hate him so much!" Harry sobbed from the other room.

What is he talking about? He loves Niall! Everyone loves Niall. Harry's always the first one to protect Niall from anything dangerous. Harry's always telling me how adorable and sweet Niall is. He can go on and on for hours about Niall. He's just so loveable.

Another glass broke and that was enough for me. He can't just break everything we own when he's angry. He's being obnoxious and I won't deal with it any longer. Niall's just angry at Harry for what he did; he didn't mean anything he said. At least I hope he didn't.

I jumped up off the couch and ran to the kitchen to stop him. I'm going to give this a shot.

"Harry! Stop it right now!" I screamed at him as I turned the corner into the room. Harry was laying his head in his arms on the counter, his leg kicking the cabinet underneath.

He completely ignored me and kicked the wooden cabinet harder. I shook my head and clenched my fists. I'm so done with him and his shit.

"You're crazy! Absolutely insane!" I yelled as I made my way closer to him, glass crunching underneath each step beneath my shoes.

As I was about to push his shoulder to get his attention, his head shot up and his eyes met mine. His eyes were completely bloodshot, dark blue bags underneath them. My hat he had on earlier was on the ground underneath a blanket of shattered glass, red liquid on it. What? Is that blood?

"You think I don't know that?" He laughed, a fake smile taking over his rough features, "I know i'm crazy, what's your excuse?"

What? "Excuse me?"

He laughed again, this time an annoyed expression was taking over his face. "Oh come on, Louis! Are you really that stupid? You've changed just as much as I have. Your eyes used to sparkle when you saw me. That sparkle? It's long gone. You can't even look at me anymore without cringing. I'm not the only one that's different; a year ago you would have never yelled at me like you just did. You wouldn't have given me a second chance, and you sure as hell wouldn't have taken me back again. You hate me and I think I hate you too. I hate everyone, actually. Why Louis? Why do you still want to date me? I think you're fucking crazy. I'm a mess," He painfully laughed, "an absolute fucking mess."

Tears stung at my eyes as soon as he said he hated me. It hurt more than getting shot. I was so taken back by what he said; I couldn't form a coherent word. What has happened to my life?

"You hate me?" I finally choked out, letting the tears flow.

"I hate you for loving me."

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Zayn walked through the front door minutes later and yelled my name, searching for me. Harry has locked himself in the bathroom and I refuse to go near him. We were doing so well until he lashed out like that. Why must we take so many steps forwards and even more backwards? I just want everything to be back to how it used to be. I want to cuddle with Harry on the couch without worrying if he's going to get mad. I want to be able to laugh again, and I want to laugh with him even more. I miss the real Harry I used to know. I can't even speak to him anymore without being scared to say the wrong thing.