Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter twenty-six

And just like that, my world collapsed. My mind went blank and my body went numb. I couldn't feel a single thing. I knew I was standing, but had no idea my legs were still counting on me. So when I crashed down, I wasn't surprised. I was nothing. I saw blur. I heard a beep. I felt... coldness. I tasted bitterness. I faintly saw Liam and Zayn standing up and Louis sitting beside me, but I didn't register it whatsoever. I just knew it happened. I wanted to close my eyes. They felt so heavy. I wanted to scream, but my voice had a mind of it's own. I wanted to punch something. But my arms were limp. I was so tired. I felt burning in my chest, like my heart wanted to break through my ribs, and die on the ground I was sitting on. My lungs didn't provide me enough air, and maybe that was the burning, too. I felt like all the blood drained out of my face and I felt like my brain had giving up on me and my body. But most of all, I felt like nothing at all.

Without him, I was nothing. I saw white, I saw black. I saw his ocean coloured eyes. I saw his smile. I saw his lips. But really, I saw his absence.

He left me.

He left me.

He left me.

Niall wasn't missing. He left me. He left Zayn. He just... left. Why did he leave me? I was a burden. I was a pain. I was his hold back. He was better off without me, anyway. He would be safe. At least, I hoped he would be safe.
He left me.

My brain started to work again, but only to think. I could still make out three figures, and it seemed like they carried me upstairs, but I wasn't sure.

He fucking left me! He. Left. Me.

Suddenly, my mind was jerking and shaking and trashing and my arms were slamming the air and against Zayn's chest and my legs were kicking against the stairs and Liam's stomach. I couldn't help it. My face had no emotion, but my body was acting like a fish on land.

Liam's pov

Harry was kicking me in the sins and trashing like he was having a spasm attack. His face was still blank and that's what scared me. It seemed like he had no idea what he was doing. Even though his face was as blank as Paris Hilton's mind, his eyes held the most painful emotions I had ever seen.
Fear, dissapointment, pain, hurt, sadness, but most of all, confusedness. I always knew Harry still liked Niall, but I guess I never knew how much. It seemed like he loved him. Because of this, I grew more curious what had happened that particular day when they talked. Harry wouldn't tell us a thing, but I guess he wasn't hurt enough to stop loving him. Maybe he wasn't even hurt at all.

"He's in shock!" Zayn yelled at me. Even though Harry wasn't saying anything, the trashing was making much noise.

"No shit!" Louis screamed, rolling his eyes. Even if Harry was a mess, he managed to be a sassy bitch.

"No, I mean, the medical term!" My boyfriend shouted at him. This made me look up. How did Zayn knew medical terms? It didn't matter. We were almost at Zayn's room, and I wanted to walk in, but Zayn stopped me.

"Maybe we should put him in Niall's room?"

"Are you insane? It would make him freak out even more!" I spoke loudly. He hesitantly nodded and I opened the door with much effort and my elbow. I kicked it open with my foot and laid Harry in Zayn's bed. He was still trashing and the things from Zayn's nightstand were soon on the floor.

"You two stay with him, I'm gonna call an ambulance!" And Zayn was gone.

"An ambulance?!"

I shrugged and tried to calm Harry. I tried to grab his legs and Louis was trying to get a hold of his arms, but instead we got some kicks and slams. It hurt to see Harry like this. I guess I was like this too when he left me. All though I wasn't in shock, like Harry was now. I stood up from the bed, Harry was hurting me. I looked at Louis, who desperately tried to calm Harry, but it was no use.