feeling safe || zarry stylik

Day 148

"Ollie, I'm home! I've bought us some groceries and-" Harry stops mid-sentence when he hears a moan from their bedroom. That did not come from Ollie. Harry feels his breath catch in his throat, and he drops the bags of groceries onto the floor.

He's about to pound on the bedroom door and scream and cry, when he notices a massive pile of his stuff on the floor. All of his clothes, his shoes, and his belongings. "What's going on?! Ollie, open the door!"

He hears a groan from inside, and a short woman with dreadlocks opens the door, a pillowcase covering her crotch. She has a lazy grin on her face, and her eyes look glazed over. "Who the fuck is this fool?" She glances back inside the dim room at Ollie, who is laying on the bed with his arm resting behind his head.

"This is my piece of shit boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is Elise."

Harry doesn't even know what to say. He doesn't even know what to think. He has no way to process what's happening. He pushes past this random woman, and flicks on the lights. Ollie and this woman both groan and cover their eyes. "God, what the fuck are you doing, you dickhead?"

"With all due respect, shut up, Elise. No one asked you. Why are you even here-" Harry cuts himself off when he sees a razor blade, a dollar bill, and white dust on his night table. "What the fuck?! Are you seriously on coke right now? I can't fucking believe this!"

He rakes his hands through his hair, and squeezes his eyes shut. He can feel his heart pounding and its getting so loud, and everything is just getting so loud. He feels rage and anxiety and hurt bubble up inside him until it's at the surface, and he lets out a loud scream as he spins around and punches a hole in the drywall. The pain is sobering, and he looks down at his trembling, bloody knuckles in surprise. He's never been violent before. Not that he hurt anyone but himself, but still.

He turns around in utter shock, and avoids their wide eyes as he wipes the tears from his cheeks. "Jesus, you fucking freak. You're gonna pay for that wall! You're so fucking crazy-"

Harry can't listen to one more word. "This is your fault, you asshole! You're the crazy one, not me! How could you do this to me?! I loved you, Ollie! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Ollie's expression remains blank as he gets up off the bed and doesn't bother covering up as he stalks over to Harry. He grabs Harry's collar, and is about to push him against the wall, when Harry pushes him off. "No! I will not let you touch me or hurt me anymore! We're over." Harry is too blinded by his tears to notice either of their reactions, and he just runs out of the flat without grabbing any of his clothes from the floor.

He sprints down the hallway, past a child bouncing a ball off the wall, and down the stairs to the lobby, and out onto the street. The cool night air stops him in his tracks, and sobers him a bit. He leans over to catch his breath, and wipes his cheeks again. He straightens up, and runs a shaky hand through his hair. He can't believe he just did that. He can't believe he actually stood up to Ollie.

He needs to talk to Liam. Liam will know what to do. Right?