Madison's POV
"You wanna go out for breakfast?" Harry asks me the next morning. I was wearing some big t-shirt, it wasn't mine, so it was probably Harry's.
I shake my head , i was still mad, i didn't want to go out to eat. How can this guy keep me locked in a room the whole night, telling Louis to leave. I missed Louis, i wanted him here with me. "Then do you want homemade breakfast?" he goes over to the door unlocking it with a key.
"No, i don't want anything i want Louis i want to go home, i want to be set free." i hug a nearby pillow from the bed. "Most of all i want you out of me life, because all you've done so far is screw it up even more!" i burry my face into the pillow.
Harry sighs, and i hear a door close. I look up noticing he was gone, he simply just left. What a coward, a plain idiot. He didn't care what i thought or what i felt, he was a selfish jackass.
I lay back on the bed meditating on my life... not much to say. Everything has already been told, i was never going to live a normal life. I lay there for half an hour, sometimes walking around Harry's room. On his dresser there seemed to be many papers. Some were crumbled up and thrown in the trash. I pick one up from the counter reading it;
Keania 384-4326, what was this? I picked another after another reading them clearly one by one.
Nora 645-3945
Hanna 429-2445
Julie 209-1735
Andrea 387-4853
Kylie 493-5385
Jessica 333-4929
Why did Harry have so many phone numbers? Girl phone numbers.
I hear the doorknob shuffle and i run back to the bed casually. Soon Harry enters the room quite carried with things. He tries to manage two plates and 2 cups of juice, holding them tightly in one of his large hands. Lastly, he closes the door with his foot and comes over to the bed. I watch him as he takes a seat handing me one of the plates. The plate contained some blueberry pancakes and some scrambled eggs on the side.
"Eat up, you need to be healthy" i stare at my food. My throat closes up, and i feel my stomach flip. I cover my mouth running over to the toilet, once i'm there i vomit everything out of my system. I threw up more and more. I hear Harry run in after me watching me hovered over the toilet. I feel his warm hands grab my hair, holding it so it wouldn't get full of vomit.
"Awe, Madison!!" he scolds. I spit in the toilet thinking i was done with the feeling. "You should have just told me my food was nasty. You didn't have to make this big of a scene" he chuckles.
"It's from last night, i drank too much..." i sit back and Harry let's my hair go.
"I know i'm just messing with you" he flushes the toilet and helps me get up. "Hmm, breath in... breath out" i do as told feeling much better. I rinse my mouth, then brush my teeth with an extra toothbrush Harry had.
"I'm guessing your not much of a drinker?" he asks later when we sit back on the bed.
"Yeah, i never drink. I was just having such a good time last night i got a bit carried away" i look down to my cold food. I didn't feel in the mood of eating. "I'm not hungry"
"You have to eat, c'mon" he holds out a fork to me but i don't grab it.
"No i don't want anything. Don't you understand you took something away from me that i loved so much" he looks as his hands then to me.
"Madison i told you, he wasn't doing his job in protecting you"
"Well you weren't doing your job as well. Because from what i know, your my bodyguard but instead of being home your out doing i don't know what!" i yell "Harry, i heard you talking on the phone. you said i wouldn't find out... about what huh? That you were going to go out and be a man whore with every living skirt!"
"I was out doing business stuff, i was told not to tell you." he whispers. I stay quiet, oh, well this is awkward, i thought he was out hooking up with some girl.
"Oh.."
"It's alright now eat please honey, you need to get your strengths back."
A/N: Small chapter for a fill in. Okay please tell me what you think about Harry being such a fuckboy!! Like seriously he straight up lied to Maddie!!
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