Detrimental

Episode 22

Important Note: Wattpad changed the rating to R but I don't know how to put it back to PG 13? (what is up with that this story has less sexual content than others rated PG 13 idgi) Oh well...there's nothing I can do I guess. First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone who's been reading. You all mean so much to me. Every comment/vote brightens my day and I really want to hug each one of you. Also, I've been planning on writing someone else's POV for the next chapters, please comment on whose POV you're most interested to read. (aside from Niall's because there will surely be chapters on Niall's POV) Thank you for spending time to read this note! (if you did lol)

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I watch Niall drive off in Harry's car and fade into the darkness.

I walk all the way back to Kennedy's house but out of embarrassment, I choose not to come in. Instead, I take off my heels and walk barefoot towards a small diner around a block away. I sit inside one of the booths at the end and order some fries and a sundae. My order arrives and I finish everything within fifteen minutes or less.

"Hey, I figured you'd be here." I hear the voice approach the booth.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." Harry says as he slides beside me. He is wearing a plain black sweater and he had a bandana wrapped around his head. "What the hell happened with Niall?"

"Nothing." I say as I drink some water. "I was just about to leave but go order something if you're hungry."

"Nah...I'm good, there was a lot of food at the party,"

"Aren't you and Louis hosting the party? You shouldn't have wasted your time looking for me I am totally fine, I swear."

"Rae, If it concerns you, it's not a waste of my time." he says as he looks at me. "I was really quite worried though."

"There's nothing to worry about." I smile. "As you can see, I am totally fine."

"You can't say the same for Niall...he's getting bloody drunk at the party right now and he kept shouting your name while sobbing." he laughs. "What the hell did you do to the poor Irish boy?"

"I don't even know." I answer him after a few seconds. "He's just...I don't get him sometimes, Harry. He's like one guy a second and another the next."

"That sounds like someone I know." Harry sighs.

"Louis?"

"He's been acting weird lately." he says as he takes out an orange container from his pocket. "I think he's taking pills...I found them at his gym bag."

"Harry?"

"What?"

"Those are probably prescription drugs." I say as I take the container from him. "And he's probably acting weird because you took them away from him."

"Why would...Louis...need...medication?"

I finally tell Harry what the doctor told me when I called the hospital pretending to be Louis' mum. I tell him about the doctor's suspicions of Louis' emotional stability. That Louis could be bipolar.  That Louis needed serious help. Harry just nods and doesn't say a word.

After I pay for what I had eaten, we head straight to his dorm. We are greeted by the Bradford Police Department and every word they said was in a code of a different frequency that I could not understand. I hold on to Harry as they pry him away from me. What troubled me most was not the fact that the police were arresting him but that Harry's last words were said as though he was guilty of their accusations.