Brother Problems 2

Chapter Fourteen

HAILEY POV

I sat on the bed with Harry who was slowly falling asleep. I saw this as my oppertunity to do what I had planned. When I was positive that Harry was deep in sleep, I would lock myself away in the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes had passed and I looked over at Harry. His eyes were shut, his breathing slow and steady. He was asleep. I got up slowly, being careful not to rock the bed too much and wake him up. I opened the mini fridge and searched for alcohol of my desire. Juice, wine, tequila, but no vodka. I settled for the small bottle of wine and tequila. I looked over at the small table next to the mini fridge and saw more bottles of liquid. Ones that did not need to be refrigeorated. I found a medium sized bottle of Jack Daniels and smiled. I took the bottles quietly and locked the bathroom door.

I have drank before. I've tried many different concoctions and drinks. But never once have I ever gotten drunk. I've been buzzed, I've been tipsy, but not drunk. Right now, I made it my goal to get passed tipsy.

I downed the tiny bottle of wine and let it settle. I then drank half the bottle of tequila, which was significantly bigger than the bottle of wine, but still not too big. I drank about a quarter of the Jack Daniels and waited for the intoxication to take effect. I must have drank enough in a good amount of time because about ten minutes later, I felt my head buzzing. I drank the rest of the tequila and saved the Jack Daniels, wanting to savor it. It be nice to have something enjoyable while I did this. I took the blade out of my pocket and set it down on the edge of the jacuzzi tub. I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, and removed the brace that protected my left arm. I picked up the blade and ran it across the skin on my arm. Blood trickled out of the wounds; a bit more than I had anticipated. I winced as the pain washed through me and picked up the bottle and taking a big swig of the liquid. I felt satisified when I felt the burn it gave off as it traveled down my throat. I cut for everyword I have been called: Fat. Ugly. Unworthy. Whore. Slut. Bitch. Stupid. Worthless. Words that the fans and Damian had called me. And a couple more cuts, feeling that not enough damage has been done.

I was in the bathroom for a little more than forty-five minutes. I didn't finish the Jack Daniels, but enough that it wouldn't be a crime to waste the rest of it. I felt it. I felt the alcohol taking effect. It was an okay feeling. For now. The pain was almost numb.

A knock at the door made me jump. I deep, raspy voice spoke. Harry. "Babe? Are you almost done? I really have to pee."

My mind and heart raced as I began to panic. I really hope he just woke up. "Y-yeah. Just give me a second!" I hollered back, doing my best to hide my intoxication from my voice. I dumped the rest of the Jack Daniels into the toilet, grabbed some toilet paper to stop the bleeding, and flushed it all down the toilet. I put the bottles in the trash, the blade in one of the drawers, and pulled down my sleeve. I tested my breath and gave myself a disgusted face. I smelled like alcohol. Badly. I poured some mouthwash into my mouth in hopes that it would take away the strongest of the smell. I spit and rinsed, and turned to open the door.

HARRY POV

Hailey stepped out of the bathroom and almost fell over. "Babe? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine..." She slurred.

Is she... drunk?

"Hailey, are you drunk?" I demanded.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Harry. Why would you ask a silly question like that?" She playfully slapped my chest. I caught a faint scent of mint on her breath. I furrowed my eyebrows as she continued, "I'm going to take a nap. Yeah? Good." She said and fell face first on to the bed. I just shook my head and walked into the bathroom. I relieved myself and went to wash my hands. After I dried my hands, I noticed Hailey's arm brace laying on the floor. I dismissed it, thinking that she just wanted a break from wearing it. I had to blow my nose, but there were no tissues on the counter. I searched the drawers for a box, but instead of finding a box in one of the drawers, I found a small blade. I picked it up as I wondered what it was doing there, but looking closer, I saw tiny spots of blood on the sharp edge. Could Hailey have... "No." I told myself. I went to throw the blade out and found bottles in the trash bin. I set the blade on the counter and took the bottles out. Tequila, red wine, and Jack Daniels. She was drunk.

"But how did she-" I stopped in the middle of my question as I realized the answer to it. The alcohol in this hotel was complementary. My heart shattered and a tear escaped my eye as I came to the realization that Hailey had harmed herself. I knew that the comments bothered her, but I had no idea they were having this kind of an effect on her. But I quickly realized that it wasn't just because of the hate. It was the stress and painful memories of her ex and the fact that he is tracking her. It was because of her father. Dealing with his death, and my guess, the fact that she forgot his birthday was today.

I was going to confront Hailey about this because one, she is not old enough to drink. I thought we had all established that when she went out to that party. And because she needs help. I hid the blade and bottles in a place only I would remember. A place Hailey wouldn't find them. I sat next her on the bed, and noticed she was out cold. I decided I would call Louis and tell him what happened.

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"She did WHAT?!" Louis's voice rang through the phone.

"She drank three bottles of alcohol, two of which were hard liquor, and harmed herself. I have no idea where she found the blade, but-"

"Are you sure she did it? Did you see any cuts on her? Did she smell like alcohol?"

"No. But there was blood on the blade and when she spoke, I smelled something minty. Like she was trying to cover up the smell on her breath. I had not had a drink of alcohol in this hotel, Louis. I didn't drink any of that. And the maids come in and clean everyday."

"I'm coming over there-"

"No. She's asleep. I'll take care of her when she wakes up. I will get her to confess what she did, then I will send her over to you to finish it."

"Fine. But she is in deep, deep shit when I talk to her."

"Same here." I said and hung up the phone.

I sat back down on the bed and stared at Hailey. I am disappointed in myself. I am usually really good at figuring out when something is bothering her. But I guess she is getting better at hiding it. When she wakes up, I will make sure she knows she is loved and that nothing anyone can say will change my mind about the way I feel about her.

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A/n: I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS CHAPTER. And the ideas for the Liam Payne fanfiction are slowly coming along. Ahaha

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