Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Twenty-Four: Consequences

Harry's Point of View

The sun peeked through the window. I groaned as I rolled, realizing my body was registering the natural wake up call. I wasn't ready to get up from my little slice of heaven. I wanted to stay in bed and snuggle Chrissy all morning. This time, I wasn't ever letting go of her. Reaching behind me,  my hand was greeted with empty bed sheets. What?

I turned over and rubbed my eyes. This couldn't be right. It was empty. Sitting up, I saw her suitcase that had previously been thrown off the floor missing and only a few t-shits were left in it's place. A tightness formed in my chest as the puzzle pieces came together. 

She's... gone? She actually left?

My feet hit the floor as I ran to the bathroom, throwing the door open and hoping to see her behind the closed door. Maybe she was just showering and would yell at me to get out-Nothing. Throwing on my boxers, I quickly left her room and ran into the hallway. Was she on the couch? Stumbling over my feet, I gripped the ends of the couch. The boys were at the table chatting over tea and coffee. The moment they saw me their conversation ceasing immediately.

"Harry?" Louis was cautious, rising in his chair and setting his tea down. He looked like a lion tamer with his arm up, watching me intensely.

I must have looked like a mad man; messy curls pointing every which way, wide eyes, and jaw dropped. I felt like a mad man. This couldn't be happening. She didn't actually leave... not after everything last night. Her eyes said everything last night. Behind all the pain and anger; there was love. A burning desire underneath the layers of hate I created. She loved me and she didn't have to say it. I fucking knew it. I would bet my life on it. 

I was spinning, looking between all of them and their sullen faces. I was twisting to look back behind like any moment she would step out into the hall and I could engulf her in the tightest hug. A hand gripped my shoulder and I snarled, yelling profanities as I reared back. Louis's eyes full of concern as I continued to yell out. I stepped back, pushing him away and reaching up to yank on my curls.

"No!" I repeated. "This can't be happening." My chest was tight and every breath squeezed even tighter. 

Zayn stood up from the table but didn't dare to move a step closer. "She's gone mate." I continued to scream over him; rage and denial hitting me like a two year old with a violent tantrum. "I saw her leave this morning."

"Excuse me?" Niall's eyes widened at my thunderous voice. Louis stepped close to me again as I lunged for Zayn. Motherfucker will watch his mouth-

"Woah, Harry," Liam quickly threw his body in front of Zayn to make space between us. I was pushing on Louis but he tried to bump me back. Louis was trying to talk under us, telling me to relax but I only narrowed my eyes at Zayn. I will fucking murder Zayn. 

"Why the fuck didn't you come wake me up? You let her fucking go?" I didn't care if I woke up the whole fucking hotel with how loud I was yelling. Zayn's lips twisted as he forced himself to bite his tongue. He rolled his eyes and looked away, shaking his head.

"Fucking say it, mate." I stepped to the side but Louis was fast. He wasn't letting me get past him. Zayn stopped shaking his head and looked at me.

"You treated her like shit, man."

"Where the fuck is this coming from?"

"I've been quiet enough. You can't just treat her like shit and expect all that pain to go away. The shit you keep pulling..." He trailed off with a dry laugh. "Did you ever even fully apologize to her?" Zayn crossed his arms behind Liam. What the actual hell? Since when does he understand me and Christina?