i refuse to sink.

sequel chapter four

Chapter 4

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cold wall behind me. I opened one eye when someone stepped out. Niall slid down next to me.

"You know he still cares about you." Niall whispered.

"No he doesn't, he won't even talk to me." I sighed.

"He is confused Morgan, what would you do if you were in his position?"

"Not hook up with someone right in front of him." I muttered.

"That's just one of his ways to get over you." Niall whispered.

"Oh, he is over me alright."

Niall sighed and shook his head, "He's not."

"He should be, I left him without a single word."

"I think deep down, he knew it was best." Niall said. "He just wanted you to be happy, and if running away made you happy, then he wouldn't fight it."

"Did he ever look for me?" I asked shyly.

"All the time." He whispered, "Not at first, but when things got bad I think he realized that you were a big part of his life. He would look for you everywhere."

"Niall, what happened to Harry?" I asked seriously.

"It wasn't pretty Morgan, I don't think he would want me to tell you." Niall sighed.

"Why does everyone tell me that, is it that bad that I can't know?" I asked harshly.

"Morgan, it was hard on all of us. We almost broke up because of Harry, so yeah its bad."

"I'll just ask him myself then." I said standing up.

"Morgan! No, not in front of everyone. I think it is best if you two talk privately." Niall warned. I sighed and nodded.

"Well how is that going to happen? He can't even look me in the eyes for more than three seconds." I snapped. I tugged out of Niall's grasp and opened the door. Harry and the girl were giggling and talking.

"What happened to you Harry?" I raised my voice approaching him. His eyes widened, when he realized what I was talking about, and he looked at me.

"Did you tell her?" He looked at his band mates harshly.

"No Harry, that's why she is asking you." Zayn said calmly. He looked at me then at the girl.

"Can we talk later? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He said harshly.

"No Harry, because you won't talk to me. You will just keep coming up with excuses as to why you don't want to talk to me." I spat.

"It's because I have nothing to say to you." He yelled. The girl on his lap flinched and slid off his lap after giving him a kiss. I watched as she walked out of the room, I noticed everyone else was gone.

"You want to know what happened to me Morgan?" Harry said harshly standing up. I coward away and nodded. "My life was hell, no it was worse then hell." He spat.

He walked closer and closer. I backed up to the wall.

"Harry, just tell me." I whispered. I put my hand on his chest, "What happened."

He sighed, "I was a drug addict, sex addict, alcoholic. You name it that was me." He finally replied. I covered my mouth and gasped. "Now you know, now you know how fucked up I am. Happy?" He raised his voice.

"Are you better now?" I asked. His face softened.

"Yeah, I was put into rehab for eight months. The band went on a year long break, we almost broke up." Harry whispered. "I went out every night, came home with a girl every night. But I never remembered."