The Girl in the Mirror (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Harry's POV

The dressing room door closes behind me, all eyes are immediately on me. I feel like I've been thrown into a lions den as silence fills the room. All conversations stop, not a word even muttered. I don't want to be here, nobody wants me here either. I should just fuck off, leave and not come back. What wishful thinking!

I feel like shit, I know I look even worse. I'm hungover, unsurprisingly! I can't remember the last time I woke up without feeling worse for wear.

I got up late, mainly due to the fact that I didn't wanna come here. Literally, I got up and shoved on some sunglasses to cover up my red bloodshot eyes. I didn't bother brushing my greasy hair, hiding it beneath a hat. I left on the same clothes I've worn all week. They're dirty, creased, but I don't care. Then I came here, I've made no effort at all. Honestly, I don't give a fuck that I look like a tramp. I don't give a fuck about anything anymore.

Nobody greets me, nor I them. I just sit down on the sofa beside Liam, which is the only seat left. Within seconds Liam is on his feet, making my eyes water with tears. Fuck! I'm in pain, heartbreaking pain and nobody cares. They just all want to kick me, kick me further down.

Liam steps away from me, eyes open widely as he holds his hand to his nose, like I'm capable of spreading some kinda deadly disease.

"You stink!" he declares.

He doesn't care that everyone can hear, he doesn't care that he's bringing unwanted attention to me and I don't care if I do smell. I don't care how disgusting I am, I know I'm filth.

I don't respond, ignoring him as I pull a small bottle of vodka from my pocket. I ignore everyone's alarmed stares as I open the bottle and start drowning myself in the clear liquid. This'll help, it'll help me escape reality.

"What the hell are you doing?" Paul asks.

He rushes over to me angrily, within seconds he snatches the reliant bottle from my grasp. I don't fight him, I don't argue. I just yawn, stretching loudly. I don't care and soon he'll realise that.

"You smell like a brewery!" Paul states "Look at the state of you!"

His loud bellowing voice hurts my head. I can't listen to him, I can't listen to his big fucking mouth and shitty put downs.

I get up, saying nothing and I go into the bathroom, which is attached to the dressing room. I lock and close the door behind me, falling to the floor. I can't stop myself as I cry silently, staring up at the ceiling and my hands held against my chest. Please someone take this pain away!

I can hear Paul shouting at the others, blaming them for my demise. It isn't their fault though, only mine. I'm to blame for everything. All I'm gonna do is hide away in here for as long as I can.

Zayn's POV

Paul stares us down, shooting us all an angry stare one by one. We're gonna get blamed for this. We're gonna take the blame for Harry's irrational and barbaric behaviour! And why? Because he's showed up here in a sorry state! All of a sudden we've got to feel sorry for him?! Bull shit! I don't feel sorry for him, not at all.

"Why've none of you been there for him!? He's clearly needed support from you!" Paul snaps.

Why the fuck is he our responsibility? He's a grown man! Or better yet why hasn't Paul been there for him? He's more his responsibility than ours!

"Where've you been?" I ask angrily "Why've you not been there for him?"

I'm not taking this shit! I'm not taking the blame for a grown man who knows better than to get fucked up the night before an early start.