Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

LOUIS' POV

I woke up the next morning slightly confused as to where I was. But immediately hearing Harry's snoring put me at ease. I haven't heard him sleep in what seems like forever. A bright line of light was shining through the side of Harry's window, illuminating the room. I stood up off of the floor and hissed at the pain running through my spine. I'm never sleeping on the floor again.

Harry was sprawled out on his childhood bed, his feet almost reaching the end. He was holding the side of the blanket over his face, probably to block out the light. The clock next to him read 10:32 and I decided he's had enough sleep.

"Get up." I instructed, hitting him on the shoulder. He rolled over, the side of his face that I hit yesterday being exposed. The flesh had turned a gross yellow color with some purple and green running through it. That's nasty.

"Wake the hell up!" I said louder, shaking his body.

His eyes slowly opened and he cringed at me. "What do you want?"

"First of all, don't talk to me like that. Second, it's ten thirty. Get up."

He rolled his eyes and covered his face with the blankets. "Give me another hour."

"Harry!" I yanked the covers off of him, "We can't lay in bed all day! We have shit to do."

With no answer, I decided I should ask him questions to keep him awake. "How's your face?"

"Why do you care?" He combed through his hair with his hands and placed both of his hands behind his head.

"I don't really, I'm just curious."

"Stop being curious."

I clenched my fists and walked out of the room. I'm just going to end up punching him again if I stay there any longer. But it honestly did feel good to let out all my anger out on his face. As bad as it seems, I actually loved hitting Harry yesterday. It made me feel so alive- so in control. Of course i'm probably never going to punch anyone ever again, I just enjoyed doing it. He deserved it. But what if I hadn't gone after him and stopped him from finding James? What would have Harry done? If he put someone in a coma just for calling him a faggot, I dont even want to think about what he would have done to someone who hurt his sister.

"Get the fuck up!" I screamed to him before walking out to the living room.

Anne and Gemma were sitting on the couch watching some soap opera and I went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea.

"Goddamn, Harry," I mumbled to myself as I placed the mug on the counter. I'm still so upset at him.

I filled the cup with hot water and placed the tea bag in it. Grabbing a spoon, I went to sit on the couch with the girls.

"What are you guys watching?" I asked, holding the hot mug in my hands.

"I have no idea," Gemma laughed as she picked up the remote.

"What's up with you and Harry?" Anne asked me, concern in her voice.

I took a deep breath and placed my tea on the table in front of me. "We're just fighting at the moment. Nothing unusual."

"I heard you yelling this morning. Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"

I nodded my head and gave her a small smile. "Yeah, we're fine. We'll sort things out. Thanks for trying."

About an hour later, Harry came down the stairs in nothing but his boxers.

Anne gasped. "Harry! What happened to your face?"