Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

HARRY'S POV

This can't be happening. "You didn't." I hiss.

My head spun and so many questions came to mind. How long has he been planning this? Am I really that horrendous to be around?

"I did." He stated flatly.

My tongue swipped over my teeth and let out an exasperated sigh. "Too bad you guys are nothing without me."

"What?"

"Face it, Louis. Without me, One Direction is going to end so fucking fast," I laughed, "You guys will be nothing."

"You aren't the only one in One Direction. Stop making yourself sound so superior to us."

I chuckled. He's so clueless.

"Whose name pops up in your head when you think of One Direction? Who's the first one that you think of? Me, Louis! Think of what you're doing."

He rolled his eyes. "You're obnoxious. Not everything is about you!"

I shoved my hands in my pockets. He just wants to see me get upset and cry. He's not going to win.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, hoping he would say no. He can't leave me. I honestly don't know what I would do without him. I know I may be hard to handle and cooperate with sometimes, but I cant be that bad. Without Louis, I'll be gone by next week. That's a promise.

"Positive." Louis answered, his voice cracking. "Call me when you have your shit together."

He walked inside, leaving me standing alone. What just happened?

I couldn't move and I couldn't talk. I didn't just lose my boyfriend, I also just lost my job. Why do I always fuck up so bad? What am I doing?

I ran my hand over the scar on my side, my fingers carefully feeling over every letter. I soon felt tears sting my eyes , digging my fingernails into the healing skin to stop them from falling. I won't let him see me hurting. Why would he care anyway? I moved my hand up my chest and onto the bandages on my chest. These ones are new, I just did them the day before yesterday. Blood was soaking through the large tan bandaid, slightly wetting my fingers as I felt it. I just want to tear these bandages off and rip the skin off my chest. I deserve to be in pain. I want to die in the most excruciating way possible.

I ran inside and up to my room. I have an idea. Digging through every drawer in my room, I finally found an old notebook I've barely used. Louis was out in the living room, most likely saying goodbye. I need to make sure he stays here until I can finish this.

"Louis?" I quietly called to him from the other side of the room.

He turned around and faced me, an annoyed expression on his face. "What?"

"Stay until 5, okay?"

"No, I'm leaving now."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It's 3.

"Please. I'm begging you."

"Why do you want me to stay?"

I shook my head. "Just trust me."

He took a while to respond, his eyes searching the floor. "Fine," he sighed, "four thirty."

I went back into the room and locked the door. I don't want him coming in here just yet.

I found a pencil and opened the notebook to a clean page. I sighed. This is going to be difficult.

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