Harry's POV
I wake up on an unfamiliar couch with a massive headache. Pushing myself up, I recognize the house I'm in as Liam's and sigh. Why the hell am I here? I should be at home with my girl, my poor broken girl. It's my fault, and I'm going to fix her, tomorrow.
Liam walks in, a scowl on his face, setting a glass of water next to me, along with a bottle of pills before leaving. I try to piece together what happened last night before I push myself off the couch and run towards the bathroom to vomit into the toilet. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and sit against the bathroom wall, not even a text message from her. She must be so worried and stressed since I didn't show up yet and it's already noon.
"Look, Liam, I gotta go." I shout and swallow the pills provided for me.
"Where?" He walks out of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed making me roll my eyes.
"Back home." I state as if its obvious.
"I don't think that's a good idea, don't you remember what happened last night?" He asks, me rolling my eyes.
"No-"
"Well think about it."
"Dammit Liam I don't have time for games!" I shout, throwing my coat on.
"You kissed another girl last night!" He shouts as I grab the door handle.
"No I didn't." I spin around and glare at him, he rolls his eyes before explaining everything to me, only making my plans more urgent.
I rush outside and slip on the ice before making it to my car and pulling out of the driveway, frantic. I'm such a dick.
*****
I rush up to our door and grab the handle and shake it, it's locked. Fuck. I knock, hearing movement inside but the door doesn't open. "Open the door, Pam!" I shout, not caring if I draw attention to myself. I don't get a response, the door doesn't open. Growing more irritated with her as the seconds tick by, my fists pound against the door. "Open the fucking door dammit!" I yell, its fucking cold out here, and I'm hoping she'll let me in so I can apologize. I can almost hear her mocking me in an annoying ass voice before rolling her eyes, and I know her well enough to know she's absolutely pissed.
I abruptly stop and take a few steps back before running full speed towards the door and hitting it with my shoulder, breaking it down, I'll buy another one. I find her on the couch, emotionless, with a cup of tea in one hand and her broken phone in the other. Her hair is still wet from a shower, she looks at me without moving her body and glares.
"Get the fuck out." She spits, keeping an emotionless expression on her flawless face. Her jaw is clenched and her eyes a dark blue, almost grey color, they're also narrowed.
"I'm sorry about last night." I kneel down in front of her but she stands up and walks away, I know her as a stubborn girl who doesn't need an apology, she needs reassurance. She doesn't want my pity, she's not like normal girls.
I follow her into the kitchen, she throws the tea packet in the trash. "Sorry doesn't cut it." She spits, turning on her heel to face me. "Dick."
"Babe, I didn't mean for any of that to happen."
"I trusted you, Harry." Her voice wavers but she recovers quickly. "I fucking trusted you!" She shouts, throwing the tea cup at the wall, something I've never seen her do. But, truth is, I don't even think this is an overreaction.
"I know baby, let me make it up to you."
"I don't think you can." She mumbles, trembling by now and looks away. "You could have fun, but not that much fun." She shouts.
"I didn't mean for-" she rolls her eyes before cutting me off.
"That's bullshit, Harry!" Tears gather in her dark eyes. "All those things you did to me, how you touched me, is exactly what you were doing to her! Am I just some game to you!" She shouts, and I know I won't be able to do this tomorrow. I love her, but I want her to be happy.
"You know what?" I ask her, suddenly glaring at her, my attitude completely changing to something much darker.
"What?" She spits, her tears drying up.
"You were just a fucking game to me." I lie. "Everything was a fucking lie, alright!" I shout, making sure she knows I hate her when I really don't. "You're so fucking annoying and clingy, you're such a fucking attention whore!" I yell.
"Uh huh." Tears gather in her eyes as she fights to keep them back, motioning for me to go on.
"I never fucking loved you, Pam! You're a fucking joke, and you're worthless to me." I yell, maybe going over the line as a tear slips down her cheek. I want to so desperately hug and kiss her, and tell her I'm lying to protect her, but I can't, because I'm protecting her.
"You're such a dick!" She screams, a sob emitting from her throat, she desperately tries to stop herself from fully crying.
I storm into the living room, over to the fire place where she has a warm fire going, and on a shelf above it are some of my favorite pictures of us. I take in a deep breath, feeling her presence behind me.
"What are you-" I cut her off by throwing our pictures into the fire.
"Harry!" She screams, attempting to tug me away from the pictures. "Please don't leave!" She begs, breaking my heart, but its for her. She'll be happier this way. "I'm sorry I'm sad, I'm sorry I'm clingy, I'm sorry my life is a mess, I'm sorry I'd rather sit alone than at a table full of people I hate, I'm sorry. But please, just don't leave!" She crushes me as I continue to throw our pictures into the fireplace, one by one they burn to ashes and nothingness as they create more smoke.
"Harry!" She cries, desperately pulling at my shirt.
I pick up our favorite picture, the one of the first day we met. It was warm that day, we met in the photo booth, where I kissed her and later learned that was her first kiss. She was dressed so lazily but trendy at the same time, god she was so beautiful. I never knew such a pretty face could hold so many secrets and horrors behind it.
"No, Harry." She cries as I throw it into the flames and stand up as she grabs it and rids it of the flames.
Pam's POV
Tears stream down my cheeks as I grab the partially burnt paper from the fireplace, nearly burning myself in the process. I clutch it against my chest, the smoke filling my lungs and causing me to pass out, its a smoky room, but I never knew it was a death trap.
*****
I wake up to blinding light and an annoying beeping sound, the things I've experienced too often. I look around, needles in my arm, an oxygen mask covering my mouth and my eyes burn.
I look to see only Austin sitting there, on the uncomfortable chair, with his arms crossed over his chest in a tired and lazy fashion and his head lowered, he's sleeping I think, but quickly looks up with sad and, tired eyes when he hears me shifting on the bed, and I feel bad for waking him. He's probably had a long night, obviously flying out from Florida to see me, and having to do it over night.
"Where's Harry?" I croak, my voice hoarse, but his eyes only grow sadder.
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