Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

HARRY'S POV

No wonder why Niall hates me so much! Fuck, why am I stupid? Out of all the people in the world, why did it have to be one of Niall's family members?

"Niall, I- I'm so sorry-"

"Save it," Niall whispered, cutting me off. I can tell he's over this whole situation just as much as I am. I just really hopes he knows how sorry I am.

"Does your whole family know?"

"That it was you?" Niall asked, "No. I'm not that big of an asshole."

"Some people would beg to differ," I laughed.

"Shut up. Just be happy I didn't rat you out. My family would be all over you right now if I did. They haven't stopped crying over Hunter for days."

What? He never told me that! "Niall, that's a big deal! You have no idea how sorry I am!"

"I know, Harry. I was only mad because I thought for sure you knew it was my cousin and you didn't give a shit about me or my family."

"You know that's not true."

"I do now. And, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you didn't kills yourself."

-

I went to sit back on the couch next to Louis and he gave me a reassuring smile. "So? What happened?"

"Hunter was Niall's cousin."

"What?" Louis yelled, getting up off the couch, "Harry, how could you?"

"Louis, please calm down. You really think I knew that? I had no idea until just now!"

Louis stood there thinking for a moment, his hands slightly shaking. "Niall must hate you so much,"

"I thought so too," I told him, "but he's over it and so am I. I think we're going to become friends again."

"That's impossible. We're talking about Niall for God's sake."

"He told me that he's happy I didn't commit suicide."

"What?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "the person who wanted me to die the most is happy that I didn't."

Louis shook his head and took a seat next to me again. "Niall is fucking stupid for ever saying those things to you in the first place. He knows how sensitive you are."

"Sensitive?" I laughed, "Please, Louis. I'm a man!"

"Okay, Mr. I'm Gonna Kill Myself Over One Little Irrelevant Thing Niall Said To Me,"

I knitted my eyebrows together stared at him in confusion. Are you fucking kidding me right now? Did my own boyfriend really just say that to me?

"Hi, my names Harry and i'm gonna go kill myself because Niall was being mean to me," Louis continued, mocking my voice. "Oh look at me, cutting words into my side,"

"Shut the fuck up," I hissed at him. I had an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face but I knew that wouldn't be solving anything. I can't just punch the love of my life. Looking at my broken nose, Louis obviously thinks differently than me.

"Oh come on, Harry. You know it's true."

"Really, Louis? Are you serious right now? Do you really think Niall was the reason that I wanted to die so bad? You really think that his stupid attitude towards me made me like this? Fuck, you're just as arrogant and stupid as him! Get away from me."

"Harry, I didn't mean-"

"Don't say my fucking name. I don't want to see your face anymore. Get away from my before I kill you," I threatened and I was serious. He has no fucking idea what I was going through. All the pain and suffering that I felt wasn't something to joke about. And suddenly, all those feelings are coming back.

Louis didn't move, his eyes never leaving mine. I could tell he was searching for the right thing to say to me but he never found it. He just stared at me like an idiot.

"Get away from me before I hurt you!" I screamed, pushing him away from me. "You have no idea how much pain I was in, you selfish prick! It wasn't because of Niall, it was because of my brain and the demons inside of me! Niall only confirmed my questions! And you know what? Those demons haven't gone away. You thought I was getting better?" I scoffed, "I'm going to be gone soon and you're going to be the only one to blame. You're going to miss me so much when i'm gone,"

I ran up to my room and closed the door. I fumbled with the door knob to lock it, but Louis took the lock off the door. Fucking great.

I grabbed my wooden desk chair and placed the top under the handle so Louis couldn't open the door. What an absolute idiot.

It's been four days since I made my plan to kill myself in a week.

'just three more days, Harry,' I reminded myself, 'just three more days,'

I ripped my shirt off and picked up a broken piece of glass of my floor. Nobody has cleaned this mess up yet.

I observed my chest in the reflection, my infected wounds getting way worse. They hurt like a bitch, but I can't go to the hospital to get it checked out. I just can't. If I don't get enough courage to finally kill myself soon, I'm hoping these will do the job. The skin around the cuts have turned a greenish black color, yellowish white pus escaping the red flesh from inside it. It was swollen like crazy, but I couldn't help but smile. Should I just wait for these to kill me? It might take longer and Louis might find out about it and force me to get treatment, so it might work after all. Why does he always have to get involved with everything I do? Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone?

Three knocks hit my door and I dropped the piece of glass.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't think you would get mad,"

"Didn't think I would get mad?" I screamed, walking over to the door. "You made fun of me for wanting to die, you asshole! You're worse than Niall! I should have known better than to come down here again. I'm better off without you!"

I pounded my fist on the door and I heard Louis let out a loud gasp.

It was silent for a moment before Louis finally spoke.

"Then leave. And when you do, don't come back."