Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Louis' POV

Before I could stop him, Harry wrapped his long fingers around Niall's throat.

"I would love to watch you try," Harry hissed, slamming Niall's back against the door. Niall tried gasping for air, but Harry's grip only tightened. "You're such a pathetic little bitch! Nobody likes you, Niall. Why do you still try? I could kill you right now and not a single person will care."

Niall tried to yank Harry's hands off of him, but he couldn't. Harry was way stronger.

"In fact, I think I will kill you." Harry laughed, "I seem to be pretty good at it."

Niall's face is slowly losing color and he's trying to speak, but can't. Why am I not helping him? An even better question is; why do I not seem to care? I stood where I was, not moving where I was, and not really wanting to. He would never actually kill Niall, would he? I'd rather not get involved.

"What the hell?" Harry yelled, throwing Niall to the ground, "That asshole bit me! Who the fuck bites people?"

Niall coughed, trying to catch his breath. "I have a goddamn name."

"Shut up." Harry instructed, kicking Niall in the stomach. Niall grunted, his hands covering his stomach. He gagged, then began coughing up blood.

"Weak bitch," Harry spit, "Tell someone to kill themselves one more time and I'll make sure you're the one that dies. I wont let go of your neck next time."

"You wouldn't dare," Niall groaned.

"Dont fucking test me. You've put me through hell and back, you deserve to die!"

"Hell and back? Yeah right."

"You caused these, you cunt." Harry pulled down the top of his shirt, exposing two deep slashes. I already know he had these, but I haven't seen them since he first did it. The skin around them was red and swollen, parts of the surrounding skin a dark purple color. What the hell? Is it infected?

Niall had a smirk plastered on his face."Good, you deserve the pain. I'm glad you've at least tried to kill yourself already."

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and gripped Niall's shirt, forcing him up off the ground. Niall stumbled up, his breathing still slowed. He had blood in his teeth, evident when he hissed in pain. Harry tangled his hand into Niall's blonde hair and spun him around. Placing one hand on the wall for support, Harry slammed Niall's face onto the wall. He stepped back and watched Niall's limp body fall to the floor.

"Harry!" I screamed, finally able to talk.

"Calm down, I didn't kill him."

"How the fuck do you know?"

"I just didn't, okay?

I sighed. "Well, what do we do now?"

"I say lock him in a closet and leave." Harry suggested, a smile on his lips.

I nudged Niall's arm and kneeled down next to him on the floor. "He looks pretty dead to me."

"He's not. You really think I would do that? Is that what you think of me?"

"Well, considering that he's told you to kill yourself multiple times, I'm assuming you would want him dead."

Harry shrugged. "You're not wrong. I wish I could kill him without the label of being a murderer."

"Really, Harry? He's Niall, for God's sake! How bad do you really want him dead? You guys love each other."

"Loved," He corrected me, "I want him to die just as bad as he wants me to."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm over this conversation. Help me carry Niall up to my bed."

"What? Why?"

"Why not? He can stay there until he wakes up."

"I'm not touching him. Have fun doing it yourself."

"Fuck you." I told him, putting my middle finger in the air. A smirk took over his lips as he made his way back to the couch, leaving me alone with an unconscious Niall.

I wrapped my hands under Niall's upper arms and lifted his chest up, so I can pull him up the stairs. I got up two steps and roughly dropped his body. He's way too fucking heavy. I took a deep breath and continued to pull him up, but dropped him again when I almost fell down. Why can't Harry just help me?

"Damn it, Harry! Come fucking help me!" I screamed to Harry, slightly out of breath. "Niall's way too heavy!"

"Why you gotta be so weak?" Harry laughed, getting up off the couch. "I just sat down."

"You're the one who did this to him, so you're going to be the one to carry him up. I'm done cleaning up all your messes."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I didn't come all the way down here to get a lecture."

I let him finish dragging Niall up the stairs and into my room before I said anything. I didn't want to make Harry mad.

"So," I began as he threw Niall onto my bed, "Why exactly did you come all the way down here?"

Harry sat on my bed next to Niall and ran his hand through his hair.

"Because Niall was here and he shouldn't be."

"He's part of the fucking band, Harry! He's gonna be around, it doesn't matter if you like it or not."

"I'm no longer part of One Direction, remember?" Harry hissed, "Niall needs to stay away from you and our house."

"I understand that what he said to you was wrong, but I have to go on tour with him soon. I can't ignore him."

"You kicked me out of the mother fucking band for saying one little thing to my mum, but Niall can physically tell me to kill myself and you're best friends with him now? He threatened to kill me if I don't do it myself! Louis, are you kidding me right now?"

"Well what do you want me to do? Kick everyone out? Why don't we just break up?" I screamed, "What's the fun of being in a band when we can't even get along?"

Harry shook his head, "Please calm down, Louis. There's no need for One Direction to end."

I grunted and began walking out of the room. "Tell me when Niall wakes up, I'm going to take a nap."

-

I woke up to someone humming in my ear, small puffs of air gently hitting my skin. My eyes slowly opened and I became aware of the arm slung over my body. A kiss was placed on my jaw, the humming stopping. I rolled over and looked at the curly haired boy laying next to me. His green eyes were focused on mine, a dimpled smile covering his face.

"Keep going," I mumbled, cuddling into his chest.

"What?"

"Humming," I yawned, "keep humming."

"Before I do that," Harry placed another kiss to the top of my head, "Niall woke up. You wanted me to tell you when he did."

"Good. Now hum."

Harry laughed, his deep voice sending chills down my spine. "I didn't come in here to sing to you, babe."

"Then leave," I joked. I just want to sleep.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," He told me, pressing another kiss to my nose.

"What's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you being so cuddly right now?"

"What? I can't kiss my boyfriend?"

"Of course you can," I laughed, "you're just acting like-"

"Like what?" He interrupted me.

"Like the old Harry- how you used to be."