Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Harry flashed me a weak smile as I leaned my back against the seat behind me, my head resting on it. I stared up at the roof of the car as tears welled up in my eyes after what seems like the millionth time this week. All I do is cry anymore. Why does Harry do these things if he knows it's only going to hurt me and make me even more mad at him? What could have possibly made him cut that into his side? Oh yeah, me.

"I'm sorry," He stuttered, his words barely audible, "Don't hate me, please,"

"Just give me a minute," I muttered before the tears spilled down my cheeks. I can't believe he would ever hurt himself like that. My hands came up to cover my face so he didn't have to see me cry over him. So many thoughts ran through my mind and I instantly started to blame myself for this. I could have stopped him. I could have went and checked on him in the bathroom earlier. I could have just stopped talking to Chloe and I could have comforted him instead of yelling at him. This is all my fault.

"Don't cry Lou," Harry said, his voice broken and fragile.

His hand ran down my shoulder and stopped at my elbow, pulling me closer to him.

"I'm going to hurt you, I can't lay on you," I stopped him and tried my best to stop crying.

"No," He swallowed, "You could never hurt me,"

I shook my head at his statement, my eyebrows coming together. "That's further than the truth, Harry! I'm the reason you're like this! I've put you through hell and back, and I didn't even realize it. You're in so much pain emotionally and I didn't even care. I could have just stopped talking to Chloe and I should have asked you how you were. I'm the one who called you insane and I wasn't there for you when you needed me most. I'm so fucking selfish, Harry, I'm just so sorry-"

I was cut off when Harry pressed his lips to mine. He brought his hand up to my cheeks and wiped my tears away with his thumb. His finger was so cold against my warm skin and I found myself getting chills down my spine. This is seemingly happening every time he touches me anymore. He kept the kiss slow and gentle, not moving too much because of his wound. He bit my lip as I accidentally bumped his side with my elbow, trying to get on the seat more comfortably.

"Shit, sorry," I blurted as I pulled away from the kiss. I'm so stupid.

"No, it's my fault."

Before I could respond, my phone went off in my pocket. I have a good idea of who it is.

"Niall, we can't do the interview," I told him without even greeting him.

"Get your asses in here right now," He slurred angrily, "if we can do it, so can you,"

"Fuck you Niall, Harry and I are going home. I'm calling Maggie to come pick us up."

"Why? It can't be that hard for Harry just to come in here and be silent the whole time. I'll answer for him."

"He just can't, okay? We'll explain later."

"Tell me now!" His voice boomed through the speaker, making my ears ring. The phone sounded like it was being passed around and soon enough, Liam's voice spoke.

"Hey Louis, sorry about him, I don't know what made him so angry today. You guys sure you can't come in?"

"Yeah, definitely. I'm sorry,"

"Could you tell me what the problem is?"

"You know what the problem is," I lied. He only knows half of the full extent.

The line was silent for a minute then Liam sighed. "It's not the same without you guys,"

"I know, I'm really sorry. Harry and I just need some time."